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I was out on the road with the roundabout going into ***** **** and we were outside this vehicle (truck, I believe) and my dad and 2 of his friends were there. They were talking about LDing, my dad's 2 friends said that they had been LDing since they were 3 and my dad said he was since he was in Year 12. They then asked me and said if I did and I said yes and they asked for how long, then I said since last year then quit then start again on 25th of August. They asked if I had one I said no. They asked (again) if I did the finger one and the guy who asked was flicking is index and middle finger up and down.

I hate having dreams that are talking about LDing and I don't even recognise it XD

It was a long dream involving a visit to some relatives. I was semi-lucid because i noticed some things that were off, and then i had a false awakening.

I was in my bed, sunlight coming from my window, but my bedroom was different, stuff being out of place and i could see my father in the kitchen. I looked at my hand and noticed 6 fingers! "This is a dream!" so i try to calm down and concentrate on my hand. Got rid of the sixth finger, then i made my index grow in length and to the other side of the room!. Surprised how far my finger went i look back at my hand and it became a girl's, with short fingers, a ring and a wristband. I get them to grow longer and then i get an idea: let's try to grow breasts! So i look under my shirt and concentrate on my chest but i think the excitement was too much at this point (i forgot to stabilize yet again ) and i lost it.

I am at my grandmother's house. The family is over for what I assume is my sister's birthday party. There is cake and relatives are over. Then, a friend of mine comes over. We shall call her A.

Now A and I have a history. We have been close friends for a while and I have always had some feelings for her. I asked her out several weeks ago, she did not want to change our relationship. I tried to convince her otherwise but did so in a horrible way and came off horribly. I eventually apologized, things returned to normal.

But in the dream, she comes over. I hug all of my individual relatives goodbye, and then we walk back to her jeep. Suddenly, another guy appears. He is somewhat handsome, and we shall call him E. I have never met nor seen him before, yet he climbs inside the jeep with us. I sense that he likes A, and I don't like that. I also sense that she may feel the same, but I am unsure. I keep her distracted from him for most of the car ride, I succeed in causing her to ignore him. He sits in the back while we are up front talking. I assume we are going to the movie theater, and eventually we arrive there. It is night and there are street lights illuminating the parking lot.

We get out and begin walking towards the back entrance to the theater, for some reason. It is an upward slope and blacktop. I am in the front, A is beside me, but slightly behind. E is behind us and tries to talk to us, but I attempt to steal the attention. Eventually conversation is swayed into my relationship with A. I cannot remember exactly what I said, but it was something that struck her silent and made her trail into deep thought, while I was smiling beside her.

We go inside of the theater, only to find that it is actually a hospital. I see a passed away relative there, my aunt, who had left us late last year. She is happy to see me and greets A. We walk around, talking, and then things fade.

#468 - DILD - 1:52AM

****DRY SPELL OVER!*****

Thanks to some kind words from my dream buddy I was able to get some lucidity last night. It's nothing to get super excited about, but it's good to be back in action.

Originally Posted by bemistaken

Hey buddy! As you once told me...you are not broke! You are the same gifted Xanous that you have always been.

Thanks B!

I am hovering over a really strange looking tepee with some people I think of as close friends. The tepee seems to me made from various bits of material and I have contributed a large section at top. Someone has attached a zipper at top and there is some excitement about how well it fits.

I am on the ground. I look around and become introspective. My younger daughter are standing around a large camp fire near the base of the giant tepee. She is talking to me but I don't understand her words. Suddenly, I just know that I am lucid. I tell her this might be a dream. I say "might" because a part of me is hoping she is really in the dream with me and I want to guide her into lucidity. I wonder if two minds could really be in one dream. I give her some time to think this over. She seems confused at first and looks around deep in thought. I float up off the ground a bit and say, "Look, Dalynn. I am flying."
She seems to understand for just a moment, but then it slips away and she says, "Wow how are you doing that?" Before I can reply she start jumping around making silly sounds.
I don't say anything. I just try to show off how I can fly, but I can only move around my making swimming motions. I hate it at first and I become very frustrated how goofy I must look. The dream breaks apart and I wake up.

I'll be brief in parts with this next dream because It was super long and I missed lucidity anyway.

I am a criminal in the depression era with some woman. It was almost a Bonny and Clyde senario, but we were con artist not back robbers. There we some long thing about a pond shop scheme. During a bank run we tricked people to turn in jewels and hand guns and we got a lot of money from it.
At one point we are driving down a street that looks more modern. I ask the woman what year it is. She dismisses me but I really think it looks like the late 80's. I tell her the cars just look more sporty, but she says nothing. I see an airplane in the sky. It is unmarked and very strangle looking with red glowing lines. It was very sci-fi. I don't think it's possible, but out of habit I say, "This might be a dream." I do a nose plug, but somehow I think it failed. I look around and the dream is very clear. I feel my eye are wide open. I know that dreams tend to be more blurry than this. With that thought the dream blurs a great deal and fades out to a new scene.
I am at some counter in a store with the woman. Another woman walks in with a folding fan and lays it on a counter. There is a dark skinned boy printed on it. I say something about the Muslim boy and the boy starts talking to me. He goes on about having sex with that "crotchety old woman".
I assume he's talking about the woman I am with. I say, "Well my cock gets hard and she's there to help it. What else would I do?"
The boy says, "Oh common you can do better than that."
Then I hear a narrator say, "And those acid trips flashback happened for the next 14 years."
There is laughter and I laugh along. I now feel as though I have been watching something on TV. I say, "That's funny, but I wish I could remember the set up for that joke."
The scene fade away with the audience laughter.

I am now in some basement looking at an attractive young woman tied up to some pipes along the wall. As the view passes close I notice she is severely retarded. She starts singing about being a retarded give tied up in the basement. I wake up.

I really wish I got up and went to my computer at 3AM to write down the first one, because now I don't remember the important parts. Either way, I was in some forest and between two trees, there was some dark screen. On the screen there was a message written in fire somehow? I can't remember what it said now though, damn it. I don't think it was anything important, but it would have been cool to still know.

But now for the sorta scary part.

There was this next part where I was talking to a friend who apparently had died.

He had returned for a little while to talk to me and a few others. The screen between the trees was apparently the portal back to the afterlife for him, so I stopped him before he went through it and said "Wait, the entire world needs to know, what happens when you die?"

He then said to me "I'm not allowed to tell you."

But he was allowed to reveal one thing.

He said something like "Death really is only a transition to another plane of existence" or something like that. For the record, I'm not exactly religious, so that was a little freaky.

Next, this other dream was still connected somehow, even though I think I had it later.

I was still in the forest, but in a clearing. And I saw a UFO above some trees, and everyone else saw it too. It looked like the stereotypical saucer shape and had glowing red lights underneath. When it flew away, it was super fast and was gone almost instantly. Looking at the people around me at this point, and I see that maybe I'm at some campground. Strange.

The last one was about me running around some school field with a water bottle for some reason. I remember there were 3 of them and I had the smallest one and I was trying to get the other bigger ones. I remember drinking all the water out of one, and it tasted oddly good somehow, even though water obviously has no taste really.

Sheesh, what a weird bunch of dreams.

I recall multiple dreams from tonight. I got up immediately to record them before I forgot.

Dream #1: Pirate Ship (Vivid, not lucid)

I was walking up to this lake/swamp area. Pennsatucky/Doggett (from Orange is the New Black) was with me. We found an old abandoned, half-sunk pirate ship in this lake area, so we decide to explore it. I remember how disgusted we were treading the swampy water to climb onto the ship. There was moss and seaweed and all kinds of "growth" on the rotten wood of the ship. There wasn't anything of interest on the ship, until Pennsatucky opened this latch to a hidden box and found a bomb. Now, the dream got into some weird time paradox at this point, where another Pennsatucky jumped out of this hidden box and activated the bomb. Me and the first Pennsatucky took off running so we wouldn't get blown to bits. We're running back and it turns out that the swampy lake was in my backyard. We run inside my house, but the interior turned into my Granny B's house. We hide behind tables and furniture because we only had 10 seconds (and there was an actual 10 second, real life count down in the dream) before the bomb went off. Eventually it exploded and took down the second Pennsatucky with it. Some weird other stuff occurred afterwards. Once the bomb went off, the dream began to loose its vividness. I just remember my family hosting a party for a bunch of 17th-18th century Asian (Japanese?) royalty. I was telling them about the bomb explosion. I think if I'd kept sleeping and retained the vividness, it would have become lucid.

Dream# 2: Baseball team (Memorable)

This dream was mostly hazy until the very end. All I remember is that my boyfriend had joined a pro baseball team (looked like Red Sox; I recall talking to a girlfriend about the Red Sox earlier today), and he let me travel with him and the team from baseball practice to one of the games. He was kinda embarrassed of me. He kept his distance so he could "bro out." I remember that the coach didn't like me because in my dream, I was openly bisexual and that went against his beliefs. He didn't feel comfortable with me travelling with them, so I had my father drive me to the baseball game. When I got in my dad's truck (because suddenly we were just outside my parents' house heading to the baseball game) my dad was backing out and heading down our neighborhood street, but he was on his phone texting. He wasn't paying attention to the road and almost had a head on collision with an 18-wheeler. My heart was drumming so fast. I screamed at my dad to pay attention to the road and he swerved to avoid hitting the 18-wheeler. I told him that next time, I was going to yank the wheel and he lectured me that i was overreacting. I woke up.

Dream# 3: Game Night (Vivid; lucid)

So, about a week ago, I posted an entry in my DJ about having a dream about Christian Grey, that I'd woken up and gone back to sleep and continued the dream. That dream took place in my Granny P's house, where I was preparing a game night for friends, while giving Christian the cold shoulder because we were mad at each other.

So, this dream I just had was interesting because it was also a continuation, but with a twist; it eventually led to a successful WILD. The dream took place in my Granny P's house. We were having a game night (haha, and the baseball team from the previous dream were there!). I remember looking around at the people there. The dream was incredibly detailed, which is usually how I enter lucid dream via DILD, by observing the room and noticing the detail, but this time I didn't just yet. I was just disappointed that none of the guys in there were cute. So, we continue playing some ice-breaker game to get to know everyone at the party and as we're scrambling around looking for our respective partners, I recall thinking, "Hey, this looks like the dream from when I was ignoring Christian at game night." As I was thinking this, I could feel myself waking up, so I thought again, "Well, maybe I can just try to recall this dream, turn it lucid and summon Christian in to the dream." lol, like I actually had a game plan to enter into another lucid dream as I was dreaming.

So, I was laying on the couch in the dark fully awake, just didn't open my eyes because I was trying to focus. I didn't move, I just waited for my body to fall back to sleep, focusing on the game night dream. Eventually I did fall back into a dream, which was incredibly weird because I've never gone from complete consciousness to seeing my mind create a dream. It was so weird! I just remember seeing nothingness and then a light that molded into a window. I was inside a house looking out through a kitchen window into a backyard where I saw two young boys playing. They were playing with a ball, throwing it at each other and into a small basketball hoop (like one make from Little Tykes). The only weird thing about this dream is that the motion was off. My motion was fine; it was fluid and free, but the boys' movement was...odd. It was like flipping through a hand-made picture book, creating motion from static images. It was also odd because it was incredibly short-lived and I had no control over that dream.

Dream #4: False Awakening (Lucid, but I don't know how to explain the end)

Haha!! Ok, so this is also incredibly hilarious. Just now, I had to google how to explain what I was trying to convey in my lucid dream, about creating motion from static images. Well, right after waking up from my lucid dream, I had a FA. I thought I had gotten off the couch to come to this website to type up the dream and I remember in this FA that I had to google how to explain this weird motion for the lucid dream. Ha! Prophesying much? Anyway, in the FA, I go back to the couch and lay down and I kinda wake up, but I'm still...not fully awake. I think I'm still in the dream, just realizing that I'm in the dream (????). I ask myself, "Did I really get off the couch just now, or was that a dream?" I'm moving my hands around, looking around the living room, but my eyes are closed, so it's dark and I see nothing, I just know what my living room looks like, so I think I'm looking at my living room. It's weird. I enter into full consciousness in my dream and I check my arms. I can't move them because I'm asleep but I feel my dream arms waving about. It's weird, I honestly don't know how to explain it. It's like I'm half dreaming. I can feel my arms moving in my dream, but I know they're not really moving as I lay there sleeping on the couch. So I just accept the fact that I'm still trying to sleep and I lay there in my dream (and real life) until I enter another dream.

Dream #5: Cat on Meds

So, I have another FA. It's daylight now and I'm laying on my couch. There is a cat at my feet, sleeping on the couch with me. (Last night, I actually fell asleep with my neighbor's small dog at my feet; I'm dog sitting ATM). So, in this dream, this cat that I apparently own has to take her meds in the morning. I reach over to the coffee table where her medicine is and I'm reading the instructions. I feed her two pills and she chews it up and spits it out and then scoops it up with her nose and carries it to her food bowl to eat later. I remember lecturing her for making a mess on the couch and I woke up.

Now I'm here typing this up. At least I hope I am because I've had enough FA's for the night. o_0

No snake involved in last night dream, have an adventure instead.

I am in a east-european village, all stone and narrow muddy paths, with an overcast sky and chilling atmosphere. There isn't many people in the street, save for a black carriage without horses and a older gentleman with sweeping white hair. I walk to him and he hands me a curved sword. I tie it to my waist and go on to the center of the village; I need to go throught it to reach a castle looming on a hill. I put the sword to good use as a group of bandits attacked me with a knife that looks like it's made from a rasor blade monted on a oyster knife's handle. I know that this thing is made to slit throat and I dispatch them. I then go to the inn, it's pretty packed but I can't put my weapon away; I feel a painful pressure everytime I try.
I head out and finaly reach the castle. A pack of giant wolves is waiting for me, some of them with brlood red fur. I slay the ones who attack me, before one of the survivor take me on his back to enter the castle. What's left of the pack is following us, I notice that they're all brown, and somme of them have ribbon around their necks. I get off my wolf companion and walck up some stairs with an white wolf playfully nipping at my heels*. I become aware that someone is narrating what I'm doing, but I don't pay close attention to it.
The celling is lower and lower, I have to go to a big door that open in a high-celing room that seem to cover all the back of the castle. I swich on the light and see an enormous cat I think is mine** an go to the over side of the room, which is full all light thanks to gigantic windows. I can see the slab grey sea, an manucured lawn and a blue pool.
I subdue the light so my wolfs can come with me and find a deckchair to lounge on. My family join me, and I use mind power to lock the door going into the dark room for their safety. My grand mother start complaining about it and the windows start slamming open because of a strong wind. I try to keep them closed with my mind, but I can't until I make microscopic holes in the glass panel, "so the salt can go through" as my grand-mother say.

The dream flicker and I'm buying clothes with my sister before waking up.

*an habit of my sister's dog, who does have white fur.
**which is funny, because the mighty kitty is mighty in his mind but not much in his size.

A bedroom

I wake in a moonlit room. To my left is a window. I know I'm dreaming because the window shade is wrong. It should be vertical blinds in waking life but here they are horizontal. Reliable old dreamsign. I sit up and take in the room, but there's not much to see. A bed and four walls. Only the window is of interest. The blinds have conveniently disappeared. I fly and phase through the window.

Outside is more of the same. It's a rather common scene in my dreams. A lone house in the middle of a gray desert. Just flat wasteland as far as the eye can see. There are no stars in the sky, but it's not quite pitch black. Just a shade lighter of ambient moonlight. I turn to my right and see that, at least The Moon is out.

I gaze at The Moon, wistfully. Hello, Old Friend. Just you and me again tonight, huh?

Light, windows, The Sun, and The Moon all play an important role in my dreams. It's how I establish a scene and my orientation. Obviously, the light indicates if it is day or night. I prefer to be outside in dreams because the visuals are bigger and there's more room in which to play. But there's more to it. My dreams tend to be at night, so usually the Moon is out. And I can stare at the Moon and notice its features more so than the Sun, so I suppose I've developed a greater rapport with the Moon. The Sun and The Moon always rise in the East, so whichever direction I find them is East. I don't know if it is a coincidence, but I usually find them to my right when I start to examine a scene. That means I'm usually facing North to begin a scene. If I venture away from my starting point, I tend to travel East because doing so keeps the Sun or Moon in my field of vision. I think maintaining this sense of orientation helps to keep a scene stable, so that, for example, things don't disappear when I look away from them. Moreover, the heavenly spheres and cardinal directions have cultural and mythical connotations, which might enrich the storytelling in subconscious ways, and that is welcome. And as a practical matter, it helps me rebuild the scene in my imagination during recall.

Still looking at The Moon, I continue to reflect on the scene and my mood. This time, aloud: "Why is it so empty?"

No answer. But as I look at The Moon, I think of The Man In The Moon and remark how the white face of The Moon might be like the white face of a clown. And instantly, I make the connection: Pagliaccio.

I turn around and there he is, Pagliaccio, the sad clown. He is dressed in a white silky outfit with puffy cottonball-like adornments in place of buttons. He wears a white dunce cap. His face is all white except for a single black tear under one eye. I call him Pagli, or sometimes Paggy but that's my poor reading of Italian. In other contexts, he would be more recognized as Pierrot, but I prefer Pagliaccio because that particular incarnation is more nuanced and specific, relatable.

He looks up at me with the same wistful look with which I looked at The Moon. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. I know what he's thinking. Vesti la giubba. Ridi, Pagliaccio. It means, Put on the costume. Laugh, Clown.

I am overcome by emotion and the dream ends. I try to introspect. What is this emotion I am feeling? Compassion. For Pagli? For the character? Is he not me? Compassion for myself? Pagliaccio non son. It means, I am not The Clown. But maybe I am still The Fool. Vesti la giubba. Put on the costume. You must put on a show. For who? There's no one in my dreams but me and versions of me. Is that why it's so empty? Am I too insular? Sigh, I'm ruminating.

Ridi, Pagliaccio. Laugh, Clown. It really means, Laugh at your pain, because that is your role as The Clown and that's what the audience expects. It doesn't mean to laugh as some kind of therapy. At least, that's not the literal meaning. But maybe it is the ironic meaning? But who is the audience, anyway? What is the theater of dreams all about? How long should play at this game of Questions?

Pagliaccio non son. I am not The Clown. It really means, I am not acting right now. And also doubly, You shouldn't take me for a fool. No, Pagli, you're no fool. You mean something. I'm not sure what. For now, I'll take you at your word, Old Friend. Ridi, Pagliaccio. Laugh, Clown. It might not be therapy for the character, but it is catharsis for the audience. Aren't I both?

I recall a girl from my school standing in a tunnel, looking through an opening. It was day time outside, causing the tunnel to become brightly illuminated by the shining sunlight. She was in her uniform, and I was standing in a corner wondering what she was so mesmerised about. Within seconds, I woke up.

So i woke up, always wanna WBTB lol after i wake up, so i put some calming melodies/music to let me fall asleep, had 2-3 times Sleep paralysis and couldnt get through so i woke up again and again, till the time where i was like ok now i can do it and get in SP anytime i want and then enter the dream scene, i did ... so i was near some beach park, no idea was trying to have fun around u know, catch some ladies etc, but wasnt easy lol so i woke up 1-2 times and re-entered my last dream was a dream with my bro surrounded by like 10 ppl came and ask me to give em my euro coins u know 2 euro / 1 euro etc and i told them ok ill drop on the air and u choose [words or numbers] u win if you guess right, then i run lol and there was that guy from Youtube Vitalyzdtv trynna catch me and i jumped above a Fence (flied) did a flip and entered into a big game soccer field with that red sand while he wanna catch me and he got stuck on a fence and i asked, u believe in god? he said yes, u believe in jesus and prophet mohammed? he told yes i believe peace be upon them
then i trolled him by saying.. "haha you in a dream and u got pranked i am the camera and laughed and i flied back and decide to wake up lol.

dats it

Morning of September 26, 2015. Saturday.



In my dream, I am focused on my childhood dream girl scenario. Though I now know her in reality as my beautiful wife Zsuzsanna, my long-term memory is not accessible (which in fact is typical in many dream types). I am perhaps about twenty-five years old.

I look to her right and notice we are probably either in an isolated forest or possibly a park. My attention becomes focused on what looks like writing superimposed on the largest tree in the foreground, each letter perhaps about the size of a leaf. I become semi-lucid yet distracted by the idea of “learning” something in a dream state by reading it, which is usually futile.

Just under that tree in the foreground, I see a brighter light, which I am aware is my conscious mind at one level, like a potential portal to waking from the present scenario. This intrigues me. However, the landscape “under” and beyond the tree seems slightly miniature. I am not sure if I can “fit” under the sky if I choose to walk in that direction. I may bump my head on the sun and possibly burn some of my hair off.

The “writing” on the tree becomes more annoying as I “realize” that I am not looking at letters of the alphabet even though I am. For a time, I think I am looking at horseshoes that somehow got thrown into the tree over time by enthusiastic horseshoe players. However, I eventually become aware that I am in fact looking at “letters”, but mostly only “C” and “U” in a random sequence. I reflect that this may be some sort of binary code and consider trying to “interpret” or decode it.

Strangely enough, my dream-self does not even become aware of the play on “CU” (as in “see you”) at any point even though I am quite lucid prior to fading. I decide to move forward to wake. The ray of sunlight reminds me vaguely of a yellow number two pencil from my school days, held up diagonally, writing intricate “shadow writing” over the path ahead.

I rescued a friend from the evil clutches of a fitness instructor (scary lady in dark lycra). Lycra can look very good or very bad on someone.
It looked good on her but her hair was all cruela deville everywhere and a bit menacing, along with her crazed eyes.
I pulled my friend away and up a grass bank...

Unfortunately I snagged her leg on the top of a wire fence...amd kind of sliced it off...straight through the bone...
there was a red line of blood.... then it FELL OFF!

I willed her really strongly not to notice my mess up. Felt really bad, this is not how a heroine does things
And being a good little dream character she played along and didn't seem to notice at all. So I put her leg back together.
She then ran off along a path to freedom.

All very dark in dream, maybe night time escape

I had a bunch of wine before bed. About 5-6 glasses, it is a very weak homemade sort of wine, more like beer. The glasses were small. Probably equivalent to 2 regular glasses of wine, alcohol-wise. Also a few sips of Jagermeister .

Also had a bedtime snack of a scrambled egg sandwich with cheese, and a glass of milk. Think I'll be repeating this in the future!

No recall before the dreams that went lucid.

+ (LD#146) Law book, spider-master man, (LD) garage tour
I'm about to start studying a really thick book for Law School. We have to remember every single detail from the book. I'm a bit nervous about how I'm going to remember all this detail. I think I should prepare a notepad with me to take notes while I read. I flip through the book to see how many pages it has. The same page numbers (90-something?) keep repeating throughout the book, they don't keep increasing. I say "every chapter starts over at page one!" I go look for the table of contents to try to determine how many pages there are. I finally determine there are somewhere around 600 (?) pages in the book.

I start reading through the book. One one page there is a diagram towards the bottom of the page depicting and naming about 6 different styles of boat. Some of them look like little "Orion" ships from the computer space battle "empire", and are labeled "orion-<something>". Do I have to remember this, too?

There is a veteran lawyer in the room, he's busy working on something. I want advice on studying, do I really have to remember everything? I go up to him and respectfully say "excuse me, may I ask you a quick question, it won't take long" but he shakes his head "no," he's preparing for a client?

I keep studying the book some more. Then I go back to the guy a bit later and ask again "I just want to know do I have to remember every single detail from the book?" He says yes, you have to memorize everything.

I'm standing outside and the lawyer guy comes. I want to get away from him so I transform myself into a little spider and slip through a crack. He keeps coming like he knows where I am. Again I transform into a little spider and slip through a railing on a stairway and down to the ground floor. He keeps coming at me. I think he is the "spider master". I ask him "do you always know where all spiders are?" He says "yes." Then I either ask or he volunteers that there are thousands of spiders within the immediate vicinity. He says that there's a room (garage?) with zillions of spiders there, he detects them now, and offers to show me.

I follow him and we walk around a corner in the hallway in this house and there's the door to the garage. I'm surprised by a large (reddish?) stuffed fish that is hanging from a wire from the ceiling down just above my head that starts wiggling in alarm when we come around the corner. I also glance on the far wall and see something crawling there I think it's a large spider. I do a nose pinch RC from the surprise/oddness of the situation and I can breathe, I'm lucid.

The man is continuing the tour but I decide to ditch and go back outside to the right where I met him. There is a DC there

Spoiler for sexy situation:

and I engage and kiss it briefly. It doesn't seem into it, but then I offer up some tongue and it enthusiastically responds and we french for a few seconds.

I decide that I want to go on the tour now. I head back to the garage door and the man is there and I say something like "let's go on the tour." We head in to the garage. There is a small group now of people on the tour. There are a bunch of rooms all connected, like garage/laundry rooms. There are no spiders, I note. In one room I glance in and see a bunch of stuffed animals. Very life-like. One is a small dog. I think I could transform that dog into my old dog "L" and bring it back to life. We walk on.

I encounter the DC I was interacting with earlier

Spoiler for sexy situation:

and give it a quick squeeze around its crotch area. I reach for its butt too but

mistakenly touch some woman who's walking by. At that point some kid throws something at the woman, distracting her.

We're then in another room. This is the family of jr-high GF KS. This room preserves statues (like wax) of the 3 girls in the family as they were at various ages growing up, each one riding the bicycle that they had at that age. Also extremely life-like. I notice one who I think is HS (brown hair) but none of the faces are right. I also look for JS but don't see her. There are lots of people in the group of various ages, I see the face of a girl, I do not know her. Dream starts slowly slowly fading
and I'm awake. Try to DEILD back in but am awake, so I spend time recalling the dream.
Time lucid: ~4-5 mins

+ (LD#147) dolphin, animals, "Sylvah"
Memory of the dream begins with me walking into a room and stopping dead in my tracks, because there in the room standing on its "head" is a dolphin! It's "walking" that way? It's also part cucumber? I notice in the next room beyond two tiny penguins (pigeon-sized) standing close together. I do a nose pinch and I can breathe, am lucid. I thank the dolphin (and pat it?) as I walk by out on to the deck [of childhood home apparently]. In the corner to the right are some shelves with pairs of little live animals. There is a pair of pigeons there and I choose a pair of little rodents and put them on my right shoulder to perch there. I turn to the right looking down the length of the deck and ask them "what would you guys like to do? Go flying? "Find" some girls?" I reach the corner where the deck turns to the left and on the other side of the railing I see a girl there doing something. I say happily "Hi! My name's <real name>, what's your name?" She comes up to the other side of the railing and whispers something which I can't hear. I want her to speak louder. She says, audibly this time, "Sylvah." I reach over the railing and put each hand under each of her armpits and lift/pull her over the railing to my side. I place her with her back against the front railing. I lean down in front of her and kiss her briefly. I then ask, "would you like to go to the beach under the bridge?" She shakes her head and says "No....too cold....". I then say "how about an inland beach by a lake, warm?" She nods her head "yes." I want to get her into her bikini. I lift up her shirt (she's wearing something like loose pajamas) and see a bikini top, lower the top, and pull down her pants and she's wearing a bikini bottom.
the dream fades at this point (or I just lose lucidity).

I then return non-lucid to the place where the animals were on the corner of the deck by the door. I'm taking some notes with a pen on a plastic transparency. I realize the notes will be permanent. I'm recording how large a dose of sleeping pills I gave the girl (?). I write a big cursive "g" and a 3? I think "3g, no, that's way too much, probably meant mg." I think I shouldn't be writing this here, people will come and find what I've written.

Time lucid: ~1.5 mins

I'm in a fancy department store by the magazine racks. Down the fine wooden spiral staircase I hear some commotion. I see a group of security guards carrying off a bald, young hooligan. He is trashing around a lot and they are having a really hard time getting him out. I see some of his friends around him as well, some girls as well, they all have the same style. I can't help but keep staring at the scene, despite knowing better. They end up having to drag a few other guys from the group away as well. I watch them drag them to the front door that's by the magazine racks and to my left. It's a grey day.

I see Hannibal Lecter at the magazine racks (the Mads Mikkelson version) and he talks about a dinner party he is going to throw with his psychoanalyst.


I am on the drive outside a very American looking house in a suburb. It's a blue summer evening. A young woman comes up to me, she seems a bit quircky and spontaneous. She offers me line of cocaine on a wooden coffee table she has on the drive, there is a sofa next to it. Looking a the lines they are made up of mangled letters like they were cut out of a magazine.

She sits on the sofa, now pretty messed up, laughing. As she goes picks up some beer from a crate to the left I remember (in the dream) that we used to date. How weird.

On the table there are some cough drops she says will really mess me up. For some reason, I take one. I turn my head to the right and see a bunch of of people dressed like gang members swarm on a house across the road. I panic and I try to usher the woman and her friend into the pickup truck behind us to hide, maybe they won't see us. Inside the truck the women panic, they are on the driver's seat, and try to get out to sneak into the house. I try to follow them but I'm not fast enough to follow, the car door slams and I can hear the gang members surround the truck. I have my hands over my head, telling them not to shoot, I'm in the passenger seat, feeling the tension of the situation bearing down on me. After a while of verbal threatening they let me out, they are all laughing. Outside the car they show me a picture of myself in the passenger seat they had taken, my expression is fearful. I wonder how I can make sure to never end up in a situation like this ever again.


I'm by a small bridge going over a snowy river in the country. It's a grey day. I'm walking over it with Kelsey Grammer. I sense it's war time. A helicopter is coming right at us and we panic, where to go? My body feels heavy like I can't run or dash anywhere. I follow Kelsey Grammer into the water as he jumps over the bridge, I fear that the water is going to be cold. Underwater I try to swim away, hearing the helicopter shoot at the bridge and hearing rounds entering the water. A few of them hit me, I feel them pass through my arm and body with a sharp pain. A peace comes over me. Did it kill me? I breathe in, I worry about getting water in my lungs but as I slowly breathe in no water comes in. (!) I must be on the surface. I wake up.


I'm in a diner kind of place in a desert. I meet Mulder and Scully, there are new X-files episodes out. I see some large boxes, like over-sized season boxes, they are black and look fancy. Each has a new episode on it. I pick one up that has a formaldehyde container in it, the episode is called "The Bone King" and the vile has the monster of the episode in it. It's a boney, tough worm. Looking at the boxes I realize that I missed the new episodes when they came out, how is that possible? They apparently came out years ago.

I hear about an episode that had Eminem as a guest. The episode is the reason he can't make any movie decisions by himself again. Suddenly I'm in the episode and outside the diner. I see agent Reyes. We are to go hunting for a type of monster the locals have been using to make a popular kind of deep-fried nuggets. To a open space to the left of the diner I see lots of the monster walking around, they look like chicken nuggets with legs and a thin tongue coming out. I dash into the herd. I then see one of them that looks different, is he mutated or something? It has many segments to it. It is grabbing people with a tentacle ans swallowing them whole, where they go into a stomach portion to get digested. Agenet Doggett gets swallowed. How will Scully save the day? She shoots the stomach portion, blowing it up.

Fragments: See the Cigarette Smoking Man outside a dark house at night with rest of the crew, he looks very ghastly and disgusting, must be a spirit form of him. For some reason Doggett has some loyalty to him.

In a tour bus, I see a picture of Mulder and Scully with Chris Carter. Wait a minute, aren't Mulder and Scully real? Chris Carter is written into my dream (?) as having written the X-files based upon the "real" thing. Mulder talks to Chris Carter, gushing with excitement.

I had another dream about this lady I used to be romantically attracted to. I thought we'd get together at some point,but it seemed like all she wanted to do was play games. Needless to say,we did not part on good terms.

I dreamed I walked into this convenience store. I got a soda from the fountain dispenser and went to the front to pay for it. Jessi and some girl were behind the front counter,sitting on stools and talking. The counter itself was about waist high,the top was gray marble and the base was aqua colored. I sat the drink down but neither of them looked up. It was almost like they didn't see me there. Jessi turned her head and said something to the other girl. Jessi told the other girl she and her husband had gotten into an argument about something trivial. I think she said a glass had got broken and he blamed her for it,even though she didn't do it.