what, with "a dragon" (really was just a guy named Draco but you know the story get's told as it he was an actual dragon) seducing virgin maidens and stuff... while most saw it as a bad thing one of the girls was pretty vocal about how it's not such a big deal and all...which I'm pretty sure was his first girlfriend to begin with. In fact I'm pretty sure later he is shown as an actual dragon but whatever. That dragon looked freaking awesome!

no to mention kids learning about 3 elements (earth, fire, water)

and night time city and other cool stuff too
one on the main themes of of this dreams was metal, oddly enough, the dragon had metallic looking scales, lots of iron gates throughout the place, etc. Odd but it's not the first time my brain comes up with amazing architecture for a city...

ugh, hard to describe this dream because it was really long and cool and stuff so it's hard to describe, I'm sure Freud would have something to say about the whole dragon thing

EDIT: I looked it up, apparently the dragon can symbolize several things, but the only thing that really fit within the context of this dream was "A dragon may be a symbol for your sexuality, particularily if it - your sexuality - frightens you. Is your fear irrationsal; or does sexuality threaten to rule your life? In either case, don't kill the 'dragon'; if necessary tame it." I didn't need a dream dictionary to tell me that

I had another interesting dream about DID of all things but I can't remember it for the life of me which is a real wall banger

Sounds like a cool dream. I love dragons. I dream about them quite often. The metal architecture sounds really neat. I love dreaming about cities. especially when I'm flying over one. Cities look really cool from high up places. Too bad you can't remember the other dream. That happens to me lot. I like to keep a notebook close by so the dreams don't fade from my memory so fast. I'm not always thinking about my dreams when I wake up though. They say it's good to keep a journal of your dreams.

yeah, I have a dream journal but I havn't written in it in years

last night I had a dream where my dad wasn't my real dad, and my real dad was a creep.

Well, now that I have some alone time (previously I had the pup on my lap and it was a bit tricky to type while reaching over her) I thought I'd elaborate a little bit, in this dream my dad was not actually my dad but my mom had got together with him shortly after I was born. My "real father" actually had his house modeled like some spaceship from some sci-fi movie from the 80's/early 90's (the kind that are meant for kids and have kids as the main protagonists?) soooo basically the floors were like these mats made out of smooth plastic but acually were still kind of plush anyways, and all the walls were white and all of the doors where really small.... I forgot what the furniture looked like. I suppose being a geek is one thing but then some stuff happened (keep in mind I'm also a kid during this dream) so it's like oh well, no wonder I never met the guy considering he's a child molester. There was also some other stuff I remember about the dream such as a giant wooden playground out by the sea and I wanted to get from one side of it to the other but there was a lot of water in between and no way to cross so I had to go through the whole thing in order to get to the other side. This imagery of trying to get from one side to the other had apeared in a different dream however that dream mostly involved natural disasters and I wanted to do that for survival, not because I wanted to.

I had a weird dream last night because it was a dream when one of my step-sister's joined PC well, or was a member for a little while and I never noticed (and not the one I'm really close too, my other step-sister is nice and all but we hardly see eachother and don't have much in common)

Gah, and not today I'm all paranoid if I don't live over at dad's while working/at college/etc. to take care of the pup even though it would be way easier to live at mom's because she lives in a city with a bus that goes to the college of my choice (at least for initial classes) and has more job opportunities within walking distance as opposed to over at dad's where I would have to rely on others for transportation because we pretty much live in the middle of nowhere (keeping in mind that I won't be wroking all the time and could always go over on my days off, and times during the work days when I'm well.... not working) that out of spite he's going to go snooping through my stuff, find my posts here, and try and force me to talk to him (yeah I know talking doesn't work that way but it doesn't stop him from trying sometimes) I just have to keep reminding myself that this scenerio would be very out of character for him because he already said he has no interest in snooping and stuff like that.

I had a strange dream where I wrote a song about this abused kid. and it was a long song by the way, the lyrics taking up a few pages of a composition notebook. I tried to remember as much of it as I could IN DREAM because somehow dream-me was thinking ahead and realized the lyrics were probably pretty important to remember after I wake up. Though it apparently exists in waking world as well but I kind of doubt that but that's what was implied anyways... but then again I was years younger in this dream then I am now so who knows, it might have been lost or destroyed by now. Unfortunately I didn't remember that much of the song when I woke up because I had a different dream after that one. Anyways it's called The School Bus Kid. I'd write out the little parts here and there but it's rather explicit accounts of child abuse so I'd rather not.