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My mother is home to help me move in on campus and woke me up this morning going on errand. I was wide awake, but my body felt hot and heavy, almost prickly with sleep. I rolled on my back, went through my lucidity check-list and back to sleep.

I'm dreaming, but not really involved, I feel like I'm floating close to my body. I walk across my house to my mother bedroom and idle a little there, wondering. Then I walk in her closet and close the door behind me. I'm trapped between her clothes and the door, but I can reach the side. I feel my way up the wall, I can't see a thing but I feel the clothes against my back and my breath pushed back to me by the closed door. I find a switch and hit it. The whole closet shake, then I feel it going down like a lift.

Now I'm interested. The doors slide open and I get out in a brightly illuminated room, the floor is linoneum and the walls painted white. There are at least three other lifts, with steel doors. No windows, I'm underground. There is a small group of people in this room, all around twenty and casualy dressed. Some of them carry backpacks, and I remember the underground rooms of my highschool. They're start to walk out, and I follow. The floor has a gentle slope upward, and we reach a double open door going outside. This place is a gigantic highschool I dreamed of before. Today it's daytime and overcast. The grassy area are neatly cut, the paths are carefully gravelled and the cement between them painted white. I know that if I turn around, I could see the impossibly tall buildings, with big, round windows half covered by wavy adornements, steel painted white; if I look on my left, I could see the topiary. But the DC keep walking. One of them is standing out from the group: He isn't anonymous, a faceless form here to be set dressing. He wears the face of someone I dislike: a brown haired, fair skined, slightly overweight young man that used to go out with one of my friend before cheating one here with a coworker. Still, he is different. I follow his along the path, and as he walks I wonder.
I lag behind, and he meet up with other men around a cart; at least three of them are gardeners, the last one is crouching a little on the side, his face away from me. I stare at him a feeling of familiarity growning.
"Eli!"
I call him out and he look up and smile. His hair are a little longer, he is less groomed that usual, but he stand up and I run to him with wings on my heels. I jump in his arms and he hold me tight. I scramble to wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck; he hold my waist and my hips to keep me here. He is warm and feel solid and real. He bury his face in my hair and I almost feel him smile. I laugh and marvel at the feeling of the hair on the nape of his neck against my hand, of his light stubble against my cheek. I twist around to look at the DC that lead me here and jockingly tell him that he has a lousy taste in face. He laughs and tilt his head down, his face growing briefly pointed and almost goat-like, with strongly slanted eybrows and weird pointed strands of hair on each side of his head. He throw his head back and it's back to what it was before, but not exactly; there's something lurking there, a intelligence and some humor. He asked me: "How it is with ten more years?"
He do look older, but Still. I laugh, still clinging to Eli. Eli laugh to, and walk backward. I squee and he let go of my waist to slip both his hand under my thights. I push us away from the trashcan he was walking us to with my right foot, and see that I'm wearing cute black suede shoes with my black thigh-highs.

My mother come back home, waking me up again. I woke up still giggly and happy, Eli delighted.
I wonder who, or what was this DC. And why he wore this face, obviously like a mask...

Non lucid

*Looking at a flyer showing that Bassnectar plays on Wednesday.
*Lama Zopa sleeping in the dream yoga posture.

I have been dutifully keeping a dj for the past month and half - once again playing around with

lucid dreaming -

Last night I dreamed -

I was looking at a bottle - it was a glass bottle , not very big - it was brown and had a colorful

label - it looked like an antique coke bottle or maybe a wine bottle

I was looking at the label when I thought that reading the label might be a good thing to do

to determine if I was dreaming - before I finished the thought I thought -very calmly - "this is a

dream " I kept examining the bottle and thought "now , I have to hold onto this dream - I did for a

little while and then I thought "lets change this " I attempted to change the dream to something

else and the dream dissolved into a greenish cloud.


Later the same night I had another dream involving writing - one involved a computer screen that

I was reading , a printer I was using to print out text - the text printed out didn't match

what was on the computer screen - I was well aware of this , but it did not trigger

a lucid dream - I am too practical - even in a dream I attempted to troubleshoot the problem.

This is one of my useful lucid dreams.

When I was in my early 20's I bought a white German Shepherd puppy. He was a picky eater and I had a hard time finding something he would eat.

One night I had a dream -

In the dream I was standing in at the foot of a set of stairs. I looked up the stairs and saw myself standing at the top of the stairs.

The me at the top of the stairs hollered "kibbles and bits"

I hollered back "what?"

Again he hollered "kibbles and bits"

I hollered "what are you talking about"

he hollered -"the dog , stupid , the dog - get kibbles and bits dog food for the dog"

I then realized I was dreaming , i hollered "okay" . I tried to hold the lucid dream , but couldn't and promptly woke up.

The next day I bought kibbles and bits and my dog loved it.

Had a lucid dream, Tried to have sex
but the dream always stopped when I tried
I did no have many LD's nowadays
I should start WILD ing again

Okay, so, I haven't been on here in awhile! Wow XD It may be because of school and all but... Idk. I dreamt that I was at a huge house... with a whole bunch of other kids. At some point, I became semi- lucid. Our "Parent" was very negligent (I think that's how you spell it?) and looked exactly like my math teacher. At one point I brought up the Sword Art Online menu, and called the police. They arrived in a big black pick-up truck. I looked for all of the other kids, which was pretty hard to do. There were like, over 50 other kids. Yeah. Then, the dream kind of changed to rich people living in that house. I wanted to impress them, so, being somewhat lucid, I changed a stuffed decorative rabbit in the front yard into a real, living rabbit. I woke up at about 7 am to go to the bathroom. I came back upstairs and fell asleep. I dreamt that I met a couple of people on the internet, and they wanted me to be their artist for something. I gladly said yes. Then, I was walking through a department store, looking for them. I came across my baby brother, alone, in his stroller.

I woke up hearing my sister and brother in law talking about me. My sister was worried about my future job prospects but my brother in law insisted I would be fine. I thought it was unusual for them to be talking about this time of morning so I did a nose plug. I could breathe. My sister was walking towards the door to go to work, visibly upset, so I gave her a hug and wished her a nice day. I walked into the living room and looked around, noticing how blurry the dream was. I ringed my fingers around my eyes and said stabilize. In a second the dream became vivid. I tried to walk but was still unbalanced. I tried to become invisible but I ended up flying into the air. I thought this would be a good way to follow a DC. I saw a young Japanese lady so I decided to follow her. She walked into the living room. She got on a bike and rode it down a hall into the computer room. In the computer room I see the bike in the corner and the lady on a man's lap in front of a computer. On the computer it looked like a sports page. She said she would get a glass of water and left the room. I followed her as she walked into the kitchen. She addressed me, "Can you get us some water? Then you can teach us how to make cheesecake!" I said ummmm....ok. I woke up.

Morning of October 3, 2015. Saturday.



I seem to be younger and living with my parents again, though I do not feel that much like a child in my dream. (I am not sure where we are living. It seems vaguely like the Stadcor Street house where my wife Zsuzsanna and I lived years ago with our two oldest children.) My mother is also present and is concerned about my father.

My father (deceased February 14, 1979) is home early from his work in construction. He has his shirt off and is in pain because of a large creature wrapped around his abdomen as well as being partly inside his stomach. Apparently, it is some sort of very large tapeworm or parasite but actually looks like a sea snake. It is wrapped around at least three times in horizontal layers and there is a section that goes inside his abdomen. He sits on the bed and seems in distress. He appears as he did perhaps in 1960 (or even the late 1950s before I was born).

I start to contemplate why he waited so long to consider having it removed. Now it would be more difficult than ever to have it removed due to its large size. I think about how they would have to put the creature to sleep before removing all of it. The imagery is very clear and continues for at least (seemingly) fifteen minutes. It does not seem it will be fatal, though it does seem to be painful and devitalizing to put up with such a problem. I consider how my father could have gotten around and done his work with that creature there all the time. Apparently, it has only started to worsen recently, as it has gotten bigger.

At one point, the creature’s head seems to be disconnected but is somehow still alive and clamped on, though I still get the impression that it will soon die from having its head detached.

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Although a snake typically biologically symbolizes the raw RAS waking trigger (likely the case with all primates), it depends on the dream. In this case, it is a rendering of my own intestinal discomfort, of which a snake has represented since early childhood. My father has been validated to represent my waking life status as me being a father in a number of cases (including in prescient dreams most often related to health), more so only as I have gotten older. Due to their shape and coiling, snakes have direct associations with the human intestine (and bowel discomfort and cramps - as well as quite obvious associations with human waste, which both I and another boy dreamt specifically of in childhood), which is even more obvious in this dream, as the creature was almost the same as an “external intestine” in its appearance. However, this is certainly not always the case. (For example, in one dream, a snake served as a frayed electrical cord warning and in a more recent dream, served as a warning to have our electricity off when it began to rain inside our house after the roof was torn off. In another case it was validated to symbolize a human umbilical cord.)

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Edited for clarity on Tuesday, 2 January 2018.

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I'm on my phone, so I'll have to keep it short.

I was walking around some streets, until I found a house that belonged to a relative of mine. My aunt was saying that she wanted to go to Europe in February. I saw my cousin and he told me to go to this other place.

I left and found the place. It was a bit of a party on a street, kinda like a family thing, maybe a fair? My parents were there and we saw an uncle of mine. He had gotten himself into trouble. My dad and my uncle are clearly brothers, so I was afraid people would target us, so I said we should go.

We were sitting at this really tall chairs - like five stories high. The chairs colllapsed and I thought we would die, but then I just thought "nah, I can make us survive".

So we were back on the streets and I told them we really had to go. We were running and my father said we could jump over a few houses and fences, he said he knew the way.

Turns out we ended up at a very high wall. Again, I thought "no problem, I can survive the fall and then get them", which I did.

Then my father said we could stay at this place, ot was a bit of a B&B. I had been angry with him, cause he kept stopping when we should be running. So I got extremely pissed off and told him he was fucking dumb for even thinking we could stay there.

My mother agreed with him, though, and they were the majority, so we got a room and went to the living room. The owner was serving dinner, which was a plate of rice and beans and it lookes awful.

My grandma was there too and I once again shouted at my parents, saying that if my grandmother could find us, so could the "bad guys".

And that was it.

Me Harrison and one of Harrison's friends were sitting in our basement (on a couch we just threw out a couple days ago) in the school room. My family was preparing for a party and they had been over before. They had come early and we started talking as they pulled out a bong. They ripped it a couple times and I was like "homie we have to spoof that. He said "oh right my bad bro" and started to spoof but not really because I couldn't find the dryer sheet in my room. I knew they were there because I had just seen them the night before. I finally found them and I walked back over to find harrys friend on the couch and Harry about to rip it on the bottom of the stairs. THey were becoming more nervous and I was trying to talk them down. Harry went over to the stairs and started preparing for a rip trying to figure out how to stand for a quick escape. I watched him for a bit then made a suggestion and it was to face the PC and just lean back a little so his reflection wouldnt catch in the picture on the landing. I walked back over (my dad was vacuuming up stiars) and when I made it back to the couch in the school room I noticed the bong and it looked like Disny castle with two of the pillars on the left side smoking. I was taking hits off of rolling cherry's. I then looked at the back door and started when I saw Harry walking in from the park *that was way to quick* I thought. "What happened to bro?" i asked and he just started shaking his head and had a very surprised look on his face of "you dont want to know" I rationalized that he had gone out the storage room door and left it at that. For some reason the smoke didn't smell that bad and I wasnt too worried until I woke up. then I started kicking myself for smoking until I remembered . I was just dreaming. Yes that only happened in a dream!

I normally prefer to write down my dreams in a physical DJ, but since I'm taking part in the dreambuddy programme I'll be keeping this DJ. I took some quick notes on my dreams from last night, since I didn't want to write them out fully twice, but that's probably led to some details being lost.

Dream 1
I'm on the train platform, waiting for the train to go to my destination.* I board a train, but it is not the correct one. I'm aware of this, but follow the logic of 'atleast it will bring me closer to my destination'. That is until I realise that this is some crappy logic. Simultaneously I'm sitting on a couch in a room, with 2 other people in the room. I have my laptop on my lap and I'm looking up travel information online to help me out on this trip. I also go on Facebook and see a message from one of my friends to another friend on the event page of an event called 'legend...[something]', to congratulate him with his birthday. The event will take place in England. Makes sense, because my friend moved to England.^ Suddenly I feel something in the back of my throat. It turns out to be some leftover breathmint. This is weird... where did it come from?

*I dream about trains more often and just about always end up boarding the wrong one.
^He totally didn't .

Dream 2
Right before I went to bed I borrowed my bicycle to a friend of my housemate. Then this dream happened:
My bicycle is gone somehow. To compensate me, my housemate has bought me a new one. This one is all banged up though and my bike was in good condition. I'm not gonna let this slide.

Dream 3
I'm walking around in what seems to be a combination of a library and a hipsterbar. There are books in bins and long brown desks where you can sit and read or work. I'm not sure where I got the info from, but the bar owner has stated that he isn't in it for the money. I don't believe him, due to the fact that he's a millionaire.

Dream 4
I'm sitting or laying down. My 1 year old cousin is sitting on my lap, facing me. Suddenly he pukes a small amount of green vomit. Yuck. In the mean time his mom explains to me that I shouldn't wander off too far to the [it was either north or south] side of town, because there are a lot of homosexuals there. Somehow it feels as if I'm in Sweden.

+ (f) church, priest, service, altar under a protruding "ceiling"

+ outside on steep slope, my cat is fat, because it is walking to a place where there is free food. I see an outdoor market (where food is on the ground?) besides me on the slope. My cat is behaving like something is stuck in its mouth. I think it's bones. I try to pull them out, and I take out a small segment of what looks like a fish spine of a small fish about half an inch long. I wonder if there are chicken bones in its mouth, too, but it appears to be just fish bones.

+ playing chess on a crowded dining table, it's my move, pull board to me, the table is quite crowded with plates and things and I have to push them aside first before I can reach for the board and start pulling it to me so I can make my move. Our fingers are dirty from the food we're eating, and the pieces have sticky bits of food residue on them, we'll have to clean them later. I get a look at the position and I'm confused, there are weird looking things on the board, a lots of what look like olive pits are all over the board. I ask what those are and my opponent says they're pawns. These olive pit "pawns" are everywhere, I don't remember them being there before. There are large clumps of them all along his 7th rank (my 2nd rank) about to be promoted. There are also a full row of them on his first rank. Now I know he's cheating because pawns can never be on the first rank. I say "there's no way! My queen is in the center of the board and I would never allow you to get so many pawns so close to promotion!" I'm quite upset at the cheating and we exchange angry words.

+ S2's girlfriend L is messing around with the airplane and we're getting concerned. I see myself(?) sitting under the airplane. I see that L is causing the propellers/engines to spin around, which are getting close to hitting my head. This could also damage the airplane. We run to the plan and stop her and roll the plane back to its proper place in the room.

+ pour myself a glass of champagne (or some sparkling beverage) in a quick gesture (wonder if it will foam over the rim of the glass but it doesn't, I stopped pouring soon enough) and drink it from a large champagne flute while sitting at a counter in a large, open atrium (in a casino?). A dumpy middle-aged woman with big blonde hairdo come and sits near me. She has some hair sticking out of her nose. I wonder if I should invite her to my room, I imagine being with her and it's not really an exciting prospect.

+ at the blackjack table, playing a hand. I'm sitting in the middle, directly across from the dealer. The guy next to me on my left says he's already seen 3 aces come out. I get dealt (face up) and ace. I think there can't be any more aces. I have a $10 chip in play. I take hits, I'm getting small cards, I'm trying to add up my hand. Soft 13? I get dealt 3 more aces. Still a soft total? No it's like hard 15 now. Hey, how can that be [so many aces], I ask the dealer how many decks we're playing with, he says "two," I say "ok that explains it." He deals me more cards. He's waiting for me to add up my hand. It's definitely over 21, I've busted. I bring out a $3,000 bill and say I want to change it for more chips. The dealer says "changing $100,000?" and I get a sinking/scared feeling in my stomach. No way, that's way too much money to be gambling. I look down and no it's just the $3,000 bill on the table. I tell the dealer I want it changed into half $10 and half $5 chips. The dealer is having problems figuring out how to do this change. I try to imagine how many $10 chips that would be, then to divide the amount in half and to double it to get the number of $5 chips. I think I should give this suggestion to the dealer. At some point I wonder what the minimum bet is at this table and I look around but I don't see the sign.

I imagine a guy doing a trick with his cards to change the amount of his bet after he's been dealt his cards. He waves his hand holding the cards over his chips and picks up on of his chips with his thumb and hides it against and underneath the cards he's holding. I think that's why they don't let the players hold the cards any more.

+ I arrive back in a small town to interview the residents, it's for some documentary. I've been here before, numerous times. I'm in a beauty salon, and I approach two seated people. I know them both but I've forgotten the name of the one to the right. I start interviewing them. More DCs approach, they're somewhat hostile, they don't like me doing these interviews. I recognize some as the founders of a startup I worked for. They're upset because the town (company?) is not successful and don't like the interviews. I see one young man who I "remember" was an underdog in life yet he became the successful founder of this beauty salon.

+ (f) talking (to SaPav's mother?) about how once I fell into a tide pool and got all wet. I imagine myself trying to walk around a hole in the ground, I must have lost my balance and fallen in.

+ I've given a gift to SaPav [S2 classmate]: a large self-standing clothes drying rack. It's quite tall, it reaches to my eye level. S is really excited about this gift, and starts hanging all his family's clothing on it. I say in a foreign language [incorrect I think] that "you can also hang a lot of hangers on it!" and I run my hand through the dozen or so simple wire hangers hanging down from the wires on the right side of the rack. I look at the rack, S has hung up about 40-50 pairs of really brightly colorful men's briefs. They have filled the entire drying rack's surface.

+ in some campground, I call for my son S2 to bring me "some ice cold fresh water from the lake." He says that's a great idea and goes to get it in a bucket. I bring a dirty bucket with me but decide against that, I go back and see my Sierra cup on the ground and will use that to accept and drink the water.

+ I'm walking up a path that leads out of a building to outside. I'm talking to a female university student (behind me?), I say how I used to live in this neighborhood. We're walking up an outdoor stairway (over a small chasm?) leading to a theater. "And the great thing about this location is that you're so close to the theater!" This is the back entrance to the theater. As we enter the theater I hear a rehearsal in progress, we're a bit early. I wonder if they'll let us in to the seats yet. I hear two young women singing. They're supposed to be singing unison but they're not quite perfectly together. The very slight dissonance creates a lovely effect, more interesting that perfect unison. I'm wondering if we can go to our seats, (open a door, see a lobby?), (there are groups of young people hanging around here?)

+ (f) church, priest, service, altar under a protruding "ceiling"

+ outside on steep slope, my cat is fat, because it is walking to a place where there is free food. I see an outdoor market (where food is on the ground?) besides me on the slope. My cat is behaving like something is stuck in its mouth. I think it's bones. I try to pull them out, and I take out a small segment of what looks like a fish spine of a small fish about half an inch long. I wonder if there are chicken bones in its mouth, too, but it appears to be just fish bones.

+ playing chess on a crowded dining table, it's my move, pull board to me, the table is quite crowded with plates and things and I have to push them aside first before I can reach for the board and start pulling it to me so I can make my move. Our fingers are dirty from the food we're eating, and the pieces have sticky bits of food residue on them, we'll have to clean them later. I get a look at the position and I'm confused, there are weird looking things on the board, a lots of what look like olive pits are all over the board. I ask what those are and my opponent says they're pawns. These olive pit "pawns" are everywhere, I don't remember them being there before. There are large clumps of them all along his 7th rank (my 2nd rank) about to be promoted. There are also a full row of them on his first rank. Now I know he's cheating because pawns can never be on the first rank. I say "there's no way! My queen is in the center of the board and I would never allow you to get so many pawns so close to promotion!" I'm quite upset at the cheating and we exchange angry words.

+ S2's girlfriend L is messing around with the airplane and we're getting concerned. I see myself(?) sitting under the airplane. I see that L is causing the propellers/engines to spin around, which are getting close to hitting my head. This could also damage the airplane. We run to the plan and stop her and roll the plane back to its proper place in the room.

+ pour myself a glass of champagne (or some sparkling beverage) in a quick gesture (wonder if it will foam over the rim of the glass but it doesn't, I stopped pouring soon enough) and drink it from a large champagne flute while sitting at a counter in a large, open atrium (in a casino?). A dumpy middle-aged woman with big blonde hairdo come and sits near me. She has some hair sticking out of her nose. I wonder if I should invite her to my room, I imagine being with her and it's not really an exciting prospect.

+ at the blackjack table, playing a hand. I'm sitting in the middle, directly across from the dealer. The guy next to me on my left says he's already seen 3 aces come out. I get dealt (face up) and ace. I think there can't be any more aces. I have a $10 chip in play. I take hits, I'm getting small cards, I'm trying to add up my hand. Soft 13? I get dealt 3 more aces. Still a soft total? No it's like hard 15 now. Hey, how can that be [so many aces], I ask the dealer how many decks we're playing with, he says "two," I say "ok that explains it." He deals me more cards. He's waiting for me to add up my hand. It's definitely over 21, I've busted. I bring out a $3,000 bill and say I want to change it for more chips. The dealer says "changing $100,000?" and I get a sinking/scared feeling in my stomach. No way, that's way too much money to be gambling. I look down and no it's just the $3,000 bill on the table. I tell the dealer I want it changed into half $10 and half $5 chips. The dealer is having problems figuring out how to do this change. I try to imagine how many $10 chips that would be, then to divide the amount in half and to double it to get the number of $5 chips. I think I should give this suggestion to the dealer. At some point I wonder what the minimum bet is at this table and I look around but I don't see the sign.

I imagine a guy doing a trick with his cards to change the amount of his bet after he's been dealt his cards. He waves his hand holding the cards over his chips and picks up on of his chips with his thumb and hides it against and underneath the cards he's holding. I think that's why they don't let the players hold the cards any more.

+ I arrive back in a small town to interview the residents, it's for some documentary. I've been here before, numerous times. I'm in a beauty salon, and I approach two seated people. I know them both but I've forgotten the name of the one to the right. I start interviewing them. More DCs approach, they're somewhat hostile, they don't like me doing these interviews. I recognize some as the founders of a startup I worked for. They're upset because the town (company?) is not successful and don't like the interviews. I see one young man who I "remember" was an underdog in life yet he became the successful founder of this beauty salon.

+ (f) talking (to SaPav's mother?) about how once I fell into a tide pool and got all wet. I imagine myself trying to walk around a hole in the ground, I must have lost my balance and fallen in.

+ I've given a gift to SaPav [S2 classmate]: a large self-standing clothes drying rack. It's quite tall, it reaches to my eye level. S is really excited about this gift, and starts hanging all his family's clothing on it. I say in a foreign language [incorrect I think] that "you can also hang a lot of hangers on it!" and I run my hand through the dozen or so simple wire hangers hanging down from the wires on the right side of the rack. I look at the rack, S has hung up about 40-50 pairs of really brightly colorful men's briefs. They have filled the entire drying rack's surface.

+ in some campground, I call for my son S2 to bring me "some ice cold fresh water from the lake." He says that's a great idea and goes to get it in a bucket. I bring a dirty bucket with me but decide against that, I go back and see my Sierra cup on the ground and will use that to accept and drink the water.

+ I'm walking up a path that leads out of a building to outside. I'm talking to a female university student (behind me?), I say how I used to live in this neighborhood. We're walking up an outdoor stairway (over a small chasm?) leading to a theater. "And the great thing about this location is that you're so close to the theater!" This is the back entrance to the theater. As we enter the theater I hear a rehearsal in progress, we're a bit early. I wonder if they'll let us in to the seats yet. I hear two young women singing. They're supposed to be singing unison but they're not quite perfectly together. The very slight dissonance creates a lovely effect, more interesting that perfect unison. I'm wondering if we can go to our seats, (open a door, see a lobby?), (there are groups of young people hanging around here?)

I’m on the set of this new Jeopardy-like show. In fact, the set, podiums, and everything I see looks a lot like Jeopardy. It’s even hosted by Alex Trebek. The show is all about lateral thinking, and requires the contestants to link two completely different topics through a chain of related topics (kind of like the game show Chain Reaction, except less wordplay and more actual general knowledge). I was playing along in the audience for a bit, doing absolutely horribly. Then, I for some reason get selected to be a contestant. I’m incredibly nervous, and sure enough, I do horribly. My opponents are flying through the categories before I can even think, and though I do manage to get a few answers, I get completely blown out of the water.

The show finally ends, and I’m very eager to leave, as I feel like I’ve completely embarrassed myself. I make it outside the building, where two of my friends are. They tell me not to worry about it, it wasn’t really that bad. I look over to a TV next to me to see that they’re doing the scene at the end of every episode where the contestants stand and awkwardly chat with Alex about God knows what. Shoot, I think I’m supposed to be in there. I quickly run back inside, but the set is now completely devoid of people. The scores are still showing on the podiums, serving as a not-so-subtle reminder of my horrible performance.

I go over into the next room, and see Alex Trebek and what I assume are a few producers reviewing the footage from the episode. Alex has now changed out of his suit into a pair of navy blue sweatpants, a Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt, and a blue baseball cap. I find it slightly humorous, since he’s usually incredibly professional and fancily dressed. But not wanting to watch the tapes of my failure with them, I continue to move through the building.

I stumble across a couple kids who look like they’re in junior high school. They instantly recognize me from the game show and start to mock my poor performance. I try to tune them out as I keep going, but they follow shortly behind and continue to heckle me. The scene changes a few times, and each time they’re there doing something to me, either picking on me, messing with my things, or just generally being annoying.

Finally, I’m in some kind of park by a river. I’m running up this hill to find these kids with a firehose spraying a large jet of water into my open car. I run and try to grab the hose from their hands, but they run away while continuing to spray everything. I yell that there’s incredibly expensive equipment in there, but they don’t care. I’m finally fed up. I slam my hands into the ground and shout. “ALRIGHT, LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SH*TS!” I feel bad at first because I don’t usually cuss, but something about this seems right. Maybe a little too right. I suddenly realize I’m dreaming.

The kids still aren’t paying any attention. I close my eyes and build up the rage inside me until it starts to burn, literally. I let out a huge scream as my body combusts, and a bit of a shock wave comes out as my entire body catches on fire. I look up. They’re definitely paying attention now. Terrified, they start to run, but I run after them, seeking my revenge. I catch up to each one of them and teach them a serious lesson. I slam the first kid’s head into the ground (it sounds a lot worse than it was), and then kick the second and third kids into the river.

After the dust settles, I sit the kids down in a couple of lawn chairs and explain to them why they should stop acting like a bunch of stupid brats and actually get their crap together. I don’t remember exactly what I said to them, but they seemed to pay attention and receive it well. Also, I may have still been on fire, so there’s probably that too. And then I wake up.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1 - Moonwell of Love
It's almost like a game, I'm a character who seems to be stronger than everyone else. Everyone else is kind of a newbie. There's a girl who I'm with (although it's a 'game', it seems it's more like a real world with levels?) who I race to reach a moonwell. There are two moonwells, they resemble the moonwells you see in Warcraft. I reach one first, so she has to go to a different one. The water in it is blue and glows slightly, I wade into its shallow depths and feel my power being replenished... My mana is recovering, which I seem to have used earlier on in the dream. Almost like an announcement, something occurs saying that I've reached the stage 1 of the love blessing. The requirements were that you have to love someone truly and unconditionally. There are 6 stages and when you reach the end you attain special powers. Because everyone else is new I thought I was the first to discover this power, but I was apparently wrong. A man approaches and he is buff as, he apparently has the blessing of love and kind of seems like an enemy.

Dream 2 - Seeing old friends
I'm wandering down a hallway at school (so many school dreams O_O) and see a class with its door open. I peer in an see Hanno, and old friend . I strike up conversation, surprised that he recognized me after not seeing each other for so long. Some other friends show up and gradually I feel myself being pushed out of the conversation. I decide to leave to go to form class (a class just before period 1 begins to check attendance). As I wander out of the door I see Aditya, an old friend who shared the same form class, except he's HUGE now. He's really tall, and his body looks badly proportioned too. Like his legs were way too long compared to his upper body. We talk a bit and another friend shows up, this is around the point the dream ends.

Dream fragment - There's a school trip on today, it's occurring at my university Marine Science class where we have a trip to go skiing (not related to the class itself for some reason). But I completely forgot we were going on a trip, I thought we just had to meet up and do some test and then go home... I ended up realizing I wasn't wearing warm enough clothing and that I had no gear, like towels and a toothbrush so there was no way I could go no the trip. I approached my teacher and asked if she could step to the side with me for a private conversation, where I admitted embarrassingly to her that I hadn't prepared for the trip .

Dream 3 - First day back at school (yet another school dream )
It's the first day of school and I think I'm unprepared because I haven't got the right clothing on (green shorts, a black shirt with a thin black hoody and a dressing gown over top). I seem to have headed out to the streets around the school (which resemble the residential area of my university) possibly to get food. I start heading back and arrive at school, but on my way back (I was running for some reason) and spotted a girl I knew called Mikayla. She was sitting on the deck of persons house chatting with her friends, I decided to ignore her because I didn't want to intrude. I continue running through the school, not sure where I'm going. I pass a girl who looks like Mikayla who was hanging with another girl I knew, Rhiannon. I pass them and stop, then spin on my heel and yell out "Hey, Mikayla! Is that you?".
"Yeh, hey" she replies. Kind of seemed hesitant which was pretty lousy -.- we were best friends lol
"Did you dye your hair?"
"Yeh I did haha" this time she seems more interested, and we talk a bit more. But then for some reason we all like... Fell over? And they bumped their heads on a wooden seat and nearly knocked themselves out. I propped them both up against a wall sitting down to help them out. A teacher then shows up and WOW she was a bitch. She started accusing me of assaulting the girls! Couldn't believe it, I used my syllogism to figure that she had been told to be strict with students because it's the first day at school. She had a whole bunch of students with us now and we were all in trouble for some dumb reason. The bell went and I wanted to go to my 3rd period English class so I could get my bag which I had apparently left at the field camp in the previous dream fragment. We weren't allowed to leave though, because we were supposed to be getting on a bus to go to detention or something... She (the old bat of a teacher) ordered us all onto the bus, but for some reason I had the feeling she forgot about me and I realized I could just... Walk away . So I did.
I headed off to my English class, and a long the way I spotted my old friend Oliver from school. I had thought he had also been on the detention bus though. He told me that when we got onto the bus he went to the rear exit and hopped off without the teacher noticing haha. Sly dog. We ended up talking and just catching up with each.