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4 nights left in Feb and 7 LDs remain of my goal! Had a BTS victory this morning with the intention of LDing, and the subject of dreaming came up and I even did a RC but I was just showing off for my friends, not really suspecting, so I just went on with the dream.

Recall not great tonight, but some fun moments!

+ see hot neighbor woman from my window through their window, play frisbee with her and her husband in their yard, frisbee goes on their roof and they're off to play tennis so I go home, and there's an odd gasoline dispenser in my garage that won't stand up straight and there's some strange guy on it

+ sitting on some (boat?) vehicle or airport seating area with my two sons when a girl comes up and gives something to each of us which we don't want. She sits down to our right (sons are to my right), a narrator says that she must sleep with us (as is sleeping). Girl says "oh I won't sleep with *them*" meaning my sons, "but I'll sleep with *him*" meaning me. I feel a little zing from this.

+ in a yard outside I'm sitting at a table and I unzip my jeans for some fun time, but I hear someone on the edge of the area clear their through "hem hem" and I freeze, there's a girl there reading something. I don't want to zip up my pants because the gesture will be easily seen and they'll know I had previously unzipped. I stand up and try to find a place to zip up but can't, and go back to my seat still unzipped. Girl comes over and sits next to me at my table, says "I didn't want those guys looking over me" (there were 3 guys standing behind where she was).

It turns out she is a student of (information warfare?, the art of convincing people to do things for the government?). She talks animatedly about her studies in some detail and I'm very interested. She has a thick pile of books and I glance at the titles along the spines. She is thin, and has some (in an adorable way) not perfectly straight teeth, and has deep brown eyes.

After some while of speaking with her, I get bold and place my hand on her thin thigh (she's wearing jeans) and mention something like "it's time we got down to business"?

Then we're having sex, I want to change positions, and as we do, she disappears, she's replaced by a magazine (comic-like) of many pictures of her, I think somehow if I can get her to reappear from this comic. I head upstairs, (it's now my childhood home), I notice a door off the side of the stairway to an attic area [false, no such door] is slightly open and the light from inside rims the door frame, I think my mom is in there looking for something.

+ Next scene: I'm sitting on some torture/interrogation chair, and some bad guy is pacing behind me, I place my fists up tightly under my chin so he can't put a strangling cord around my neck. There is a girl in the scene and I manage to convince her to come sit on my lap (and I pull down her pants?)

+ (f) pool, swimming laps, going faster than someone to beat them to the edge

+ I'm in my house and there are several people there taking showers. Some women are toweling their hair on the other side of a barrier and I walk around it to check them out. They're all wearing disposable robes and shower caps it turns out. There is a tennis shoe that I pick up and look at closely, it is white and clean except for the tip, it's not my shoe though. I head out to go take a shower, and people tell me that towels (green ones) are folded on the table by the doorway, I see them, but I already know this because it's my house!

+ (f) see my reflection, I'm starting to look hot with all the exercise I'm doing, women in shower checking me out.

+ joking around outside with friends. I say "hey I'll check to see if we're dreaming, ha ha (I think, obviously we're not), how can I do that? I'll show you, <nose pinch> (I think I can't breathe, but not sure), I slap myself a few times jokinging, "hah, see, told you!" and then we clear out of the road so the procession can come by. Hitler is giving a speech across the street and we want to go listen.

First dream

I was inside a bus, my father was driving it for some reason. We were driving through a city, picking up people on the way. I was taking different seats all the time, sitting with different people. In the end there was only me and my father inside it, driving through fields with a plow plugged to the bus.

Second dream

I was in a bus (again). It was a school trip to a nuclear power plant. Everyone was arguing all the time, and I was thinking if that trip would be successful. We left the bus and had to follow a road. I recalled this place from previous dreams, and knew where we had to go. I took the lead and we went to buy some tickets. Someone asked where is our destination, I said that I'm not sure, but I knew where the lakes are. We entered a building and went high up stairs. I had troubles walking up these stairs for some reason. Everyone was arguing. (This is where voices from TV turned on nearby added up, and story changed from school trip to student and teacher arguing about a dress that she has bought). I fallen down the stairs, and went outside. My father was waiting there. I said that we have to wait, the trip might not be successful.

I had a dream last night that I partly remembered..!

I was on a bus, going somewhere.. I'm not sure where, and a guy, who looked about my age sat down next to me. He got really close. Then he whispered words in my ear; "Are you taken, because if you are I can't touch you.." For some reason I said I wasn't, and he began to touch me with his hands.

When I woke up, I didn't realise why I told him the truth, knowing what that guy was going to do..!

2.23.16 Tuesday
Yesterday third night of midnight shift.

Can't really sleep, bed at 5pm - 10:30

DR 1:
I'm waiting at the dentist. She announces through a PA system, that she will work an extra hour for more profits and I hear 2 names of patients she will take. Somebody declines or something so it's my turn. But then she says she is getting a headache, lol, so I will go back the next day.

DR 2:
I'm following someone through some dirt path in the fields to see where the end up.

DR 3:
My brother is visiting so we wanna go to eat out. We are in some smallish elongated town on the edge of something to the south. I grab a turist brochure and show him restaurants marked with stars for ratings.

DR 4:
I'm in a room that has huge glass windows on at least 3 sides. I'm sitting and kinda meditating, while looking at the yard in the back of the house, or at least trying to have a quiet moment. This is not my house, not sure why I'm there.

I look to my right at a distant scenery of fields and small towns. I point out some very low hanging dark clouds that are touching the ground and it looks like it's raining over there and very windy. Suddenly there is a huuuge gust of wind and everything is moving. The huge metal electric towers are swaying, trees going back and forth, cars on the highway in front of the house are moving left and right.

My mom opens the front door all worried and even before she says 'tornado", I see the fully formed skinny funnel. I grab my socks and shoes and start putting them on, when someone says it's about 3 miles/km away and we are ok, and should go inside.

Back inside, I see "stuff" flying in the air. Huge chunks of debris. There is a porous building block bouncing off the road and a piece of the wall size of a WV Beetle flies by the window. I say we should go to the upper floor to find a room without glass, but I realize if something like that hits us, it will obliterate the whole house.

1) At a London Tube station. I need a travel card. Someone tells me the exact price £2.30. The ticket machine is located at the far side of the station on the other side of a gap so I have to lean across the gap to ge to the machine. I drop some of my change down the gap. I have to scramble down the gap to get the change but it's a narrow gap so it takes some effort. When I get down to the level below there is another ticket machine but for some reason I can't use it. I find my change buit it's only 5p and realise that I had enough anyway. I climb back up. Now a car has parked in front of the ticket machine, then a lorry pulls up and double parks. I have to climb over them. I'm not sure if I ever actually got the ticket.

2) I'm in my local town in a shop, not sure why I'm there. I notice some of the receptionists from work working in it and think of course this is my local town, why shouldn't they be working here as well? I walk over the road and into a Chinese Restaurant. I notice a very large table with a lot of people at it and recognise a few of them then realise it's all my work colleagues and it's our night out. A group photo is being taken so I find my place at the table. I'm a bit disappointed about who I am sat next too they are a bit boring. I notice that all the other tables in the restaurant have been cleared away and we are the only people there. Everything shifts and suddenly I'm at a table with only about 6 other people and the rest of the restaurant is full of people at tables I watch them all eating. I ask what just happened and everyone seems unaware as if nothing has happened. A waiter comes over and tells us that we need to go downstairs to get pudding as it's self service. I set off downstairs through a maze of corridors and doors. All the good food has already gone I spend a long time looking around at what is left and eventually decide the only option is sponge and custard, the custard is in large jugs covered with a layer of warm water, I laddle some out it's very lumpy.
I'm at Hampstead Heath it's daytime and I talk to someone then I walking barefot back towards the road avoiding the sharp thistles in the ground. I reach the top of the hill in Hampstead and it's night and I'm on my way home from the work party I realise that I'm lost and my phone isn't working I decide to put a wire from where I am to the Royal Free Hospital the I will know where I am. I start nailing the wire to a wall. Then other people appear and it's a police investigation, the wall becomes the outside of someone's house, the officer knocks on his door, TV cameras are everywhere. Someone opens the door and is wearing a suit, there are mumbles from the press behind me about why he is wearing a suit and he must be guilty. The officer asks him to explain what he is wearing as it is most unusual. He makes a very clever comment about pop groups wearing suits and everyone laughs and I think how clever he is. Next we are all writing down hundreds of names of pop groups, I ask the person next to me why we are doing this in the middle of an important police investigation, he tells me it's fun and I feel like a complete killjoy.

Ritual: Went to bed around 2am. Woke at 5:45 and fed the cat. Returned to bed and set vibrating alarm, attached to wrist. Interval was 30 minutes, set at 5:55am. Last time I used this device I completely slept through several vibration cycles (it was at the lowest setting), so I turned the intensity up slightly. The first time it went off I remembered to lay still, but could feel that I had already lost dreamstate. The second time it went off, my mind felt fully awake but I felt like I might still be integrated with my dream body. I tested movement cautiously and sure enough, I could swing my arms freely, unconstrained by the covers that I knew lay over them in WL. There were still a few moments when I couldn't quite be sure if I was engaging dream muscles or real ones, so in order to avoid sending the wrong signals, I started spinning and sliding my whole body until I felt like I was lying the wrong way in the bed. I didn't feel like I could safely engage my legs yet, so remaining on my back (though in WL I was sleeping on my left side), I slid across the bed and off the other side until I dropped gently to the floor. The cat was lying on me in WL (confirmed when I woke up afterward) and the sensation of warmth and weight bled through into the dreamstate, so it felt very odd and amusing to have this remain constant even while my self-perception of where I was in relation to the room and the bed was changing. I took care to note this WL sensation cautiously and with a certain mental distance, lest it startle me awake. The sensation faded naturally as I now "stood up" and walked through the house.

EILD: I walk straight into the living room, which was dark, and stop to figure out what I should do. Although I have been trying to remember a few personal tasks, somehow it is easier to recall the TOTYs, so I figure I'll attempt another of those to start with. Most of them seem better suited to the outdoors, so I exit the kitchen patio door.

My initial thought is to look for a circle of fairy mushrooms. My cement back patio is unusually life-like this time, so I cross it until I reach the fence that borders the property. In WL this is a low wall of beige-painted cinderblocks; in the dream it is a chain-link fence several feet taller than I am. With the lightness and agility of my dream body, I easily climb over it and drop down. In WL the ground slopes steeply downward here; for some reason in dreams, it is typically a steep hill going up.

I start looking for fairy mushrooms among the trees, but notice a large area where the soil looks loose and disturbed, as if recently planted with the flowers that cover the expanse at regular intervals. The blossoms are very simple in structure, a small disk encircled by six delicate purple petals. I realize that I am unlikely to find a fairy circle in ground so recently landscaped, so I decide to pursue the gnome task instead. There are trees all around, but most look young, their trunks only a few inches in diameter. I look around for the biggest tree I can find, and approach one that is over two feet in diameter, conjoined with two similarly-sized trunks to make a row of three. I can't tell if they are three trunks from the same tree, or multiple trees that grew up in close proximity.

The earth is still bare and loose here, recently tilled, so it is easy to dig my arms in and start casting it aside. I alternately cast the soil I'm displacing to the left and right and back between my legs. It is much easier to dig than it would be in WL, but it is still too slow and tedious to form a hole of the depth and dimensions I need, so I decide that I need a new strategy. If there are tunnels down there, there shouldn't be any need to displace the soil outside the hole—I should be able to drill straight through. I leave my hands in the earth and focus on pushing the soil inward. As a hole begins to form, I step in and will it to widen, so that I won't feel claustrophobic. When it is a few inches wider than my shoulders on either side, I take the plunge, willing the earth beneath my feet to drop into the tunnels and carry me along with it.

I find myself in a network of spacious square hallways, about seven feet tall and wide. They are dimly lit by what seems to be electric light, though I don't investigate the source. There is nothing natural or even rustic about these tunnels—they might easily be the basement corridors of some ordinary building. I look around for evidence that they are the gnome tunnels that I am seeking, and find that the most distinctive thing about the space is the graffiti scrawled here and there on the walls. It is not high-end arty spray-painted graffiti, just ordinary lettering written in what looks like thick black marker. I step closer to one example and find it at once legible and unexpectedly funny: "Hobbits are HUGE!" It does sound like the sort of thing a gnome might write, so it gives me confidence that I've landed in the right place after all.

I continue down the corridor, looking for more memorable examples of graffiti. The next piece that catches my attention says "SpiritLA." Something about the way it is written makes me think that this is a Los Angeles-based sports team that the gnomes apparently favor. A few steps further on, and I finally encounter the gnomes themselves, about six of them congregating in a junction where several corridors meet. There is also a sort of wire gate that appears to lead into a larger open space, though it is too dark to discern any details. Despite what the graffiti said about hobbits, these figures are pretty huge themselves, coming up almost to my shoulder, so I peer closely at their faces for evidence that they are in fact the gnomes that I seek. I am reassured by their features, which have distinctively rounded, gnomish features.

"Hello," I say, curious how they will respond to my intrusion. "Hello!" they reply cheerfully, completely at ease. I have been voicing my observations (like the examples of graffiti) aloud in order to assist my recall later, so as I take note of the appearance of the gnomes nearest me, I make a vocal shorthand description of their characteristics.

"Blonde, bangs, white dojo," I comment about the first gnome to approach me. She is a female wearing a gi (the garment used in karate practice), and though I know perfectly well what a gi is called in waking life, dream logic substitutes "dojo" instead. Her hair is long and straight, of a golden blonde color. Her gi is bound with a plain white belt. She smiles amiably.

Another female gnome is standing to my right, so I note her appearance in turn, remembering that the task specifies interacting with two of them. "Pink padded blouse and white skirt, knee-length" I say, but even at the time I realize "padded" might not be the right word. "Quilted" would probably be more accurate, since it looks like there is only a very thin layer of batting under the decorative overstitching, done with curving and intersecting lines spaced about half an inch apart. I note that the skirt has the same kind of decorative stitching over thicker cloth, with no apparent batting inside, as the stitches lay flat. "Light hair, long—no, shoulder-length," I continue, noting that her hair is exceptionally pale, almost white, and delicately textured. The way it falls reminds me of how hair was "feathered" in late '70s/early '80s hairstyles. The faces of both females look ageless, neither young nor old. Neither seems disconcerted by my weird mutterings, they both just look at me with calm curiosity.

Although I was able to make very detailed observations on the appearance of both, at this point I felt myself begin waking up and could not reverse the process. The EILD allowed me to time the dream precisely: it went off at 6:55 and I awoke at 7:04, so it only lasted nine minutes in all. Subjectively, it also felt very brief.

D1 - fringle the magician is making magic, his old friend mouse-fringle makes magic on the same wavelength causing a overlapping of waves of energy, enveloping all.
Someone is bending to get through a white doorway.
D2 - Staying on holiday in italy, trapsing through the streets, as staying away from the centre means the food is lousey.
Everyone we meet is planning on moving as we head through the busy streets. Nice houses but we are quite lost if we venture further, but we are drawn despite the danger.
D3 - ?
Feelings of acceptance and non-resistance on coming out of third dream.
By the time I came out of the third dream, i had strong feelings of acceptance and non-resistance, to everything.
The dream and me were one entity, on waking the world and me were one entity.
I now experienced what it meant to say that lightning and a drop of rain were one. All was the same essence. All me.

I hope you can understand my feeling, my sensation at the time.
The feeling you get when you get to slip back and the duvet for some extra sleep but without the exited emotion about the extra sleep and without the worried emotion about having to eventually get up. Just a lovely syrupy feeling like the world is one big glob of golden honey.

People were talking on the radio, all I heard was words, people talking talking they didn't realise that it didn't matter what they said it was just sounds, They had talked yesterday and everyday of their lives, they're was no resolution to be had through words, they just generated more, like thinking just making more thoughts. Just a noise going on forever, talking was fine but not nonsensical talking.

Anyway the feeling enveloped me further, and I was in a kind of beautiful daze as I had a shave, my mind was clear.
In the shower I felt a breeze, as it was a chilly morning, the wind felt like it was a part of me. The water that rained down on me was also part of me.
It was wonderful, but such a calm warm feeling. Just a constant emotion, if it could be called that, unbroken.
Then thoughts tried to make ther way into my mind, my ego was returning, as soon as I started to fear this feeling would depart.
So I experienced first hand that the ego is generated by fear.

On the street, I decide to tk around 10 cars at the same time. I reflect how obvious this is compared to my real life RCs. The cars levitate in the air, then slowly move higher towards the night sky. I recall the basic totm and look at the sky seeing tons of stars. But wait, these are not stars, these are the headlights of hundreds of cars that are being lifted and controlled by my thoughts. Hundreds of stars headlights gently moving around. I enjoy the view for a while then decide to go for some element bending, starting with metal bending the nearest fence.

-I'm at my parent's house, and my mother asks me if I've seen the things floating above our house. I go out back, and the sky is filled with very dark clouds. The kind of darkness of a dream which isn't yet fully formed. I can't see shit. I look for a few minutes, then go back in. My mother mentions it again, and this time I look out the side windows, still seeing nothing. Then my brother shows up, and she mentions it to him. My brother and I go out into the front yard, and I still see nothing but dark clouds. I lay down on my back in the grass, determined to stare up for awhile, but the darkness increases and I can see even less.

-At home, and I'm worried about a small motorbike I apparently own. My car either folds up into this tiny bike, or it drives out of the car, I can't really remember. I look out back in all the snow, worried it's small enough for someone to pick up and steal.

-In a room with my mother and uncle mike, who begins asking about old computers he can have. My mother points him to a closet, and he starts loading things into a laundry basket. He puts in what looks like the old tape drive from a Vic20 computer, but when I look closer, it's a small cassette player which is badly broken.

+ a small girl wants me to move her to another bed, it appears a small boy is bothering her in her bed. I take her to my parent's bedroom in my childhood home. The bed's been lifted up and there is clothing strewn around the room, the bed may be put back down later. I look for sheets to place on the carpet to make up a bed for her.

+ (f) basketball, trying and eventually get a good jump and make a successful dunk. Try again and can't dunk again.

+ (f) rabbits. Strange odd rabbits, and going into a store and doing something with them.

+ riding lying back on a bicycle with a girl on top of me and I have fingers in interesting places, I have her boob in my mouth and she says "oooh, you've never kissed me like that before!". I'm getting shy since people in cars are looking and I try to move the girl around and block her privates with my hands from onlookers.

We arrive at a building and go in and I wonder where we're going to park/lock our bikes.

We're in a room and there is a middle-aged man there and these chairs with spring-loaded seats that start high (so that homeless won't sleep on them), and you push them down, and then it springs back up quickly like a toaster, throwing you forwards and up into the air.

We're then walking back down the stairs towards the bike, (rest forgotten)

+ I'm in a basement. I'm barefoot, and I'm trying to avoid stepping on anything sharp or nasty by blowing on the ground in front of me to sweep away anything I might step on. I come upon some construction materials and tools, hammers and nails on the ground, and I think these should be cleaned up but keep going. I notice that I can see windows that reveal the ground level about 6 feet above the floor of the basement, there is a path along the house there.

Along the wall of the basement, I see roots of plants growing extending down into the basement. I see along the wall 90 degrees from the root wall a bunch of small bright green houseplants in pots. I see a bright green frog emerge from one of these and say something like "hello, frog!".

The roots I'm looking at now are very thick, and run vertically and horizontally along the wall, they're the trunk of a tree in the garden. It's a very rare tree. I'm looking up at the canopy (only about 10 feet high), it's a bright, beautiful site.

This last dream was very vivid and present (VnP).

I did a WBTB and had the longest LD I've had in a couple of months.

Lucid Dream:

I was in what was supposed to be my bedroom. I had been trying to do a WBTB but had been interrupted. Someone had woken me up and made me come out of my room. I was feeling a little grouchy. I really wanted to be able to go back to sleep so I could have a lucid dream. It had been a while since I had been so busy, and I thought that this morning would be the perfect time. I walked back into my room. My twin bed was in the middle of a very small room. There were two doors to the right of the bed. One of the doors (the one that I had walked through) was a sliding door that was grey in color. The rest of the room was light blue in color. There was another door near the foot of the bed, also on the right side that was a normal door that was painted white.

I walked around my bed toward the window on the other side of the room. I could see through the sheer curtains that it was already light outside. Quite light. It would be way to late to try to go back to bed now. I felt frustrated.

I looked down at my right hand. I saw that my ring finger was very short and stubby. It was also fat--more like a thumb than a finger. I wiggled my fingers and saw that it bent more to the side than straight over like the other fingers. What a weird ugly hand I had. Why couldn't I be normal like everybody else?

Another girl suddenly came into my room. I don't remember who it was, but my dream self seemed to be comfortable with her in my room. I showed her my hand, wanting sympathy. Her response was to hold up her own hand. She had a pinky finger that was almost exactly like my ring finger. It was also super short and fat.

HEY!

I know what this means. Duh. Why did that take me so long to recognize that I was dreaming??

But that doesn't matter. I'm lucid now. I need to do some Tasks of the Month. Aaaa....what were they again??? Oh yeah. Look at the sky and hand Obama a baby. And something else, but I can't remember. Well, I'll just start with those two and maybe the others will come to me. Where could I find Obama? No--look at the sky first--that's the easy one. Get that one checked off and then work on the harder one.

So I ran over to the window again. I pulled back the sheer curtains and saw that the sky was a beautiful dark blue with layers of white clouds on the horizon. It was completely normal. But that was okay, it didn't have to be weird or anything to be counted. Okay, not bad. I had one task down. Now on to another.

[There is a transition here and a missing piece that I no longer remember.]

I was in a car with a little girl and her mom. Something had gone on with me and the girl. I think we must have been talking about lucid dreaming. Her mom didn't seem to happy with it. I had been telling the girl to look at the sky so she could do the Task too. The mom didn't want her girl to try to do any "Task". I then made eye contact with the girl and motioned for her to do the "finger through palm" Reality Check for her mom, so her mom would understand that we were lucid dreaming and this was all okay.

I watched as the girl told her mom to look at her hand. She placed her finger on her palm and slowly pushed it though. The mom's eyes got big as the finger slowly came out the back side. I smiled and shugged my shoulders a little when the mom looked back at me.

[Another transition and missing time here.]

I was now flying over a beach. I looked out over the water and could see some very large waves coming in. I saw a crowd standing on the shore. I flew to them and warned them about the waves. I told them that since this was a lucid dream that they all had the power to fly away. I showed them how I was flying and how it was possible. I then grabbed the hands of two young girls and started flying. I didn't wait and see if anyone else flew away too.

The girls were a bit heavy. I told them that they could help us fly better. I told them to kick their legs like they were swimming. And so they did, and at that point we flew so much faster and higher.

We flew for a while and I noticed that I was now in a building. I wanted to do something else. I saw a woman below me that I knew was the girls' mother. I landed and let go of the girls and immediately started flying again. I tried to think of something to so. I saw a guy below me. I wondered if I should kiss him. But as soon as I got close he said very firmly, "No--You won't be kissing me!" Wow, that had never happened before. Usually Dream Characters like me to kiss them--or are at least indifferent. Alright then, fine--I don't want to kiss anybody that doesn't want to be kissed. I would find something else to do.

I flew into another room. There was a younger teenage boy in the room listening to an I-pod. He was too young to kiss. But I realized that his I-pod could give me the opportunity to do another task I had wanted to do. I wanted to listen to a new song from my favorite band Angels and Airwaves--something that they hadn't written yet--something that my mind made up that would sound like them.

I asked the boy to share his I-pod with me for a few minutes. He was okay with that. The boy's mom was then there by him and asked if I was going to play love songs. I could tell that she would not be happy unless I was playing love songs. I told her that Angels and Airwaves had quite a few songs that could be considered love songs. I then started to sing the song Breathe by them: "Don't you know, that I love you..." See, that was a love song. And then suddenly Daniel was behind me and started to sing the words to "True Love" by them. Yes, thank you Daniel for supporting me.

We had them convinced. I looked at ithe I-pod and decided that the best thing to do this was to just expect the song to be there and to push play. But like most devices in dreams it was super confusing.

I couldn't tell how to make it work. I finally got it to play music, but it didn't sound like Angels and Airwaves at all. How disappointing. This would be the third time I had tried this goal and failed. I tired several more times and had no luck. Why was this goal so difficult for me?

I noticed that we weren't alone in the room anymore. A group of saxophone players had come in to the room. Their jazz band was starting to play music of their own. I tried to ask if they would stop while I tried one more time. But they continued to play.

Well, I at least got music. Just not the music I had wanted.


[There is another transition here.]

I was back a the beach. I knew I needed to get on with the Task of finding Obama so I could hand him a baby. As I flew over the people on the shore I scanned it for our president. But a young beautiful black woman held up her arms and waved me down. I knew she wanted to go flying with me. I flew down and grabbed her arm and together we flew back up into the air. I decided to ask for her help. Sometimes dream characters can be very helpful.

I told her I was trying to find President Obama. Did she know where I could find him. She said yes, she could help me. She pointed down to the shore. Below us I saw an older black man who was dressed in a dark suit. He stood out from all the others on the beach who were wearing swim suits. He was not Obama but looked to be a security guard of some sort.

We landed next to him and the girl started talking to him. She obviously knew this man. She told him that I needed to meet Obama so I could complete my Task. He looked at me with a little bit of a skeptical look. But the girl told him that this was my dream. That's why we had been flying. This would be okay. Could he please help me.

The security guard softened a bit at that point. He told me he wasn't supposed to do this, but he handed me his phone and said I could call the president. I looked at the phone. I had no idea how to use it. I handed it back and asked for help. The man pushed a few buttons and soon the phone was ringing. He handed it back to me.

"Hello?" President Obama answered. Gulp. What do I say? But I just spit it all out-- I was trying to complete my Task of the Month and I really needed to meet him so I could hand him a baby. He paused and then told me he was in the middle of eating a pizza. I told him I really needed him to do this. Again, he said he was busy--that he had other things to do that were way more important.

At this point I decided to lie. I told him that this Task was extremely important to do as well. That if he didn't do this something horrible would happen to the world. This was actually a life and death situation.

He then sounded like he would consider meeting me.

But at that point I woke up.

I had two immediate thoughts; I was so disappointed that I hadn't finished that Task. I also had a huge wave of panic as I realized that I had come to the end of an extemely long lucid dram and I wasn't sure I could remember all of it. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing down key words:

Room, Hand, Girl

Sky

Car, Girl, Mom, Finger thru Palm

Etc

I finished my list. Phew. I was happy that I had remembered most of what happened apart from a few transitions.

And then I woke up. For real.

There was no list. Aaa, I would have to do it again. But I realized that it came pretty easy this time because I had written it all out in my dream. That wasn't the first time I had done this.

23/2/16:
When I woke up I recalled 1 full dream and a fragment, however I forgot to write any of it down when I woke up and so it has drained out of my brain now and I can't remember it :/

I was in a zen garden type area. There were several trees in the area and it was nighttime. I remember the trees were one of three types. There were willow-like trees with long hanging leaves. There were pink flowering sakura cherry blossom trees, and there were palm or fern like trees. I remember the pink trees were shedding their blossoms (that were more like small pink roses) everywhere.

I wanted to fly as to not hurt any of them and I started hovering. I remembered my orange flames being exceptionally vibrant in the night and lighting up the area around me. I remember looking up at the sky. The night sky was unusually boring, mostly just an even distribution of small white stars.

Manei appeared, standing in a gazebo. I went over and landed next to her. She looked up and told me that the night sky was beautiful. I guess in a strange way it was, even with its simplicity. (Though honestly, It wasn’t nearly as beautiful as the usual night sky with 8 moons and 12 saturns…)

She ended up getting me into this canoe that she started rowing. We went through a cave or tunnel and came out the other end. The cave had some glowing crystals and/or fireflies in it but I can’t remember them too well. When we came out the other end, I noticed that it was daytime. I also saw that we were about to go over a waterfall. We got out and swam to shore (a ledge in the cave before the cliff.) and left the canoe.

I remember looking out at the view that was pretty impressive. There was a bay or Fjord that we were at the end of. The water let down into a huge circular man-made lake with a circular structure all around it. It just looked like the hoover dam continued around in a giant circle. There were also some small buildings along the side of this structure and along roads running up the side of the mountains.

Clear as day, few clouds though.

I think the rescue scene repeated three times because Manei didn’t like how it went the first couple of times. I said that she should rescue me instead but she didn’t like that idea.

I’m beginning to question who’s delusional fantasy of romance my dreams are actually centered on, because It’s certainly not mine.

I woke up around here.

Semi Lucid interlude bit. I was in a similar location to the one I had viewed previously. Some kinda beach area with large rock pillars protruding from the water. It was something a little bit like sea world or something, only for kids (about the 12ish crowd). I feel like they had some kind of underwater haunted house and I was wondering how that sort of attraction would work. But they also had different pools of water where you could see animals like stingrays and jellyfish. I remember I was with some people who were not really my family.

They covered me in this spray or oil stuff like sunscreen that made me a female. (I don’t know how that works.) Then they put me in a ‘Slave Leia’ costume and started taking pictures of me. And when I say that I was semi lucid, I was only semi lucid enough to the point where I could recognize that this wasn’t real and just couldn’t give a crap about the situation.

…

The next thing that I remember was walking up to the front of a large house. I felt like I was in my own subdivision, but the house was much bigger than anything on our development. I just walked inside and when I did, a big black dog walked over to me.

Now when I say big black dog, I mean like six or seven feet tall. I did a nose pincher and yep, dreaming. So I got nothing to be scared of. I said 'Hello' and was completely unsurprised when the dog actually started talking back. We started a conversation and sat down on the couch. His house slowly morphed to My grandparents’ house to where we were sitting on the couch in their two-story room. I don’t think we traded names, but for now, I’ll call him boomer, because I remember he had this characteristic booming voice.

He said that he was my second dream guide. He said that he liked to play games. All kinds of games, ball games, video games, drawing games. But he doesn’t like being treated like a dog even though he is one. He is a human in a dog’s body and if someone so much as teases him by throwing a stick and saying ‘fetch’ it makes him really mad. Overall, he seemed like a nice guy and I could understand why one wouldn’t want a certain brand of teasing directed their way. Eventually our conversation blurred out and we started to lose contact. The last thing I remember saying to him was that I liked his voice and he gave me a funny (kind of irritated) look.

I then remember the dream momentarily re-stabilized. Same room and all, but now Boomer was gone and. Manei was laying on top of me on the couch.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“No.”

Well it is for me.

Apparently she didn’t take the hint because she didn’t get off me and I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything else.

The dream blurred to under my desk, where I think I was trying to plug in my computer. It was disgusting. There were food crumbs and the likes under there along with lots of dust bunnies along the back wall where the vacuum couldn’t manage. I woke up not long after.

I got up because I couldn't sleep, and I went out to the balcony. I was several stories up, and the balcony looked out over a grassy lawn, on the far side of which lights twinkled from the windows of other apartment buildings. To my left, I could see more lights from the night skyline of the city.

I was surprised at how dark the sky still was, though full of brilliant stars. Wasn't it almost morning? I remembered that I had gotten up for a while and didn't go back to bed until the sky was starting to lighten. (That part was true.) Shouldn't the sun be rising by now? For some reason I felt strangely tempted to jump off the balcony to see if I could fly, which made me wonder if I might actually be dreaming. But I realized that would be a terrible test, because if I was wrong, well...

I didn't think it could be possible that I was dreaming, because I was sure that ever since I had gone back to bed, I had lain there unable to sleep. How could I be dreaming if I hadn't gone to sleep first? I'd better do a test anyway, just to be sure. I reached out my left hand and tried to invoke a ball of glowing white light in the air above it. Nothing happened. Oh well, I must be awake after all... was my last thought before I woke up. In retrospect, it was a terrible choice of RC, but the only one that occurred to me at the time.

Waking up was confusing at first—hadn't I just been suffering from insomnia? But if I had been dreaming all along (and only now did I notice the profound discrepancies with WL: that I have no such balcony, and moreover live in a completely different kind of building with a completely different kind of view), then I must have been asleep the whole time, only dreaming of insomnia.

I was at the road surrounded by fields of wheat. I was there with the black dudes, we were stopping any car that would drive there and take money from them. It was a really hot afternoon. Received money we spent in an exclusive hotel. There was a huge swimming pool.