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Going to the museum
I'm with my parents driving to a museum. We're going to cross a long flat bridge, but the nav software tells us to take a detour. As we're driving around, we pass the seafood store - a boxy building with two huge bright-red garage doors - where we bought fresh seafood at earlier. I'm surprised to see that the doors are closed, but then I see a sign showing it's only open from eleven to three. My first thought is that that's a really short time for a store to be open, but I guess that makes sense for fresh seafood.

Now we're taking a different bridge. Away to our left I can see the bridge we were originally going to be on. Now we're across the bridge winding our way towards the museum. Someone wonders about museum hours and I grab my phone to look them up. I seriously consider using voice input, thinking carefully about my phrasing, but I never actually use it. Instead, I do a normal search, and the first hit goes to the Hours page on their website. Unfortunately, most of the page rambles about other things that have nothing to do with when it's open. Near the bottom is a daily movie schedule, and I assume they're open at least as long as the movies are playing. Unfortunately, that's not the case, as some of the later movies are not public, but I'm able to make a guess at which column in the schedule is the last public showing. Of course, there's some kind of popup that's hiding the actual hours, so I have to drag it around to have a chance to see the listing.

Now I'm inside with my family walking around the large entry hall. It's a wide roundish room with a glass wall which parallels the real wall and has information carved into it. Now we're in a smaller, darker room putting our names in for events later in the day. One of the movies is about Duplos, and only my youngest daughter wants to see it. I'm not sure how that's going to work - I'm sure an adult will need to be in with her, and I can't see it as being interesting. One of the employees laughs at us and says that it's not that bad. The rest of the kids want to pet dogs. I'm surprised that petting dogs is a scheduled activity, but I guess they have lots of people doing it, so ...

Now I'm walking with my parents. A tall, skinny black man - college looking, with an earnest voice and a backpack - asks my step-father a question about the Bible. My step-father is a bit distracted, and it's not a hard question, so I decide to answer in his place. Unfortunately, the guy won't let me get two words together. Any time I try to speak, he just talks on top of me. Eventually I switch from trying to answer the question to saying something like "Hey, just listen to me!" Eventually, he apologizes, saying he thought I meant something else. I tell him that he can either listen to my answer respectfully or just walk away. He considers for a moment and then walks away. I'm kind of disappointed but also relieved that I won't have to put up with him any more.

Now he's back, but he's not talking; he and my step-father have gotten cat coloring pages and are coloring them with fine point markers. Both are doing well, though their styles are completely different. One of them is using long, sweeping lines, while the other is somehow doing a textured look. The black guy leaves before he's finished, leaving his paper on the table. I absently make a couple of filled loops on it, trying to finish it, but I quickly realize that my style is radically different from his and that it doesn't look very good now

Now a couple of employees are saying that he's had his privilege of coming to this area of the museum revoked; they're tired of his coming in here and claiming the kingship (and other things) and of refusing to listen to anyone else, making for a poor learning environment.


The incubator
I'm watching a guy with a lab coat putting a bunch of Petri dishes into what looks like a wall-mounted oven. Once he's put a few stacks in, he closes the door and punches something into a keypad beside it. He explains that he's set it for one pulse every fifteen seconds. The door has a clear window, and we can see bright white flashes, but I assume that the window is doped to block any dangerous energy from reaching us. Oddly, it's flashing once a second, not once every fifteen seconds. At first, I assume that the flashes aren't the "pulses" he spoke of, but then I notice that the blobs in the Petri dishes grow much larger with each flash. I wonder if he misspoke, that maybe he meant that it would pulse for a total of fifteen seconds. I keep watching, and on the last pulse, a bunch of little round red balls appear hanging in the air inside the incubator. He's not surprised and says that they're fish eggs which somehow made their way in, and since the pulses make everything grow the eggs grew along with the samples in the dishes. He opens the door and the 'fish' fall out onto the floor. I take a closer look and can see they're actually a wide variety of animals. I see a number of mice or similar creatures, something that may be cat-like (though it's mouse-sized), and even a tiny elephant! I marvel that they're all walking fairly well since they're all only a few seconds old. I notice one little animal which is basically missing one eye and feel sorry for it, and for them all, knowing how they were brought into the world so unnaturally.


House guests
I'm at 'my house.' I'm inside, trying to communicate with Ben C, but my phone is having issues. I decide to text him to let him know I'm going to reboot my phone. I try to use voice input, but something strange happens and I end up fiddling instead of just sending the message, so I never get around to rebooting the phone. Eventually I see his car pull up outside and realize I've really taken way too long.

Now I'm outside on the driveway. The O's have just pulled up and are getting out of their van. A number I don't recognize calls and I try to answer, but my Bluetooth headset falls apart in my hand. Margaret offers me another one, but I know I don't have time to pair it, so I answer the phone in the normal way. The guy on the other end is from another country - Australia, maybe - and isn't pleased with me and starts lecturing me about something. After a very one-sided conversation, he hangs up.

Now I'm in the garage. There's a huge metal tool case / drawer / shelving unit. It's got wing tables that can fold out, and one of my kids is messing with them. It's making terrible squeak, and another kid asks if I can get the WD-40, but I say no, not this time, since we don't actively use it and I like having the hinges be that little bit stiff so that someone getting whacked on the head by a falling table wing wouldn't get hurt as badly. If we ever start using it, then I'll oil it well.


Mishaps around the house
A man has come to my house to be interviewed for something. After he comes in, I realize that I'm wearing my earbuds and shooting muffs - fantastic for listening while lawn mowing, terrible for talking to someone - and quickly pull them off, not intending to be rude. Later on, I realize that I'm wearing the earbuds again, and again I quickly pull them out. I'm confused - the guy is still here, and I can't think when I would have had an opportunity to put them back in.

Now I'm in another room. Somehow a loop of thread from my collar has gotten wound around the button on my pants. In this awkward position I can't keep balance and end up falling over. I don't want anyone to find me like this and manage to crawl further out of sight. I can't get the thread untangled, so I reach into my pocket in hopes that my multitool is there. To my horror, it's not; but then I realize that it's fallen out only a few inches away. I grab it, open the scissors, and - with the scissors uncomfortably close to my face - cut the thread. I'm standing up just as someone walks by, but they don't notice anything unusual.


Chainsaw workday
At a church workday, I see my wife about to use a chainsaw to cut down a tree. She's not wearing any protective clothing, so I walk over to her to make sure she knows what she's doing. When I mention the protective chaps which normally come with chainsaws, she says she completely forgot about getting a set. I ask where she rented the chainsaw from, thinking that we may be able to swing by to pick some up, and she says the name of a place I've never heard of (something starting with L). Memories of guys who have had their legs chewed up, and of a couple of guys I know who were saved from that fate by their protective gear, come into my mind.

Now I see a couple of guys standing near the end of the driveway cutting a table in half. One is holding it upright while the other chainsaws it. I can't believe how incredibly unsafe that looks, but I just walk the other way.

Now I see my oldest daughter using a baby chainsaw - it's red and probably only about a foot long. Once she finishes her cut she keeps her finger on the trigger, and I tell her that that's a bad idea. She lets her finger off, but it starts sputtering and Bob B comes over and reminds her that that chainsaw has issues and needs to be kept running. I apologize, saying that it was I who told her to let off the trigger.

Now I'm using a small chainsaw to try to slice a watermelon. It's not working very well, and eventually I shut it off and go in search of a nice large knife which I feel will work much better.

It was dark night, I left s supermarket with my pals and entered a car. I can't recall it's brand, it had dark paint. We took off and I drove around the city like crazy, breaking law but not gathering any police attention. Street lights gave only dim spotlights, there were no people on the sidewalk. I stopped by some shop and entered it with pals. There was a blonde woman in mid-thirties, her hair were arms lenghts and she was wearing a black blouse and black trousers. There was also some man with dark hair, wearing white shirt and blue trousers. We were supposed to make some triangle with that woman.

I will have a lucid dream tonight.

I did not. It was instead full of fantastical videogame worlds and a re-visistation of my highschool. Not the most unique by my standards.

D1 - At work someone from an agency arrives wearing a pink top, big cup headphones, short black hair and black glasses. Upstairs is open plan as usual. Traci throws a knife across to pin a rat to the wall next to me.
Lots of children are watching.

D2 - The headteacher asks me to replant a half dead plant out of a pot. The roots are sticking out red and straggly. I tell him to replant but he just rips the plant out of the pot. It is completely dry with a wood case round it. He says it will be fine. I feel this is a metaphor for not being able to grow as a person with love.
He tells me charlie hasn't marked their french books and could he use under my bath to display his plants in a large beer jar, by taking out the side panel.

D3 - We are trying to escape from the frightening school. First of all to a seaside hideaway then serenity decides the safest place would be her uncles small house in the country. We escape there and plan on how to kill the headteacher when they follow us. First we think of burying them then we decide to use a gun with a silencer to shoot them, then bury them out at sea.

Somethin to do with Crimson Skies.

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I had a false awakening. Smoky Quartz from Steven Universe walked into my room wearing lingerie and apparently 'in the mood'.

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I met DreamCafe11 in a semi-lucid dream, only I think she was very young. She was in the wood shop of my middle school at night making these wooden dolls of all my persistent dream characters. They looked sort of like those wooden figurine men you use for anatomy reference when drawing but she was sculpting specialized wood pieces to make hair and stuff and painted them to look like us.

She then started making the Jade and Manei dolls kiss and she thought I'd be upset that she did it but I didn't care. I remember looking at the Marcus doll. (It had little glasses made out of wire and clear plastic that I enjoyed taking on and off.) I was telling her she was really good at making things. The glasses became full sized and I realized I had to give Marcus his glasses back because he couldn't see without them.

Eye (fully grown) appeared and he put this reddish purple magic sand that came out of his sleeve on the dolls that made them into voodoo dolls that could control me and my dream characters. When he did this really dark scary music started playing for a few seconds. We were at my aunt's old house now. Eye ran into the basement.

I got really scared and angry to the point of freaking out. I stepped on the dolls and broke them all. (So apparently a lapse in dream logic that stomping on the dolls didn't cause their actual versions to be brutally crushed by an unseen giant boot.) Cafe came back and she started crying because I ruined her hard work and she was hitting my leg. I started trying to make sense of my reality and getting more lucid but I forgot what happened after that. I think I might have woken up.
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I remember I was driving to college, but using a car that belonged to one of my teachers from elementary school. ID he had like a sky blue 1950's car that was really long and had big fins on the back of it. It was very hard to steer. I remember at some point I wound up driving off the road.

It was like a video game. I was on a freeway that was high above this wasteland. (It looked a lot like something from fallout.) I couldn't stop the car and there were these red propane tanks in the road that I would crash into visibly damaging the car and causing a life bar in the bottom right corner of the 'screen' to decrease. I finally managed to stop the car, it was very nearly destroyed and there was only a small amount of life left.

I came back onto the normal road. But traffic was stopped in both directions and somebody was riding a motorcycle up and down the road in a pink bikini and a pink power rangers mask. I met with this DC who had black hair and a big beard who was filming her on his phone. He said that he had a thing for people who rode motorcycles and dressed like power rangers, but he was really embarrassed about it. Apparently he would stop people he found attractive and pay them whatever it took to get them to wear his outfits and ride up and down the stretch of road outside his house on a motorcycle.

I told him I wouldn't tell anyone if he helped me pay to fix my teachers car and he said he would.

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I was going on a run in evening/twilight time, passing the entrance to my neighborhood as I usually do about 1/3rd of the way through my route. I was thinking about how I wanted to make a movie about a lucid dream and I would film myself on a greenscreen and then put that against films of the background I wanted, and then use after effects to add my flying jets. I said I would need to have four layers in my after effects file to do it.

Then I looked up and saw that in the direction of the downtown area of the town I live in there were three or four skyscrapers that were not there IWL. This made me RC. I got up onto the railing of the boardwalk trail that runs through the woods by my neighborhood and took off flying. I remember looking down as I took off to see if my flying jets were there, since sometimes they fail to appear and I just sort of hover, but they were there all right. I was thinking about how each time they seem to have different properties and this time they threw out these sparks like fireworks.

I flew up over my neighborhood towards the direction of downtown. There were all of these concrete mid-rise buildings that were not there IWL. I flew by some of them and an old lady waved to me when I did. I then flew over a river that was mirror still and saw my reflection. But from the altitude that I was at I just looked like a little point of light moving across the sky.

I wanted to go faster to get to the big city, but went really really high in the air by mistake. I looked down and saw the city was like a half-circle shape. Right in the middle where all of the biggest buildings were it just cut off and became a forest with no roads. I flew back down to the tallest building, a circular glass tower. I wanted to know what it was and I saw white hologram letters appear that said "kata towers". I looked around at all the buildings and they all had something that said 'kata' in the name.

I started examining the buildings and noticed that some of them were only complete on the near side, and from the abrupt forest transition they were just like building frames and props with cutaways of incomplete interiors.

Manei jumped off a building with a helicopter pad and grabbed my foot. This caused me to crash in the forest just beyond the cutoff of the city and when we hit the ground we slid across it and made a big trench in the dirt but didn't get hurt. She asked why I didn't hear her because she was yelling and yelling for my attention but I was too busy flying to listen. I told her I wasn't interested in having her in appear in every single dream and sometimes I just like to do things on my own.

I saw in the back of the building had a giant bunch of bananas (~15 stories tall) built into the frame. I think I noticed other oversized groceries such as a giant bag of lays potato chips and oversized frozen pizzas still in the boxes.

- Uncle Mike - I'm standing at the end of the driveway of a giant house. A mansion if you will. My mom and dad are with me. Down the driveway comes my grandfather's friend Mike Ruben. My dad tole me that I had to let him know that he has to bail out of some stock that he's in, keep the $2B, or else he's going to lose it all. So Mike gets to me finally and he's smoking a cigarette (I don't think he even smokes). I bum cigarette from him. I feel like I'm now sitting in a bean bag chair. I think Uncle Mike is in a robe and slippers, but I think it's also very cold out.

- Ashley Seal - Somewhat fragmented - I remember being in a guest house. I also remember looking at an aerial view of a neighborhood and seeing main houses and their guest houses mapped out in a way that would distinguish which guest house went with what main house.

This dream was hilarious upon waking up.

It starts with a McDonald's commercial. Four people are sitting there talking about their first kiss. One of them stands up. "My first kiss wasn't a person; it was a thing." The words also appeared (with perfect grammar and spelling, might I add) on a yellow background, with 'person' and 'thing' in green, and the rest of them red. A young version of the guy is dared to kiss a wax sculpture of skinny Ben Franklin (honestly, he was really skinny. If he were alive, it would be considered unhealthy.), and he does. Ben's wax eyes dart about, worried(?). Employees laugh and give him a free meal.
Announcer: "kiss a wax statue at McDonald's and get a free meal!"

All of a sudden, there's pizza in the background.
A Little Caeser's Announcer: "you know, they never get their burgers to look or taste nearly as good as they do in commercials. I wouldn't even eat one for free! Especially the bread. That's why we never give out burgers. We keep our bread on the side or the bottom, and cook it thoroughly before it enters your mouth hole. Something about hot n' ready pizza too!(He literally said 'something about hot n' ready pizza too!')

Now the background is white.
Arby's announcer: "there's a certain pizza company, who will remain nameless, who claims to give you pizza 'Hot And Ready.' When you say my pizza will be hot AND ready, I expect it to be at least one of those things. But you know what? It never is. Arby's. We have the meats."

I wake up laughing and sort of confused. I wasn't at all hungry when I went to sleep, but these commercials were funny, and seem like things these food chains would actually do to 'bash' one another. It was hilarious.

I’m in front of my table and I see that my watch is on the table, then I take a look at my hand and my watch is on my hand. I said to myself that impossible, I only have one watch so that mean I’m dreaming. I push off my office wheel chair back and get up. I run downstairs and get in the kitchen, but I remember (in real life) that I lock the door to get out of the house. So as I know this is a dream I decide to go through the door, so I run and instead to go through it, I bum into the door and it opens. I’m now in the garden, I run and look back at my house, I said to myself that the house is so realistic, I climb the wall and stand on it, I look at my neighbors’s house and it looks so realistic, I can see the grass moving with the wing. When I try to get off the wall, a gate appears infront of me, I realize that there was no gate before I climb the wall, so that just prove me that this is really a dream. So I jump back into the garden and point at the gate while laughing at it by saying “you didn’t trick me”. After I say to myself I must do something instead of observing the dream, so I decide to take a motocross and drive it, but before I go to the garage, I see a dog walking on the road and then appears in the garden, I said to myself that is impossible that the dog could get in my garden, so this is the second error that my dream has made which proves me that this is a dream. After I woke up.

I am with some people, playing video games. My friend show me that I have a supernatural power to win at everything. I can't recall much. I recall there being news on the TV about King Rama VI giving up his throne. King Rama VI was already long dead IRL.

I have a false awakening. I have trouble opening my eyes but I place my hand on my cheek and is surprised to count six fingers. I pinch my nose and find that I can breath through it. I get up and try to pry open my eyes, to no avail. I wake up.

(copied and pasted from the forum topic I unintentionally posted in the Lounge)

Posted in a rush; just the basics here.

>Zelda like setting in a basement, chicks running around (I mean baby chickens) and eventually come to a Mickey Mouse like creature suspended above something which I help him/her away from

>Changes to a junkyard area and Fluttershy as a ten year old or so girl is there, attempting to sell things which I kindly buy. One stand has "NOT my dad's tools", one has cookies and lemonade and one has video game systems including Atari 2600 systems and I believe one of them is a system I modified even though thinking back it isn't.

>Geddy Lee in a building then out a building and there's a song from some female who may know him and it's about him being on the road, I recall simple one note for so many picking bass parts and her singing it and not much guitar

>Boomhauer from KotH somehow got my Dad's old beat up Caravan running as he was driving it, I asked him how and got an explanation.

10-12-16 Very long. Stabilized about 12 times. Starts with a bus ride in Hawaii. Went to a beach and saw people fishing. Interesting lures and odd things make me RC. Became lucid. The fish down in the water are very pretty and abundant. The waters are gorgeous. Eventually go flying down some city streets. Se a woman who is in a red dress. Land near her and control the DC like a puppet. I have her drop the top part her red dress,,, well you can imagine most. What I will say is that I really worked on the exact shape of breasts and so on to make it most appealing. The graphics were good and the sense of touch was pretty spot on. I had her (censored) and needed to stabilize 3 or 4 times to keep it going. Done with that I wandered the city. I found an area of walls and fences and could see the beach beyond. I spider-climbed the obstacles when a feeling makes me look and some silver serpent glowing with energy is coming out. A female voice says I must defeat him to move on. Sorry voice, my dream, going to the beach, keep your snaky thingy. I scaled the walls and found an opening quickly as I knew I would. More time at the beach, but it is evening and the fishermen are gone. Now it is more body surfers. I go into the waves, but basically I am walking on them. Later, I go flying into the city again. I have a small adventure with DCs of old friends that ends in a house. I gather 12 young women in the room and try to have an orgy with them (productive, but again must stabilize over and over). I have sampled 4 of the girls when I seem to be waking up. I am now waking on the couch with the ladies. One tells me she will take me to a bed where I can sleep, but that the next day I am in trouble because one girl was underage and someone turned me in. I tell her that I do not actually know any of them or recognize the house and am 99+% sure this is a dream. So no worries there. I notice weed joints tied under my shoe laces, but do not try to do anything with that. Well, back to the beach. Strange wall is in the way. I climb through with no snake showing up. Nothing note worthy went on after that just random lucid stuff. Eventually I would have needed a 12th or 13th stabilization, and just decided to let the dream end. After spanning say 3 REM periods together the mental effort can be too much. Dur~30 minutes

I'm having a hard time concentrating to lucid dream do to the fact i share my bed but more because I have fear.. 3 nights ago I dreamed I was able to get out of my body but I was not lucid, maybe it happened because I been thinking so much about it.

I'm in a factory looking area standing next to a wall in the dark. I have a thought about dreams and lucid dreams and suddenly realize I'm inside of a dream. I stare down to where the corridor follows along the wall and see the edge of the large room in the darkness. I appear to be in a factory building with little lighting and vaulted cielings at night time. I remind myself that I have total control and can simply fly up above the wall by thinking I can. I fly upward and grab on to the top of the wall to my right to look over. There is barbed wire, and I launch myself over the guarded wall into the next area of the factory. I descend upon a raised platform in the middle of the large room, and the dream begins to fade. I remind myself to hold attention as visuals begin slipping. I soon wake up.