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#423 - DILD - 6:08AM

I'm at Subway. Some man is being a jerk to a woman and she leaves him and comes to sit at my table. She becomes very flirty and ends up asking me to join her for diner later. She's older, but extremely attractive (she looks a lot like Zooey Deschanel) so I say 'yes'. I tell her that she is very beautiful and she responds with a flirty smile.

Later, I am walking up a sandy hill with sparse vegetation and I get the idea that I am very near the ocean. I'm preoccupied with the conversation with the woman and I keep replaying certain parts in my mind. I keep thinking that I sounded like an idiot the way I told her she was beautiful, but I think I am just being paranoid because she still wants to see me again. I suddenly become semi-lucid as I walk up this hill realizing that I no of this would ever happen. I anticipate seeing the ocean as I reach the top but the hill seems to morph in an odd way so that I never quite reach the top.

I am non-lucid in some industrial building. I see the woman again and we have some pleasant conversation that I can't recall. I then leave and somehow become lucid as I step outside. I look around and see that I am at some shipyard with storage containers all over the place. I get the feeling that I am in 'the bay area' and still near the ocean. I feel a love for this area and feel like I remember it from somewhere I lived long ago. I am overwhelmed with a feeling of nostalgia and I shout, "I LOVE THIS TOWN!" I walk along a type of boardwalk among the multi-colored storage containers. I see some containers are floating in the water and decide to play around by jumping from one to the other. I notice that though I can see water I can't see out into the bay because there seems to be a high wall of storage containers surrounding the area. I end up having some trouble jumping far enough and I barely grab on to the edge. I have to pull myself up on top and I find the effort is exhausting. This happens several times and I wonder why I am not able to just fly around. When I stand up, I am now on a concrete area inside a warehouse. There is an metal can like paint thinner would come in and has some logo on it. There is a green label with black letters that read "Ivory". My brother walks up looking overly disgusted and annoyed to the point that it seems cartoonish. He says, "Oh you've been talking to Ivory [the woman]. Good! Take her out of here. See that can? It's says 'Ivory'. Take anything that says 'Ivory' and get it out of here. He turns, storms off, and I wake up.

#422 - WILD - 4:42AM

This time I had no vibrations and the entry was all visual. I had trouble sleeping after my WBTB and ended up visualizing random scenarios until I felt myself enter the dream world.

I eventually latch on to strong HI and it brings me back to a more OBE like WILD. I spend some time flying out of bed and making huge swinging motions. I fell G-forces and the sensation is exhilarating. The dream is very dark but as I swing out, I can see the room stretch out to a ridiculous length. After some time I return to a laying position and manage to sit up on the edge of the bed. I recall wanting to see what I can find under my bed. Will there be a monster or a portal to some place new? I quickly jump down to the floor, but everything is way too dark to see. I feel the floor and find thick plush carpet that doesn't exist in waking life. As I note the texture I shout, "Light! I need some light!" This rarely works for me and this time was no exception. Suddenly, I hear a faint alarm clock sound to my right and see the alarm sitting on the floor. There is a little LED lit up and I quickly pull the clock apart and pluck out the light. I shine it under the bed, but only see carpet; no monster. I'm surprised at the open space, because in waking life we have a bunch of plastic totes under there. I wonder if the floor will give into a portal so I push on the carpet. The floor seems to give in some, but I can't get at it well enough to really make and opening. I try to slide under there, but my body just won't fit. I decide to try calling out a monster, "Come out. You in there?" I feel some anxiety about this and I'm not too disappointed when nothing shows. The dream is still annoying dark so I blind summon a flash light from my side. I have trouble physically feeling it so I just pretend it's there. The lighting only slightly gets better so I decide to give up on this task.

I try to make my way to the front door in the darkness, but as I walk, the house morphs into the house in Texas. I try to resist this at first, but decide it really doesn't matter. I open a door and enter what looks like a hospital. The lighting slightly gets better, but it's still pretty dark. I wonder around some hallways trying to find light. I end up in a patients room and see a window with blinds. I dive into meaning to phase outside. I feel the blinds press on my face for a moment then break through.

I am now in a stairwell of concrete and blue railing. I leap up one level and as I do I hear low muffled voices. It creeps me out so I say out loud, "Just talk normal, bitch." The voices stop and I see a light source a few levels higher. I jump as high as I can and push off a rail to get extra momentum. I land in a well lit area that looks like some sort of underground bunker. There is an old man and woman in blue jumpsuits standing near a doorway in conversation with their back to me. As I approach they both turn around and I am shocked to see they don't have faces. Cool! I look at the old gray haired woman then the man. When I turn back to the woman I see she now has eyes. I'm curious so I poke her check with a finger and find that her skin is way too soft and mushy. That's pretty gross so I move on through the doorway into the next room. There's some control panel at a desk with a chair and railing then a large metal garage door. The old man appears next to me with a full face. He's a heavy mouth breather and I find it very annoying. For whatever reason I turn and smile and shake his hand. He too feels way too soft and mushy and I notice that I squeezed his hand so hard that it is now misshapen. I get the idea that these people are made of memory foam. I suddenly wake up.

Since I haven't been focusing much on Lucid dreaming before going to bed, I'm going to try using my old dream signs again.

#1 Dream Sign- Appearing on a bed
#2-Dream Sign- Recognizing something really distorted

Hopefully if i focus on this it will work. After that what will i try to do?...Hmm....I don't know...

There's a human woman who, when looking at a particular vampire through a mirror, would see a reflection of him that no one else could see - or rather a sort of different version of him, seen far off and from a distance, performing different actions. She's never been sure exactly what this means. He believes that she's been seeing something like his soul, or another side of him - he saw it as something like a hope for salvation. Right now, though, he's leaving town; he's loading luggage into a car, and both he and his sister are dressed in a drastically different, more formal style than she's ever seen them wear before - she thinks of it as out of character. But it only seems that way to her because they're destroying the personas they've been using with these particular identities and creating new ones, and she's never seen them do that before.

She's standing on the sidewalk, talking to his sister, and she's saying, but what about those visions of "the man in the glass" - how can the two of them just leave her without finding out what her visions meant? The sister says those visions were just illusions that he's ready to move on from.

I'm in a fortress that's been evacuated, watching a woman who's been advising me as she treats this survivor we'd found lying unconscious in the hall. Now that she's conscious again, my advisor comes to me and says we're in luck; the woman's the head of a noble house and she considers her loyalty as being to the throne itself, not to any particular claimant, so she's willing to pledge her sword to me. I'm aware that there was some previous meeting that had declared me the legitimate claimant to the throne, and that's what's determining this woman's decision, not that we've saved her life; if the meeting had declared in favor of someone else, she'd be supporting that person instead.

The character side of me is surprised by this statement about pledging her sword; I say to my advisor, what, again? I'd had to find three noble houses to declare their swords to me, I'd managed it, there'd been a ceremony - that part's done now, isn't it? My advisor can't believe I'd say such a thing; exasperated (rightfully so, the observer side of me thinks), she explains that I need all the swords I can get, especially now as we're making for Hightower - I have a mental image of entering a military encampment and seeing the top of a round tower of brown stones in the distance. I see her point now that she's said it, and I think about the route between here and Hightower, and all the noble households located along that route. I hope we don't have to repeat the actual ceremony each time.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm part of a group of people protesting some issue, focusing on a sort of police force in a particular community but with broader implications. Trying to figure out how best to handle this, I enter the mind of the man in charge of the police force, trying to see what would sway him, what approach he would listen to. I find that the problem isn't our approach, it's that nothing coming from this source is going to sway him - even if my group convinced every last person in the community to unite and speak up, this man sees our community as a problem to be solved, a situation to be managed. If the police force is going to change, it needs pressure from someone else.

I travel to the mind of that man's superior, a political position. He's more sympathetic to the issue in the community, but he won't act just based on sympathy; it's important to him that he make "impartial" decisions about where to focus his limited time and resources. If public opinion among the area he serves as a whole was pressuring him to focus on this issue, or particularly influential groups or political powers, then he would focus on it. He considers this the most responsible approach.

Following the trail of political influence, I eventually come to the ruler of the country. He would be surprised to be asked about this issue at all; he considers it outside of his jurisdiction. This is the church's responsibility.

I come to the leader of the church, the equivalent of a pope. She also believes this isn't up to her; this is an issue for each nation to decide.

1. I was walking through Kroger, a well known grocery store, when suddenly I realized I was dreaming out of no where. Prior to falling asleep, I knew that I was going to become lucid, therefore I did. I walked through Kroger and looked around. Many things were different. One side of Kroger was like a storage warehouse while the other side of the store was normal. I walked into the storage warehouse side and started exploring out of curiosity. It then occurs to me that I can bang any chick I want to right now. I think to myself, "You know what, lets do it". Shortly after that thought though, my attention is brought else where.
I see my friend Logan sitting down at a table talking to this girl named Brookelle that he thinks likes him. They are both sitting down at the table and I quickly realize that they are on a date. I decide to jump in on the date just for fun. "Hey, what's going on guys? Mind if I join". Without waiting for their response, I sit down in a third chair, right in the middle of Logan and Brookelle. I can tell that Logan feels awkward because his vibe is displaying that very easily. Brookelle then asks Logan, "So do you play any sports or do anything manly?". "No, I don't" Logan replied. She asked Logan more questions, all of which seemed to challenge his masculinity.
At one point she asked a really good question that was sure to define Logan's level of masculinity. I broke out laughing as she asked this and I could tell that Brookelle was not satisfied nor interested in Logan anymore. I even told Logan that he needed to man up and take control. I remember thinking to myself, "I could definitely show Brookelle what a real man is and take complete control of her". I was tempted to just bend her over and start fucking her right there, but my morals, even though I knew I was dreaming, told me that that was wrong only because Logan was right next to us.
Suddenly the environment around me changed. Now the entire storage part of the store had turned into a gym. I got up out my seat and left Brookelle and Logan. As I continued to explore I came up to an elevator. I pushed the elevator button and the doors open. I then walked in and looked at how many floors there were in this store. I remember seeing 7 or 8 levels. There were 2 levels that went below the surface of the store, and the buttons displayed this easily. One button was labeled with 2 letters, and the other button had something else on it. I wanted to go to the main floor level of the entire store, but I pressed the wrong button and ended up going to a "below surface" level.
The elevator started moving and as it went down further and further I started to pick up this creepy vibe. Suddenly the elevator stopped and the doors opened. I looked out and all I saw was pitch black darkness. I started to hear weird noises, and they quickly started getting closer and closer to the elevator. At this point I decided I didn't want to be on this level anymore, so I pressed another button to take me somewhere else. The elevator doors closed once again and the elevator went down further. Suddenly I started hearing what sounded to be like bubble. It sounded like the elevator was underwater. The elevator stopped again and the doors opened.
Water rushed into the elevator and filled it up completely. At this point I started to lose lucidity because I started flowing with the dream too much. I then cuddled up into a corner and covered my eyes because of how scared I was(this is totally not like me). I uncover my eyes for a second and see a bright light shine through the water. Walking in this beam of light is a weird creature that resembles a zombie/demon of some sort. The elevator doors close on their own and I can feel the elevator going up a few levels. It stops once more and the doors open.
I look out and see that I am now on the same level as a cave. I walk out of the elevator and into this cave. It is well lit with lights and I can see everything clearly. I notice that my friends Trey, Patrick, and Dylan are all standing around talking. I walk up to them. "Hey guys". Suddenly a dragon manifests in front of us and starts breathing fire out. "It's just me and you Cory" Trey tells me. It then somehow realize that I have powers, and so does Trey. We both step forth and start shooting out black void space out of our hands. This black void stuff looks like deep space flowing out of our hands. This stuff hits the dragon and starts to consume him.
At one point I gather alot of this black void stuff and make it into the shape of a black hole. I then throw it at the dragon and it starts to consume it completely. The black hole is super loud and just looking at it I am amazed to see the kind of power that I have. Another dragon comes in and Trey takes it by himself and he too has an amazing level of power. In fact, our power was so great that killing dragons seemed like child play. "That was too easy" Trey says to me.

I missed recall the past few days. It was st.Pats here and it gets a little crazy.

today I had a few fragments, one I remember almost the whole dream but am missing a lot of details and transition from room to room.

fragment 1: me and a group of people were out in the woods on a late fall day, the leaves were pretty much off the trees, and it was an overcast(cloudy) day out. there was a squirrel in a big tree in front of us and i decided to shoot at it with my pellet gun. it hit and the squirrel fell and i walked over to it. it wasn't dead yet though so i put it down so it would not suffer. i think i was going to bring it to the camp site but the dream ended.

the next dream i was trying to sneak into a big complex in the mountains. to get into the place, i was swimming underwater most of the way. the building was in the mountains but had a lot of water under it. so i came out a few places but it took a while to get where i wanted to. some of the rooms looked blocky like minecraft. i found my way in eventually. the building looked like it was make of blocks for the most part. the rooms were mostly white, futuristic looking with a few black contrasting blocks here and there. i would keep ending up in small workshops throughout the building that wouldn't be futuristic and look like unfinished concrete basements with a lot of tools and machines separated with yellow rails. i made my way into a big lab room that was like it was before and heard people coming behind a door, so i went through it and it looked like i was in a long hallway to a hospital, and i started putting blocks down as a barrier and went bak into the lab room , closed the door, and locked it. the doors were not like normal doors. they were big thick doors with a lot of metal and moving parts. probably blast proof. after that i went out of the lab through a new hallway and ended up in another concrete room.

next thing i knew i was in a restaurant that looked like hooters, and all my fraternity brothers were thee and we were having pizza. i stayed and talked for a bit but left soon. i was outside at night looking for my truck to drive home but i never found it. i woke later.

7:36 p.m.

I was with some parkour (PKPH) people in some sort of office I was practicing some stunts, flips, jumps and twists. I felt I was too active in that limited space. Ken told us to meet the nurse/doctor via e-mail/text. I went as soon as I saw the message, which was already late. The doctor/nurse (male) was with Ken, but then Ken left us alone. The doctor/nurse told me to take care of my bones, particularly on my right knee. He then said something taking care of myself that somehow related to sex, but I didn't get. I asked him to clarify. When I got it, I just smiled and told him I'm not sexually active. He smiled a knowing smile, probably a smirk, and said "Yeah, you're not."

Then I heard him talk to Ken about how I very easily let him (the doctor) "in" through my mind. The context was hypnosis. I was walking around the office. It was late. It's probably dark outside and some people went home already. Reminded me of the night I trained in Ninja Academy.

Strangers arrived. New group. Complaining about not getting attention.

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Notes:

- I had parkour training the entire morning.
- I slept at around 4:30 p.m.
- Woke up at 7:36 p.m.

I was in a familiar place. Somehow, like Cebu at night. A man offered to pay me for sex. At first, I thought he said his age is 100. I realized he said $100 an hour. He has white hair and looks older than middle age.

I was in a skate area. I jumped from one area to another. Edu Manzano was there. He asked who's Ilonggo. I raised both hands while I ran and jumped. He asked a question that I didn't understand and didn't make sense, but I answered something like "Yeah, I think it is." He confirmed that's the right answer and explained why. I didn't understand the reasoning or the words.

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Notes:

- Slept around 12 a.m.
- Alarm at around 6 a.m.
- Was preparing for parkour training

I was walking outside in a neighborhood full of houses and all of the sudden the world I was in suddenly became underwater. I felt peaceful though. At the same time this beautiful song started playing in the background.


It was the exact same song but instead of the lyrics "Put your back into it" it was "Paint the world red and black"

At the same time the houses, buildings, and architecture dissolved into threads of black and red paint that danced around me in artistic graceful movements as I swam. It was incredibly beautiful and comforting. I was in bliss and felt so happy.

After the song ended I became lucid, the trigger was me realizing that I was breathing underwater.

I sank below into the darkness of the water and soon felt my feet hit a wooden floor. The water had somehow vanished and I was in an old home. It was a bit dark and lit with candles. I walked out the front door and saw my sister.

"Did you know I was dreaming this whole time?" I asked her.

She smiled and nodded reassuringly, walking down the road past where I was.

I yelled after her. "My keyword is...Asshole! Remember Asshole! (I couldnt think of anything but the first word that came to mind that would be easy to remember was asshole. Because it was shocking and 2 syllables.)
I hope that one day she tells me that I told her to remember this word in a dream...

I went back into the house and started dancing. I'm a pretty great solo dancer in the dream world. I was just mainly happy to be lucid again. It's been a long time. After a few minutes Ray walked into the room.

"I'm lucid Ray! Isn't this amazing?"

"Yes," he said. "Make sure to write this down."

Then I woke up instantly.

When I woke up a lot of the dream was lost. It was much longer than this and more detailed. So much of it left me when i woke up but I think I got the most important parts and I am so glad that I was able to do it again. I was starting to think I lost my ability..

I was having a half birthday party at my house. It didn't seem like a lot of people had showed up though. My grandparents and my friend S were there. Then Manei showed up as a little girl, about 8-ish maybe.

She wanted me to give me her present now. I think I became partially lucid. It was a book that she had made. It looked like it had been made with computer paper and tied together with string. The whole thing was drawn with crayon.

The title was 'Light Green Paint'. This was a reference to the title of my own autobiography (still a WIP). The reason it was titled such was because at one point during writing my autobiography, I had made a joke about how the watercolor paint trays in elementary school art class never had any yellow since it was always tainted with green. So I said that there was green and there was light green. I thought it was absolutely hilarious when I first made the joke, but now it just makes me chuckle. I decided it would make a good title for the story.

It was supposed to be a book of our travels together. If I remember the first page was my first lucid dream where we met. I looked through it quickly to see what was in it. Some of the pages were actually references to other lucid dreams that I had in the past.

Though for some reason the one that stuck with me was not even a dream that I remember having. We were in a workshop where some guy made Russian nesting dolls. I began to get a false memory, and I identified it as a false memory, causing me to become even more lucid.

She was talking about how I was sometimes too introverted and didn't really tend to care about others, but that might be a good thing because there were a lot of mean people in the world. The dream phased into the workshop of the guy who made the nesting dolls, but she still had the book with her and was showing me other drawings from it. Despite being done in crayon, they were pretty well put-together drawings.

I was still looking through it excited to see what else she had done. Most of the things in the book were things that I don't even remember doing in LDs.

I lost the dream.

I was dreaming about girls in my class.They were singing i dont remeber about.
Dream was so vivid but i cant do reality check.And then after a while i start doing DEILD technique but its to anoying just.That brainwawes and lightning in my eyes.And i wake up.I need to complete
DEILD .

Dream no 1:

I'm at my best friend's house, standing in front of a huge window, watching the neighbour have an unfortunate and uncontrollable bowel movement. I yell in disgust as my friend's two brothers laugh out loud. One points out that the cleaning crew from a nearby supermarket (Tesco) has arrived to clean up the mess. Lovely.

Dream no 2:

Bill Paxton supplies my best friend and I with various equipment and gadgets, and well as kickass cars. For what purpose, I'm not too sure. I had noticed that if we misplaced or damaged our vehicle, he would provide us with an even better one. To this end, I brutally crashed the car into the wall of our house. Bill, furious, told us that we could now use our own two legs to get to places. For some reason which seemed incredibly logical at the time, me and the best friend (let's call her Isabelle) needed to go camping. This was directly linked to the fact that we no longer owned a car. After having discussed this with her, I went to my bedroom, and picked out the warmest clothes I could find, settling on a black hoodie and combat trousers. I packed a bag, filled it with what I thought I needed, slung it over my shoulder before heading out, closing my bedroom door behind me.

Dream no 3:

Falling, falling, I hit the ground fairly violently. Standing up, I saw that I remained unhurt, save for the fact that I could no longer see out of my left eye. Panicking, I asked Isabelle's family if something was wrong with me. Upon seeing me, they all started shouting, saying that I needed to be brought to the hospital. I black out, and awake to all of them looking down at me, their faces very close to mine. They carry me to the car, intending to drive me to the hospital.

Sidenote: The fact that all these include Isabelle and her family make me wonder if all this wasn't in fact part of one massive dream, and I just forgot the bits that connected. Hmm...I don't know

Better...albeit just 2 small, mundane and slightly odd dreams recalled. Thanks Ed...you threw me a couple of bones.

My boss/teacher? (DS) tells me "look up dieters." ??? I scan through a large journal and apparently find some references. (D/S looking for something) I tell my boss/teacher...adding "It should have been entered in the index."

My boss (DS) and I are wrestling with a long roll of computer-printout paper. I mean really fighting... this paper must be made out of carbon fibre or something. Eventually I tear through the paper (where's the physics in that?) and he presumably falls backwards (if the physics is working at all) You know, I really felt as if I'd won a major disagreement...small victories.

I have a handful of dream signs and that's a good thing I think, because they invariably pop up and surely increase the chances of lucidity when conditions are right...which they're not at the moment.

Not much but thanks Ed...it shows you care.

Yay increasing length and recall, fairly epic set of dreams culminating in a DEI(Semi)LD chain of girl-fun

early (mostly clobbered by later):
+(f) climbing on rocks, avoiding invading army
+(f) moving through glass doors on sand-bars, army conflict?

mid:
+ floating down river with friends, it's a wide fast river and I'm concerned we will soon pass too far away from our base. We get out and there's a guy standing there, I pour hot chili paste into his eyes. I feel bad about this and let him do the same to me to get even, I'm standing in the water while he does it (he's happy to get back at me), I don't really feel any burning. Indoors climbing up a spiral staircase, I wonder how we're going to get the gasoline back to our base for our vehicles: clearly carrying it in open paper cups won't work, the gas will eat away at the cups and spill out.

We're walking back to base on a road, there's a large male lion walking with us, one foot is hobbled and I see it has a stuck/infected toe on that foot.

+ investment opportunity with girl, rip up application

In a room with people at desks, there's an attractive 20-ish girl who's taking applications for an investment opportunity with her. I start asking her questions about the details of the investment and she's very evasive. I'm demanding information and she gets hostile and says s.l. she doesn't want me to participate. I stand by a wall and rip up my application, slowly tearing my application papers into 1/2 inch vertical strips and putting them all in the garbage

late:
+ I'm in the boy scouts, we're outside preparing our packs for an overnight trip away from our main base camp. I say that I was always and only in the <R> patrol, I'm proud of this, I see JG there and remember [true] that he was also only an <R>, so I give him a high five. The troop leader says that due to popular consensus the overnight trip is cancelled, I'm bummed, maybe we'll do the trip later, I'm standing around small boulders and lifting up rocks?

I look down and I'm packing my overnight pack, I'm not taking everything, I see a yellow tube tent/ground cloth and think if it rains I could get just inside the tent without setting it up. I think then that that's silly, I should just string it up on a rope. But then I'll have to close the ends up so water doesn't run through, and I have no clothes pins.

Then I'm lying in a proper tent in the rain, I look up and see a drip drop down from a line on the middle of the tent, I look at it for a while to see if it will drip again but it doesn't.

My face is poking out of the head of the tent. I look at the fly netting and zip it down several times, but I'm not sure this will help against the rain. I'm lying on the ground and I'm observing closely the rivulets of water running down horizontally past the entrance to my tent: I should really dig proper rain trenches I think, as I watch the water flow by, almost entering my tent. I'm in my sleeping bag and sit up and pull up my pad and see that there is no floor to the tent, just dirt, I see that a flow of water cascades down into the tent slowly. I hunker down in my sleeping back and pull the mummy hood strings tight to pull the bad snugly against my head.

Someone says "JG is doing a grass sleep!" I look out and about 2 tents away indeed I see JG is just lying outside of a tent directly on the grass under some vines in the light rain. I make fun of him calling out and say s.l. "are you communing with the grass, and feeling the energy of the roots as they sink into the earth?!" He answers seriously, saying "Yes, I am."

+ I'm at a gas station with a van. There's an attractive, dignified middle-aged (blonde?) woman there who only speaks French asking if she can buy (something?) there. I try to dig up my French class memories and answer "Oui, vous pouvez acheter, ici" it takes me a while to remember "ici", I think of the <main foreign language> word first. I"m then helping her insert her bank card with the magnetic stripe into the card reader.

I look back over my shoulder and I see a 20ish young woman is standing at the back of my van with the back door up and is taking pictures of things in my van. I don't like this I know she is an enemy and go and confront her (and we argue?). Then my van is filled with enemies and they're driving off, I hop into the back area.

I fight my way through several rows to the front passenger seat, the van is stopped and my back is to the windshield and one by one I'm fighting and strongly shoving each enemy out of the open door. In the back I see my best friend MR, I call out to him "M, I'll deal with you last, I don't know what you're doing here with these guys!?".

One guy doesn't go out easily, he puts up a fight. He's just standing there in front of me, making jabbing motions at me. I realize he must be stabbing me with a small knife and I must be bleeding and he's waiting for me to collapse from blood loss. I get him out eventually.

I quickly move to the driver's seat, step on the gas, and pull a U-turn. I floor the gas and I see the enemies are running after the van trying to get back in, I have some open road though and I quickly leave them all behind. I'm driving through tree-less rolling suburban hills. At one point the road vanishes entirely and there's only rolling hills of grass before me.

I'm heading up a steep hill, and enter a very large steep parking lot heading up to a movie theater on top of the hill. There's a marquee sign that says something (forgot). I'm wondering if there's a gas station up there, and where I'm going to get money.

At the top there's a strip mall of 1-storey shops.

I'm in an indoor store, like a large hardware store. There's an attractive woman, I know she's looking for a phone number, I approach her and take her into my arms and kiss her, saying "Here's the number: 863…*kiss*…53…*kiss*….49…*kiss*." Nice kisses, lip-grabbing/pulling the way I like, dream fades…

…back in the dream, there's a man walking down an aisle observing displays made up of heavily decorated naked people, I'm standing in the back of the display looking out at the displays and this man. He's looking at a very decorated erect (penis?) and says "that's just perfect, no need to touch that." Gets vague around the other end of the aisle.

I'm walking along the end of the aisles, lots of people, I look to the left and see some girls down that aisle so I go right up to one and kiss her. She first leans her head really far over to her right, and opens her mouth really far and I kiss her (but only the sides of our mouths contact because hers is so far open). I pull back and pull off her shirt and the dream fades…

…back in the dream, I'm at the entrance to the store, there's a short, sort of plump, busty young woman heading for the exit. I walk up to her boldly (most likely semi-lucid since I have no inhibitions) and

Spoiler for sexy encounter:

grab her breasts, one in each hand, and begin squeezing/kneading them, and simultaneously pushing them around in a circular motion (right clockwise, left counter-clockwise). They are large and soft and pillowy, not really my preference, but still quite nice, I keep this squeezing/pushing circular motion going the entire remaining time. I do not lean in to kiss her because I want the encounter to be longer. I'm watching her face the entire time. She has dark hair, dark eyes, and a slightly Asian/Mexican look to her. At first she's mildly shocked and says "HEY, what are you….[doing?]" (She doesn't say the words in [braces], but it's what I imagine she means). I'm grinning at her with a devilish grin while my hands stay busy doing their thing, my face is only about a foot away from her's, and I've pushed her up against a table and she's sort of leaning sideways over the table. I'm looking directly into her eyes and her face the entire time. I see her expression soften, becoming resigned and somewhat accepting of what I'm doing, and she then says "…Oh, OK, you can….[do that]" in a calm voice. I then ask "Do you like this?" and she answers in a husky, sensual voice, "Oh, I LOVE it!"

…dream fades...

First dream

I was in my home, messing up with router port forwarding settings. I couldn't get the forwarding done.

Second dream

I was in my old school. I was sitting on a bench and drinking juice during the break. The break ended and I had to go to the classroom. I entered it and looked for a spot to sit, but I forgot my backpack. I went to the corridor, left the juice under the bench and took my backpack. I sat on my place, in front of the class. We were just about to have a test. I saw persons from my new, and old school. The teacher was a female in her late thirties. She had a brown hair, and wore pale blue shirt, and jeans trousers.

In the last moments I looked through the book and notebook, but teacher told me Why are you learning now? I can add everything to the test! I stopped to look through them, and waited. The teacher told that we're not going to make the test.

She told me to go and sit in the back of the classroom. I went straight to the corridor, to take the juice. There was a security officer, who looked like Caesar. He was watching me, so I couldn't pick up the juice. I went back to the classroom.

It was the second german lesson in the row. The teacher was shouting at me, telling that I'm not gonna pass to the next class. She checked work of everyone except me. When she asked about one specific word, I replied. She wasn't impressed.