Thread: Dreamscaper's first Dream Journal

Well, while my recall hasn't been up to par lately, I'm apparantly compensating with multiple dreams. I had 2 that I could recall last night.

Warning: Dreams can be weird.
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Dream one:
OK, in this one, there were 3 characters: Eb from Green Acres, Opie from The Andy Griffith Show, and some female character whom I don't recall well enough, though I could have told you then the char name and show, heh. Anyway, I apparantly watch way too much TVLand. <img src="http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/style_emoticons/default/wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle"/>
Oh, by the way, I kept switching perspectives among Eb, Opie, and 3rd person spectator.
So, it somehow got into everyone's minds that it would be amusing to make everyone in &lt;local small town&gt; think that there were extraterrestrials abducting everyone and replacing them with "pod people" duplicates. We somehow ended up driving up to a small bit of suburb that was structured like a trailor park (though all of the houses were, indeed, traditional houses). After various sneakings around and causing disturbances, we eventually decided to call it quits, and I woke up for no apparant reason while we headed back to the car.
Well, maybe I woke up because I had gone to sleep around 2300-2330 the previous night, and it was then (I was doing a RC in case of false awakening, 'cause I still felt half-asleep) 0659.
Of course, I was tired, so I fell right back to sleep...
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Dream two:
In the earliest part that I can remember, I was at my old high school, with my principle (sp?) making an announcement...something to the effect that everyone had acquired some kind of (plant) seed. For some reason (probably the fact that I was in a dream), I wasn't totally suspicious of the scenario. Lengthy explanations of brief thought processes aside, I ended up just being angry and going to try to get a seed of my own.
However, I ended up getting lost (and, when eventually I did awaken, I realized that the high school in my dream had a completely different layout from that in RL), and wandering outside to the (newly (as-of-dream) restructured) parking lot. Now, it was winter, snowing, and really dark with thick cloud cover. I ended up seeing my mom's car, though I ignored it and kept going, intending to return to it when I had completed my mission; for some reason, I was compelled to go to this small building (a little bigger than your typical summertime ice cream stand) across the way.
When I got there (and the area in there was so comfortable that the employees were not dressed against the cold, despite the fact that the doorway was simply a rectangular hole in the wall, leading (after a left turn) into a corridor that had various stands where food could be obtained), I found myself asking those at what amounted to an orange soda stand about the seeds. While I couldn't get any info on the seeds, I observed some dark things floating in the orange soda units. I picked up a filled paper cup out of a stack of three (they were in each other, as one might stack empty paper cups). When I picked up the top (full) one, I could see that the one below it was also full of orange soda. Upon removal of the upper cup, the black floating thingy bobbed up, as though it was being previously held down by the cup above it.
Anyhoo, I squeezed the paper cup, hoping to force up what I could now percieve to be some sort of vague figurine (though why I didn't just reach in and grab it, I can't recall). Unfortunately, when I squeezed the sides in, I found that the fluid level increased to the brim before I could even get a hold of the figurine, and I didn't want to spill. However, pertaining to the figurine, I had enough info to tell whom the figures represented, though I can't remember now that I'm awake.
Once I was done with that cup, I found myself putting it back into the other (full) cup. As I was dreaming, it didn't strike me as at all odd that the top cup went in all the way, without a drop of orange soda spilling over from the bottom one.
By the way, before I forget to mention it, this building did not exist, in any way, shape, or form, in my RL old high school.
I was about to continue on past this stand (which was the first one as I entered the building) (I hadn't yet decided whether to go to another stand, or to head back to the main building), when my alarm went off, waking me up.
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Well, those are my dreams. Sometimes, I just have to be glad that concious reality isn't this way. Of course, other times, I just have to wish that it was.

Lucid dreams!

OK, well, I had this dream last night (so during the morning hours of yesterday; I'm posting at 0130 now), but I've been busy, and haven't been able to jot it down until now, so the details will be vague at best.

First of all, I shall present a description of a rather odd occurence during the dream, and, while I know that it was incorporated into the dream that I am about to describe, I have no idea when, where, or how.
So, anyway, there was this apple. From the outside, before biting into it, it looked like an ordinary apple. While biting into it, the direct force on the teeth was about the consistency of apple (i.e., somewhat hard and crunchy). Actually, it sounded like an apple while biting into it, too. However, it tasted much better than an apple (though it still tasted like apple, at least to an extent). However, if one were to look at the bite, the innards would look like a reddish version of some kind of cake or bread. However, the consistency in my mouth was some kind of mix between stale bread and fresh cake (though it was still delicious). Unfortunately, it made me thirsty.

Anyhoo, from what I can remember from my dream, my family was as it is, except that I had an extra sister, in the form of Lisa Simpson. Oh, yeah, and the queen of England was whoever whe was before instead of whoever she is now, if she is now, or something. I don't follow European politics, and I really had no idea in my dream, either, except that it was important that I drive my parents and new sibling to the airport. Oh, right, I apparantly had my license in the dream, too.

The earliest that I recall, we were at the airport. I was in the driver's seat, with my "sister" in the passenger's seat, my dad in the back right, and my mom in the back left. The parking lot was on some rolling hills, though I didn't look to my left, so I couldn't tell you how large it was in total. I was looking to my right, at the two very large, very tall buildings. They were light baige (sp?). I never did end up finding out the purpose of the closer one. I think that it was the one to the south, though I have no guarantee of compass direction.

So, something happened that caused us to all exit the car, and my parents went away for a bit (in all likelihood related to why we stopped), and it somehow got into my head (or at least my "dream-self"'s head) that it would be OK for Lisa to drive the car a little bit. It was legal, for we were on private property. Well, it somehow got into herhead to just go and drive off (toward the second ("northern") building (were were parked in front of the first)), and at about that time I found my parents behind me again.

We pursued her into the second building, and began climbing the stairs. In the dream, I noticed that each floor was quite identical to the one before it. Unfortunately, I don't remember how they were laid out. However, we stopped climbing the stairs when I (in the lead) noticed that the floor that we entered (through a door, by the way, just like with the previous ones) was different. I'll try to describe it as best I can.
The area containing the door, and, behind it (as leaving it, up), the door to the next flight of stairs, was about twice as wide as the doorways themselves demanded, yielding something of a hallway's width on the right (right, that is, as one exits the door from the lower floor). However, across from this first door was a wall, perhaps 20 to 30 feet away. On the wall on the left were several doors, leading to rooms (I intuited this information from the fact that they had symbols on them to indicate which room (though I didn't read them; if I had, I probably would have noticed that they didn't make sense), and they had peepholes, I think, too). On the far wall were 2 or 3 more such doors. On the wall on the right, there may or may not have been doors, for as far back as to be flush with the door-from-the-lower-level-stairs again. However, there was then a recess back from the wall (hallway's width), though I'll get back to that later.
Continuing past that, the hallway continued for a good 60 to 80 feet, with plentiful doors on either side ("hotel doors," as before). After that, it made a 3-way "T" intersection with another hallway, and I could see some more doors on the far side. If I could see around corners, I bet that there would have been doors on the near sides, too.

Oh, one more thing, the carpet was somewhat decorative. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it certainly wasn't plain. It was about as decorative as what you might expect in a hotel. OK, so, back to that recess. It went back to a door about 10 to 15 feet away from where the little corridor met the hallway. However, the door was open. The people inside were clearly celebrating, or otherwise having a good time.

I approached the entrance. Oh, by the way, while I didn't notice this in-dream, my parents and I were unusually non-tired for having just rushed (not run, but not just walked, either) up 20 to 30 or more flights of stairs. Anyway, among the folks in the room were the queen of England and her guards. There were some other people, though I don't think that I recognized them at the time, and I know that I don't remember them clearly enough now to recognize them, even if I did know them.

And that's about where I stop remembering the dream. I think that I woke up pretty shortly afterward, anyway.

Until next time, Cheerios ™, or something

Morning.

OK, so, in my dream, which I only about half remember, my mom and I are in her car, with her in the driver's seat and me in the passenger's, and we're driving along the road. It's kind of dark, but it's light enough to see. I think that it must have been early evening, or early morning. Either way, the way that we were going, the planet's sun wasn't in our faces or anything at the time.
The road was somewhat backwater, with plenty of trees and bushes right next to the road much of the time. There were also occasional groupings of less than a dozen houses alongside the road.
The road also had some oddities. For example, as we drove around one curve (left), I noticed that the double yellow line curved toward the left similarly, but such that it smacked into the edge of the road, along with some trees and bushes, on the concave side of the curve. This resulted in the road's turning into a single, not-so-narrow (but not two lanes wide, either) lane, with a solid yellow line on the left and a solid white line on the right.
I commented on the unusually abrupt (and overall unusual) ending of the other lane, but my mom pointed out that it was the opposite lane (or that it went the opposite way - something to that effect), and then I finished the idea, commenting that they would be going the opposite direction, and so that would have actually been the start of their lane.
Then, as we were following the single-laned road, the edge of the pavement on the left suddenly jutted out to the left (no, it didn't actually move - the road just changed), such that there was now room for another lane. At that point on the road, the "extra" pavement also had a solid white line on its outer side, and the solid yellow line on our left became a double yellow line in the middle of the road (of course, also on our left).

It must have been evening, instead of morning, because I noticed that it was gradually becoming darker. We had just made a turn onto another road, at this point. Then, for reasons unknown to me, I made a reality check. I looked at the car's clock (digital, of course). As I recall, the time was 3-something. Don't get me wrong - it wasn't illegible, as I expected - I just don't remember what minute it was. Since it was legible, I didn't think that I was in a dream, but I looked away and checked again, in case it became illegible (its changing was not something that I was considering at the time). It then read 5-something else. If I recall correctly, there was a 3 in one of the last digits. However, I didn't clearly remember the first readout from the clock at the time; but then again, that, in most situations, would be enough to get me to try something. And I did.
I looked away and back at the clock one more time. This time, although I now (awake) don't remember what it said (though I think that the hour was 6 or 7), I then (dreaming) read the time (it was always legible, for some reason)and remembered that the one just before it was indeed different.
I then made a comment about it, something like "I'm dreaming" or "am I dreaming" or "the time keeps changing". My mom just said something like "what?" - she was preoccupied with her driving. I wasn't about to waste time talking to her about it; if she was a DC, she wouldn't let me believe it (base on what I've read here, though I wasn't thinking about it at the time), while if we were all real, she would probably think that there's something wrong with me, and I'd have to spend a bunch of tame trying to explain lucid dreaming to her (this would be harder than it sounds; she's not good at understanding stuff, especially when it's unusual like this).

Anyway, I got right to the point and tried to stick my right index finger through the palm of my left hand - and failed. However, I knew that I was dreaming. The whole clock thing gave it away. I primarily focused on not getting excited, because I knew that I would lose lucidity if I got too excited.
My memory kind of gets hazy from there. I don't think that I got much farther, anyway, though.

Well, the point is that I was lucid, even if I didn't have control. <img src="http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/style_emoticons/default/banana.gif" style="vertical-align:middle"/> Go lucidity! (Hey, I could make that a superhero catch phrase!)

Post Scriptum
I think that it's good that it was a dream. For one thing, I don't have to find out what idiot civil-engineered that second unusual road feature that I mentioned - that abrupt beginning of an opposite lane, from our perspective, would have been an abrupt ending, from the perspective of anyone coming our way. Also, it means that our car clock's not on the fritz and that I'm not noticeably insane yet.

OK, I just wanted to say that I just posted "Dreamscaper's Dream Journal: safe", where people are supposed to not post, unless they're me.

Over here, it's OK to post thoughts about my journal.

OK, my recall's been simply abhorrent lately; I haven't remembered a dream in over 2 weeks. However, this morning I did. <img src="http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/style_emoticons/default/banana.gif" style="vertical-align:middle"/>

I know that the dream started before this, but I can't remember much besides that I was driving. However, we begin with my driving, so I'll describe what was odd about it.
I was driving in the passenger seat, for starters. We were in what was overall my mom's car. The left side of the car was like my dad's driver's side of the car, except that I'm not sure where the gear shift was (in my dad's car, it's in the middle, but I don't remember seeing one there). The right side of the car was more like my mom's, but I only really remember a steering wheel, an accelerator, a decelerator (brake), and a spedometer.

Just before a downward hill, there was a speed limit sign (35 mph), though I only clearly remember the big 35 on it (I, like most people, generally assume that it says "speed limit," without paying close enough attention to read it). It is too bad that I didn't try to read the words, since that could have been a dream sign. Also, at the bottom of the hill, mostly to the left of the road, a small woods started, though it didn't go very far foreward, and it went even less far left of the road. There were also some trees right of the road after the bottom of the hill. Anyway, we went down the hill.

Oh, by the way, I was going somewhere between 25 and 35 mph at the time.

So, the hill turned out to be one of the steeper ones that one would typically find on a road. Near the bottom, as it levelled out, it curved left, then back right, then left again, followed by an adjustment back right so that the rest of the road continued along the same line as the current part.

So, we (my dad was in the left (driver) seat, but I was driving from the passenger seat) went down the hill, but ended up going a little too fast. By the time we were going fast and I noticed how fast we were going, I had to react to both the speed and the curves. We handled the left arc (left, then back around right) OK, but the right arc, which went across a bridge over a creek, didn't go so well. The car ended up flipping rightward and over the railing. We ended up in the river, in the car, which was resting on its roof. Oddly enough, we had only gone a few feet. The car happened to end up pointing straight ahead (the direction we were originally going, as well as the direction the bridge happened to be). However, the creek, which was originally about 3-5 feet below the bridge at the surface, was now up to the bridge. But that's not the really odd part. The really odd part was the fact that that's where the car was. That's right, the car landed on the river. We weren't even submerged to our hair in water; the car was pretty much entirely on top of the river, stable, as though the water was about one inch thick on top of a flat, solid surface.
That should have been a clue right there; cars float, but not like that. Unfortunately, I didn't get to go lucid.

We got out. I don't remember the process of getting out very well. I don't even remember (what should have happened if it were reality) disorientation from being upside down. We went over to the bridge and climbed over the rail to get back on (yeah, we basically walked on water).

It was around this time that I saw a very strange figure near the trees. I think that the figure was green, but it was deep in shadow, so it mostly looked really dark. Also, I got the impression that it was feminine, though I don't know where.
Anyway, the figure had a body mostly like that of a halfling, or possibly a gnome (I'm speaking from D&amp;D here now). It had, however, an unusual head, sort of. I don't know whether the head itself was different, or if it was just wearing something odd. However, since the rest of its head and neck were normally shaped, I'll assume that it was wearing something.
The something increased its height (not counting its raised arms, which I will mention momentarily) by about half. The overall shape was inverted conical, spreading to a little less than its shoulder width at the top, which was flat.
The entity also had its arms raised. In its right hand (toward my left as I saw it), pointed straight up, it held hedgeclippers. It held them at the back of one of the handles. At the place where it held it, and the corresponding place on the other handle, the width was equal to that of the distance between its raised hands, but it was holding them so that the non-held handle was to its right (my left), and its left hand (to my right) was empty.
I also got the impression that the hedgeclippers, which were one solid color, were the same solid color as the entity. Oh, by the way, its "headdress" was the same solid color as the rest of it, giving rise to the question of whether it was wearing something or that was part of it.

Well, next thing I know, the car is upright and on the bridge again, on the right side of the road, pointed foreward. My dad and I are inspecting the damage. There are actually only about 4 marks on the car, all similarly (grammatically, not mathematically) shaped and sized. They are gray spots, with occasional hints of shine, apparantly where the paint scraped off. Two are on the right side, and the rest are on the roof. The distance between the two on the doors is equal to the distance between the two that I clearly remember on the roof, and the lines that could be traced between the two on the door or the two on the roof are parallel. This indicates that the same thing that caused the door damage caused the roof damage.

I was getting slightly closer to the marks, scrutinizing them, when my alarm went off.
-End of dream

Quick dream outline before I forget:
-Mom &amp; I saw an Asian woman w/ several children
-I tried to fly for no good reason
-We went driving, and encountered a road anomaly similar to one in an earlier dream
-Clock went weird
-I went lucid!
-I gained control!
-Went driving fast
-Slowed down
-Wound up @ party w/ people, including Dad, Jack, and (I think) 3 of my friends
-Told people I was dreaming
-Apparantly lost control
-Tried (and failed) to fly
-Started talking about getting a LARP together
-Dad played a video game in back of the car
-Frustration over noise
-Dad started LARPing being at the plate in a baseball game
-I started to hear fans cheering, the ball hitting the glove, etc.

-I woke up

I have to do morning stuff right now, but I'll be back with the full post later. It was a long dream, btw.

OK, I don't remember how we got there, but my mom and I were walking through a parking lot, and encountered one of those baby-holding nests in the lot. It was kind of close to the area where cars drive, but I think that it was still in a parking space. Anyway, there were about 4 more of these things, oriented in a perpendicular direction, farther back in, along the edge of the spaces occupied (which was also the edge of the parking lot, with grass beyond that). The 4 others touched each other, as they lay end-to-end.
Anyway, my mom and I had a look at the baby that was in the first thing mentioned, and it was all cute and so on, just like one would expect. We saw this young woman looking mostly at the 4 other things, and at some point a toddler ran by the 4 other things, and was saying something, though I don't remember what.
I vaguely remember my mom's talking to the woman for a brief time, and then we left that area. Oh, by the way, the woman and all the kids were Asian - I think they were Chinese, but I'm not sure.

We went back to the car, which was actually in a different parking lot. We had to cross some grass w/ a tree to get there. That lot, however, was mostly empty, though our car was close to the middle of the lot. For no apparant reason, I tried to fly. I somehow got it in my head that I could manipulate my psi to form kinds of wings on my limbs. Specifically, they would be highly-flexible, zero-weight membranes that maintained their border shape, which would somehow catch air.
I remember putting my hands against my head, and my feet together, and spreading them out, forming the membranes, kind of like how one would make a bubble on surfaces (or kind of like that layer of soapy water that's in a bubble-blowing wand before you blow the bubble). I remember thinking of myself as having 4 membranes, but I now realize that I would have only had 3: 1 between my left arm and my head, 1 between my right arm and my head, and only 1 between my legs.
Anyway, I jumped up in the air, and flapped all my limbs in synchronous (sp?), and I felt the presssure of the air against the membranes. I didn't "feel" it like I would feel wind on my face, since I couldn't feel the membranes physically (though I kind of could psychically). I felt it more like how one feels the pressure of air and water as one pushes an inverted glass into a full sink of water - it resists. However, on my body, I felt air basically as one would feel air from jumping up into the air and falling back down.
Anyhoo, I flapped my arms and legs all up at once, and all down at once, so that I could contain the air to as great of an extent as possible. However, I could not gain altitude, and soon noticed that I was falling. However, I had made it the 20-30 feet from where I started to next to my mom next to the car. Effectively, I was able to extend my jumping distance by quite a bit. If you were wondering, I immediately realized that this was in no way evidence of psychic power, since anyone seeing me would just see me making a long jump.
Oh, by the way, I envisioned my "wings" as a purplish-blue, with the outlines being an energetic purple.

OK, so we were in my mom's car, and my mom was driving. Along the way, I encountered the thing where the opposite lane slowly merges with the left side of the road, an anomaly that I have yet to see in RL. I remembered that dream, and thought that this might be one, too. I looked at the clock, and I forget the hour (though I think it was 10), but the minute was 59...and then 58...and then 57. However, continuing with the "look away and look back" methodology, I looked away, and when I looked back, the clock was at the original hour (which I can't remember), 59 minutes...and 58...and 57, and then the hour incrememted and the minute switched to 07. I knew then that I was dreaming.

I had expected to get excited, but I didn't. Then again, I'm not one to get too excited by pride, anyway. However, I was reminded of the driving dream that I had had just the other night. I decided to take control of the car and go fast. I tried to make a steering wheel and some pedals appear on my side, but I couldn't. Then I realized that it didn't matter, grabbed an imaginary steering wheel, and pressed an imaginary gas pedal. We accelerated in the positive direction, albeit slowly. However, I was remembering last night's dream, and we approached a hill. I decided to slow down, drastically. I don't remember much at all about going down the hill, but I remember that, at the bottom of the hill, we were at my late grandma's former house, and we had parked in the driveway.

So people were in the house's living room, and people were talking and eating and such. I saw my dad there, on the southern of the 2 couches that were usually there, on the north end of said couch, talking and such. I briefely saw some horsd'ouvres (sp?), but didn't get a good look at them before I heard the voice of Jack, my former driving instructor, from behind and to the left of me. I looked. He was sitting in the spinny brown chair. Anyway, after a quick survey of the room, I saw that the other people were, for no apparant reason, Frank, Tyler, and Chris.

Anyway, I was getting really happy and such, what with being at a small party, with my friends and family - and my driving instructor for no good reason - not being pressured by the psyches of those who normally plague parties, and having achieved lucidity AND dream control. I actually told some people, though I forget whom I told, though I think it included my dad. Realizing that I had that control, I decided to try some stuff. I tried something, but I forget what it was, but I remember failing. Then I remember trying to fly, and I stood on my tiptoes, spread my arms, and ... went nowhere. I had lost control.
Oh, by the way, one thing that I found unusual when I woke up: when I told people I was dreaming, no one objected or protested or tried to tell me that I wasn't dreaming, as I would expect from what I had read.

Well, my friends and parents and I got in the car, which now had an interior similar to the minivan we rented that one time. Mom was driving, Tyler was in the front passenger seat, I was in the back right seat, Chris was in the back left seat, and I vaguely remember that Frank and my dad were there somewhere, though I don't remember where they sat.

We were driving home, and it was suddenly late. We were stopped at a light on a 3-way intersection. We were facing north, facing the Hoover company's taking up the whole of the other side of the street. Anyway, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I decided to try to get the guys together to LARP (Live Action Role Play, for those who don't know), even though I've never LARPed before. I told Frank and Tyler that, since they had characters in the D&amp;D campaign that I run, they could use those. I mentioned to my dad, who was behind me at the time, that he &amp; I would have to make characters - that is, of course, if he wanted to play (I think that this part came from his reluctance to play D&amp;D w/ us previously in RL). I forget what his reply was, but he went to the back of the car under a blanket to play a video game on a piece of paper - hey, look, an obvious dream-sign if I wasn't already lucid.

Anyway, as I turned my head back toward the other guys, I saw Chris sitting across from me. I told him, oh yeah, he could use his character, too - I had forgotten about him. He was a little upset.
About that time, Tyler - sitting in the front passenger seat - got upset, and started acting in that classic Tyler-upset fashion, about the noise my dad's video game was making. I think that it was interfering with whatever he was trying to do. He passed a pillow back, and I added to that a differently shaped, sized, and colored pillow that was sitting between Chris and me. I stacked them atop each other and put them on the top of the seat, sort of, at about a 22.5 degree angle. Since there were no structures there, I had to hold them, and a small part was actually on the upper part of the back seat. Whatever
Anyway, that pretty much blocked out the sound, even though the pillows weren't even covering 1/4 of the length of the back seat, and weren't even 1/2 of the way to the roof of the car. Chris observed this, and I reminded him that it was a dream. Again, there were no objections.

Well, my dad had "turned off" the game, and he came out from under the blanket and handed Chris the piece of paper. He then talked about LARPing some baseball, or something. It was getting kind of hard to follow at this point. Anyway, he stood in the back of the car - a feat only achievable in a dream, since there's only room for someone about 7 yrs old or younger to stand up in such a vehicle - and started pretending like there was a home plate farther behind the car from him, as he stood there, body facing back of the car (south, since the car still hadn't moved), head turned to the right of the car (east), pretending to be holding a baseball bat. He swung, and I could hear the baseball whiz by and hit the catcher's glove (despite the absence of a baseball, a catcher, or a glove). I started to hear the crowds cheering, and I could almost see the bat as he took his second swing - another strike. The "fans" got all excited and such, and as the second swing approached, I could see the first hint of morning light in the east, but then, the dream went away, as my entirety awoke.

No, my alarm didn't go off - I had turned it off previously. I woke up at about 1217, or some such, which is about an hour ago as I finish typing this. I just woke up, I guess because my body and mind were done sleeping.

Go lucidity! <img src="http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/style_emoticons/default/banana.gif" style="vertical-align:middle"/>
Go dream control! <img src="http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/style_emoticons/default/muffin.gif" style="vertical-align:middle"/>

I woke up this morning, and I remembered a dream. I hadn't remembered many dreams between when I last posted in this journal and today. This is the first one since then that I figured was worthy of online mention (though the other ones I tend to record in my personal journal).

Well, here's the dream, straight from my dream journal:
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The dream started out in the 3rd person, like I was watching an episode of Sliders. The original, that is, instead of after they started adding and subtracting characters. Anyway, they were being chased by "zombies." They weren't real zombies, and they weren't quite like the grey-black rotting things that you'd expect from modern fantasy literature. They were more like fresh-from-the-morgue bodies, somewhat pale and so forth. Anyway, as they were running, the Professor was going on; he seemed to be talking about a disease's causing this, if I recall right. In any case, the zombies' behavior was much like that in bad horror flicks &mdash; mindless hordes, slow reflexes, yet a few had the ability to do complex tasks when it would inconvenience the living, or something.
Well, they got to a fence in some sort of warehouse-like area, and climbed over: first Mr. Mallory, then the Professor, and finally Mr. Brown gave Miss. Wells a leg up (and I realize now that I remember their names from when the prof-man spoke than anytime else, except, of course, for his, since he, like the professor on Gilligan's Island, is always called "professor" or "the professor" instead of by some sort of actual name). Unfortunately (for him), Mr. Brown didn't make it, and was pulled into the zombie horde.
Well, my dream lost track of Miss. Wells somewhere between the previous and the next scenes, but the Professor and Mr. Mallory climbed aboard an airplane. The airplane was weird, though &mdash; it was, essentially, an "open-air" airplane. Anyway, I was just sitting down with my prize pig. I haven't the slightest idea why I had a prized pig, but it probably went with the "southern hick" motif of all of the passengers that I haven't really detailed. (Note: I notice a theme, considering the southern country setting in which most zombie movies are supposed to have taken place.) The pig sat 2 seats in front of me. Between us was a man about the size of the pig (and the pig was rather large). Also note: the pig's tail, rather than being like a cow's tail or being curly, curved upward, like a dog's tail when it is happy.
Well, there was a girl sitting on my left (an "aisle" was on my right, being thinly carpeted (light red) like those on airplanes, and leading on forward &mdash; unlike the usual way of loading a plane, we climbed on from back and went forward). We started talking about my pig, and she clearly knew more than I did. Of course, that would be even more interesting if I had bothered to write down any of the details when I first got up &mdash; I don't remember much of those details from this morning, but I remembered thinking "heh, that actually makes sense." Fortunately, I have developed skills relating to getting the information that I need from what is said &mdash; thus, I was able to keep up the conversation while knowing pretty much nothing about competing (or even owning) pigs.

The next thing that I know, I'm driving a pickup. I don't remember being in the driver's seat (in fact, I might have been on the right), or even manipulating a pedal or steering wheel, but I remember that I was (somehow) controlling it. Well, the pickup had a boat on a boat-trailer behind it. The girl with whom I had been speaking, at this point, is a passenger. I don't remember where she was &mdash; maybe she was on the left, or in the back area (not the bed, just that area between the seats and the bed), or maybe she was moving around, changing positions.
In any case, we drove along the relatively straight country road. There was grass pretty much everywhere on both sides, with a tree every now and then alongside the road and some patches of trees farther away. Maybe there was a house on the way there. The best description is basically: generic country scenery. Also, it was daytime and somewhat sunny (but not blinding). There weren't many clouds, though. The sky was the blue color normal for such conditions.
Anyway, we were driving on the right-hand side of the road (which is normal over here in the states, in case any of you out there are Britons). Occasionally, cars would pass us on the other side. Up ahead, though, driving in our direction, was a new van being piloted by one zombie. No one else seemed to be in it. It drove around all crazy-like, practically running the guys on the left off the road. Whenever I steered us to pas it, it turned to block us. Of course, there was a delay in that. There was more of a delay than with a typical driver, due to its slow reflexes.
So, I was trying to get past, and I realized that the delay between when I would get past it and when it would react was not enough to let a pickup with a boat-trailer get by. For a brief time, I ended up driving alongside the road (on the right side), and when I got back on the road, I looked in the mirror, and the boat-trailer with its boat was alongside the road (I forget how it looked in the mirror, which is too bad, since I'd like to check accuracy).
We ended up being able to pass the van after that (thank Me that it wasn't a crew cab!). After a short (and not-well-remembered) series of chase-scene-style events, which ended with us on a hill (not because we ascended, but because the ground around the road and immediate vicinity "dropped away," relatively speaking), the zombie-in-a-van fell into a river. Now that I'm awake, I realize that this shouldn't have happened by any means, since the river was about 50-100 meters away, and not that far below the level of the road (the area between the road and the river was lower than either; the van just went across the gap, though I wasn't really watching). Due to the zombie's slowness and lack of coordination, it wouldn't be able to swim, so we were good to go on that part.
Unfortunately, I somehow fell off the hill on the right side of the road (the river had been on the left). It was about a 6-8 meter drop, but I was fine after hitting the bottom. The hill was extremely steep, nearly vertical. The top area, though, was more rounded, like a hemisphere. I climbed up the hill using the dandelions that were growing out of it. I ended up pulling a few of them out on my way up. I got near the top, and the girl tried to help me up. I realized that she couldn't support my weight (indeed, I though, during the dream, of the number of pounds that I weigh); upon realizing this, before she grabbed me, I fell down the hill about a meter, catching myself on another couple of dandelions.
I climbed back up from there. When I was on a shallow enough part of the hill (the plane tangent to the point on the hill approximately at my center of gravity was at about 45 degrees of pitch, by an axis parallel to the axis running along the road, from a "horizontal" plane), which was also far enough in (dome-shaped top, remember?) so that she wouldn't have to stoop too far out, I let her help me up. The length of the arc that I was being aided up was about half a meter or so.
As I was being aided up, my alarm sounded, awakening me.
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Well, there's the entry. Also, there's a note that might be worth mentioning. When I first woke up, I lied in bed briefly (for a few minutes), ensuring that I recalled the whole dream. After recalling it, since I had to get ready for and go to class, I didn't have time to write the entirety of the above entry, so I wrote up a brief synopsis of the dream, so that I could remember later.
During that first remembering process, I couldn't get that one opening theme (I don't know how to specify which theme) from Full Moon wo Sagashite (sp?) out of my head. Upon commencing to write the brief, I couldn't get the song Brian Boru out of my head (and that one stayed with me until halfway through math class, around 0854).

Oh, also, at the end of the dream, it was sunset. The sun was setting to the right of the road (and a little foreward by our driving direction). I remembered it this whole time, but I guess that I forgot to write anything. Isn't that just like a dream - something noteworthy goes by unnoticed.
Oh, and you may have noticed a lack of a truck when I fell off the hill. I just now noticed that, too. I guess that my mind lost track of the truck somewhere in there, too.

Time to post in my online DJ again.
Here's my dream from the Saturday before last.

2005/I/29
The dream started out with a downhill mountain street racing scenario reminiscent of Initial D (which I saw for the first time last night... so, yeah). Well, the police had a logistical problem with trying to catch the street racers &mdash; street racers have improved versions of high-speed vehicles, know how to drive to get ahead (like regular racers), and get a head start, anyway, when being chased down (i.e., the cops have to see them racing, and then react, and then get out onto the road still, before they can even begin real chasing).
Well, in this particular scenario, there was only the one car's racing; effectively, it was practicing. The cops, trying to catch some of the street racers thereabouts, already had 2 squad cars ready: one was higher up the mountain than the other, so it could warn the other about an oncoming street-racer. Well, that racing car came by, and that higher-up squad car warned the lower-down one. Of course, the lower-down one wasn't that much lower &mdash; it was just lower enough to try to quickly react and put itself in front of the car to force a stop. Their plan actually involved its pulling out so that it would occupy the road's middle area, and would overall face downhill, so that, if the racing car crashed into it, there would be the maximum amount of squad-car between it and the driver.
However, they reacted a might too slowly, and the racing car was just past the squad car by the time that it got into its position, so the squad car decided to go after it.
Also note that I hate dreaming in the third person.
Well, the next thing that I know, it's daytime &mdash; either mid-late morning or early-mid afternoon. There's evidence later that it's afternoon, but time is so unreliable in dreams that I'm not going to rely on it.
The chase enters suburbia, and some other car on the road commits some other crime, and so some other squad-car pulls off from the side takes off after it. So the order is something like: random criminal car, street-racer criminal car, second squad-car, first squad-car. Despite everything, the squad-cars somehow stopped the other cars, which were pulled over on the left (and now watching shows that take place in countries where folks drive on the wrong side of the road is ruining any dreamsigns that I might have! Grr!).
Out from the squad-cars stepped 3 cops, all female. Two were Caucasian and one was African-American. They all had darkish hair (though a wide array of dark colors), tied back. Also note that this should have signaled me, even IRL, to something amiss, because cops always work in pairs (so there should have been 4 of them). Anyway, out from the other cars stepped a total of four men (and note that neither for the cops nor for the civilians do I remember who was in what vehicle). One was MacGyver from MacGyver, one was Cramer from Seinfeld, the third I know that I knew the character and the T.V. show, but now I don't remember either, and the fourth one was me.
We were all told to lie down on the ground, which was a light-brown mixture of dust, dirt, gravel, and pebbles, like what one might find in a mountainous desert. This area was basically large enough to hold the four cars by the length along the road, and large enough to hold 3 car widths at a squeeze by the width. Of course, the cars were all lined up, so that extra width was where the walking, talking, lying, etc. occurred.
Also, Cramer was kind of acting up, so one of the cops had to put a foot on his head for a moment (since that holds one in a rather disabling position &mdash; also note, it was the side of his head).
In any case, the cops got distracted by something that I don't quite recall. They told us not to move, but we interpreted "move" as "change location", so we all sat up cross-legged. We looked around a bit, and something was interesting &mdash; you see, where we were pulled over (on the left), where that dirt patch was, a white picket fence stopped and restarted abruptly at the borders of the light-brown patch of earth. Well, that fence (and its corresponding house, which was at least 8 meters back from the road's edge) was at the corner of its block. That is, a road intersected our road just ahead. What was interesting was that there was a white dotted line painted on the road, going in an arc from the one double-yellow-line to the other on the left. It also continued on (along the second double-yellow-line) for a meter or two, and back along the first double-yellow-line for about the same distance. Along the white dotted line, on the outside of the arc, for part of the way, was a solid white line. But that solid white line also connected to the dotted one at its (the solid one's) beginning and end.
Past the intersection there was a short dead-end road (with no double-yellow line). There were 2, or maybe 3, cars parked alongside the road (it was still the width of two lanes plus parking along either side). At the end of the dead end (and several meters farther back therefrom) was a house.
Somehow, our train of thought was now on finding out why there was often really loud music coming from that house. Well, MacGyver and I broke into the house (and "breaking in" consisted of my turning the knob on the front door), and we had a look around. The front door was somewhat toward the left of the house, so MacGyver investigated the right half of the house, while I investigated the left half (or middle half, depending on perspective with respect to the front door) of the house. The whole place had its lights out, so the illumination was shadowy (gracias a natural daylight). I saw MacGyver climb up some stairs on the far-right wall (the main floor had some separating walling, but was open enough for us to see across like that), and then I went toward the left wall and opened a door that, were one to face through it, would require one to face the same direction as toward the front door. So, the wall between the front door and this door was about a meter closer to the front door than was the actual wall of the side of the house. In any case, I looked down the set of lame wooden stairs that led down into the basement. There didn't seem to be anything of interest there, so I closed the door. When I looked back toward the rest of the room, MacGyver had found some old man and was bringing him down the stairs. The old man was balding, with white (with maybe a hint of grey) hair around the sides of his head. He was short, and had a beer-belly. He wore clothes like what one might wear to lounge around one's house: an old grey t-shirt and some old sweat-pants. I think that he had a thin wooden cane, but I'm not sure.
Anyway, we brought him back to where the cars were, and we asked him about why he was making so much noise at his house. He said that there was a danger that, when street-racers or school busses (yeah, now that I'm awake, I wonder about that last one, too) would drive through at night, they would keep going through the intersection, past the dead end, and into his house. He said that he made the noise to alert everyone to the house's presence, since the house was hard to see in the dark of night. He also claimed responsibility for the white lines, which were to serve to inform drivers to turn left if they want to get around to keep going through.
Well, MacGyver and that guy that I couldn't remember and I went back to the house to look around, to see if there was perhaps a way to build a road that would be a continuation of the dead-end road and that would connect to the other road on the other side. We thought that we had seen a way at first, but then it turned out to the house was farther to the left than we thought, so the road couldn't be straight. Of course, a bent road kind of defeated the purpose, since those speed-demons wouldn't notice the turn until the last moment, which is when they would notice the house, anyway.
My memory of the rest of the dream is rather hazy, but not much else happens. Oh, and when we come back from investigating the house the second time, it's about sunset-ish.


And that was my dream from the Saturday before last.

Latest dream...

2005/II/13
Well, this dream is now a bit vague, but I'll see what I can remember.
I somehow ended up in my old hometown, by the high school. Rather, I was on the west side of a certain street, this street stopping at 7th street, which is a street that runs in front of said high school. Well, my roommate and I were on this black conveyor belt. I was lying down, on my frontside, supporting my uppermost body with my elbows on the belt. Oddly, most of the body below my waist was sticking off of the conveyor belt &mdash; IRL, I would have been dragging along the ground, and probably would have gotten knocked off of the belt. Anyway, I was facing west, and the belt was moving southward. About a meter or 2 to the north of me, though, was my roommate, and he was facing southward.
When I noticed him, I rotated myself to face northward, to face him. This rotation centered on an axis that was over the conveyor belt, even though the center of my body wasn't there; think of it like a video game, where the center of gravity is set somewhere in the chest; the rotation doesn't care about friction.
Then, I looked at my Live Savers Minis container &mdash; it's clear-white, with blue text all around &mdash; "Live Savers" is concave down, while "Minis" is convex down &mdash; which (I only now realize that this is odd) had text only on the bottom ("bottom" determined by text orientation). Well, I read the text (more precisely, I read the series of characters &mdash; the string didn't even make sense, but I wasn't trying to make sense out of it). Then, I looked away, and then I looked back at it, and I saw that it had changed (actually, it had just changed to different nonsense). Well, at that point, I realized that I was dreaming, so I got up and left. I vaguely remember saying that I was lucid &mdash; saying it in an almost happy way &mdash; but then I reminded myself not to get too excited, lest I wake up. I knew what I wanted to do &mdash; I wanted to summon my dream guide, of which I've been reading so much (either that or a spirit guide &mdash; it took me a moment to pick dream over spirit).
Well, I went north, to an area behind the school. At this point, though, the area behind the school didn't look like it really does &mdash; it looked, well, better, without parking lots and streets, but with some nice deciduous trees. It was autumn (and it was sunset, too &mdash; it had been this whole time), and the leaves were mostly yellows and oranges. I ended up by this one tree whose leaves were yellow. It was at the edge of the closest thing to a "cliff" that would occur in a rolling hills area, and beyond this "cliff" were some nice rolling plains down below, with a few areas of trees &mdash; I couldn't see far, though, because my own trees kind of blocked the way.
Well, I stopped by the tree of yellow leaves, and I decided that I wanted to close my eyes and yell out for my dream guide. However, I found that I kept seeing &mdash; I hadn't successfully closed my eyes. So, I tried harder. I managed to lose some peripheral vision, and I ended up looking straight at this one low branch of yellow leaves, which stuck toward me from the tree. I then tried even harder to close my dream eyes (and yes, I did realize in-dream that I was closing dream eyes, not real ones), but then, I tried so hard that I did see black (as one sees when one closes one's eyes in the dark), but I was awake, with my eyes closed.
So, basically, I learned that, for now, I won't try to close my eyes needlessly. Maybe I can close them later.


And that's my DJ entry. I'm really kicking myself on the whole eye-closing thing. Not only did I forget, but I failed at my attempt at logic, too - since a dream is a series of images (though not all visual), eliminating most of the imagery can't be helpful. Next time, though, I'll just summon my guide - though maybe I'll perform some sort of ritual to add a bit of flare. Of course, now that I look @ the lucid task thingy, I'll hopefully try to stand on my head before this whole dream-guide thingy, just so that I don't get distracted by said guide.

Like my first LD, I'm going to count this one as non-controlled, since, while I could control my own actions to a realistic extent (except for the lack of control shown by that whole eye-closing thing), I wasn't really controlling the dream.

Um, go lucidity.

Originally posted by Dreamscaper
Warning: &nbsp;Dreams can be weird. &nbsp;

indeed... i concur... *insert dreamscaper phrase*

This dream was a while ago, but I haven't gotten around to posting it yet, so here it is.


2005/III/5
Last night, I had a dream.
I was in a market place of some sort. I encountered an ice-cream sort of stand-like thing of some sort. On the rightmost side of it, there was something resembling the ice cream section of a local café. It had a metal top, and steeply vertically slanted clear plastic front part, though I didn't look down toward the white area to see the ice cream, or if it was there, etc.
Well, there were some girls there. I don't recall whether I knew them or not. But there was one ahead of me (ahead entails being closer to the wall, as the line slides along from the front), and she was eating spoonfuls of ice cream from a Cool Whip Lite bowl. I asked about it, looking into the bowl. It was about halfway empty, and was Cool Whip with lots (perhaps 12-24) of cherries on top of it. I think that someone (either the girl eating it or the guy behind the counter) asked something to the effect of "what do you think it is?", because I started describing it. However, instead of "cool whip," I inadvertently said "ice cream" repeatedly throughout my description. Then, I looked at the guy behind the counter and said something like "Cool Whip. I meant Cool Whip. It's Cool Whip, not ice cream," or something. Then, he asked me "Are you sure?", and I looked again, and there was ice cream instead of Cool Whip. The ice cream was white with lots of little brown specks. It might have been some type of cookies-and-cream.
I announced that I was dreaming. Then, I realized that the guy behind the counter had cued me in to figuring out that it was a dream. So, I looked at him and said something to the effect of that I would memorize his appearance, since he had helped me, since he might be useful in future dreams. He was an African-American, about my height, a little overweight. He was kind of old, perhaps in his 40s or 50s. He had minor scarring around his cheeks &mdash; that bumpy sort of scarring that some old folks have. I think that I have a fairly good impression of his face.
I left, heading out the front. A road ran by, and another road split off from that, going up (and a little my-left) on a hill. The split off occurred a bit to the right of the facility, from my view. I stood in the middle of the street, and looked up at the mostly-clear blue sky. I willed myself to fly, and immediately levitated up off of the ground. I drifted up ward and somewhat backward. I ended up moving in the reverse of a gravitational arc. I bumped into a grey cement wall-like thing it was part of the building. I was hoping that, after hitting it, I would slide up it, until I could land on the flat black part just past it, but I didn't. I fell back down, but I don't remember it, nor do I remember the way in which I fell.
&lt;Insert building description&gt;
Some stuff happened after that, and I remember that I pondered the building much in the course of those events, but I don't remember any real detail.
Anyway, I headed up the hills. I flew. I stopped and landed in this one grassy area, and faced partly up the hill, and partly to the right. The hill rose up in the direction where I was facing. Oh, by the way, the extensive hillside had a good deal of suburbian roads and houses and such. There was a bit of road running along about the middle of the side of the ridge that was raised up from the rest of the hill.
So I held my arms wide and looked at the sky just above the hill-ness, and called out, in order to summon my dream guide. I did that, and then turned all the way around, looking to see if maybe I had summoned him/her/it behind me (instead of before me, partway up the slope, short of the road, as I had intended). I saw no guide. However, off in the distance, I saw something.
From a factory's smokestacks, there arose rotating streams of puffs of pink-and-purple smoke. Then, from in the valley-like thing, one of whose edges was the ridge previously mentioned, there arose a great solid from of pink and purple smoke. The overall shape was like that of a very steep bell curve. Then, its form changed, but I have no recollection of into what.
Then, my memory gets kind of vague. There's something about giant robots fighting. And I think that Knuckles from the Sonic games showed up somewhere along the lines.
Anyway, near the end of my dream, I found myself back home, at the computer. It was the Compaq, which was still our main computer, and it was still in the corner of the office-room. I got up, when I looked at my watch and realized that it was a quarter until nine in the evening (yes, I had lost lucidity by now), from playing a video game. I went into the other room, which was the TV-watching room. It was Friday, which is why I was getting up from the games. My dad was in the room, already tuned to SciFi. I asked him what was on until SciFi Fridays came on, and he said that I'd missed it, since it was about ten until midnight. I looked at my watch, which was ticking, but said that it must have stopped. What I meant was that it had broken, or lost track, or something.
I ended up clarifying (I don't recall whether he said anything or not) that it hadn't stopped. I looked and saw the minute and second hands still moving. The hour hand was still just short of the 9, though. I looked at the cable-box clock, and the wall clock, and both said that it was 11:5X (I just don't recall fifty-what). I looked back at my watch. The minute and second hands had progressed as normal for a few-second pause between looks, and the hour hand had fallen to just before the 8.
It was around about that time that I woke up.

Now, there are a few things that I remember from my dream, that fell into some memory-gaps, so I don't know where they go in the above description. But I think that they are worth mention.
First of all, I have a memory of reading a piece of paper. It was rather small, perhaps 8.5"x5.5", and it was yellow with black text. I didn't re-read it, but I read it scrutinizingly the first time through, to see if the text made any sense. Since it made sense the whole way through, I didn't end up questioning it.
Second of all, I have a memory of trying to do something &mdash; something other than that flight or that summoning &mdash; while I was lucid, and failing.

In any case, I think that I'll put this down as a lucid dream with control.

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Yay Lucidity! Yay Dream Control! <img src="http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/style_emoticons/default/banana.gif" style="vertical-align:middle"/>

I just realized that I never put in that building's description.

It was at least 2 stories tall. Only 2 floors were above ground level.
There was a flat area in "front" - the side by the road, which was also the side that faced the big hill. The flat area was something of a porch, I suppose, though it wasn't too terribly raised, if at all. There was a frontal covering-like thing (a rooflike thing) supported by a series of supports (I think that they were wooden). This supported area was actually rather thick (tall), and appeared to be made of concrete. It had a black top to it, resembling asphalt. The second story was as though its base was somewhat higher than this surface, though one couldn't tell from outside.

The second story was smaller overall than the first. It had a few rooms, each of which was rather cozily sized. There were 4, I think, since each room had two windows, each on a perpendicular (adjacent) wall.
The roof of the second floor was wooden, raised quite thickly before becoming a simply flat-top job.

Both the concrete and the wooden thick sections had raised bits. Or perhaps the concrete ones were lowered bits. Either way, there were these strips that were like they were embossed (or engraved, perhaps). They went vertically.

OK, here was a dream that I had last night.
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2005/IV/20
2049
Tonight, I went to bed early, because I was behind on sleep from before. I went to bed around 1800. I awoke just now having just dreamt.
The dream occurred in a hybrid facility. It was much like the [local general-purpose facility] building, except that one of the upper floors contained my quarters. Also, the basement contained the food-serving facilities. The layout of the food court was unlike that in the [local general-purpose facility]. From the northeast stairwell, an area similar in shape to the northern 1st floor area existed, except that the north side was replaced by restaurants and a multitude of public-area tables and chairs, and the south side had restaurants (instead of the rest of the floor). On the west end, without stairs, there was actually a part that turned southward. One restaurant did occupy the corner, but it was one of the two remaining restaurants that is intriguing. Adjoining the corner restaurant was the restaurant in question. Across the bending main pathway from the restaurant in question, there was one sole restaurant, whose face was toward the north.
Now, the discussion returns to the restaurant in question. It was a [local coffe shop], but it served pizza. I was trying to get a meal, with a slice of pizza as a main item, and a fountain drink (also a difference between it and a normal one), as well as a banana. However, the lady working there (something not necessarily unusual, except that I've only ever been to the one where the one guy works) said something about how it was too late for the "small" (or a synonym for "small") dining plan. What's more, she ended it with the question tag "remember?". In this case, I had another instance of a unique dream memory. I remembered, however, not an event per say, but the data that one could only get an entrée with a side (and a drink) before a certain time, though one could get two sides after that time if something-or-other, and so on. I also had a vague idea of a recollection of being told this, by her, before. Oh, also, when she stopped me from getting my meal (a pizza slice for dinner, and a banana because I needed to eat some fruit, and a fountain drink just because) in its entirety, she used my name as a noun in direct address at the end of the sentence, and accurately at that. I remember that this somewhat surprised me, since I found it odd that she remembered my name.
In any case, things went poorly after that. I got the meal, sans banana, for a [university meal unit], and things went poorly from there. I forgot to get a lid for my drink, so I tried to go back for a lid (my meal was on a tray), but the drink fell down and spilled. Then, when I put my tray down at the table where Marc and Lynda were already seated, I ended up spending quite a while in my room, and it cooled down.
Interestingly, when I put it down where they were seated, they started at a round stand-alone table on the north side of the main path, and they ended up in a booth to the west of the south-turned part of the main path. The seats were to the north and the south of the table.
I forget why I had to return to my room, but I remember that what I was doing kept ending up taking longer and longer, so I ended up being late. I left around about 1926 or 1922, and I knew that my pizza would be cold when I got down there. I also knew that that alone was late, since we were originally to start at 1900.
I got down there (and they had moved), and the pizza was indeed cold. I had some vague idea about asking them (that is, the workers at the restaurant) to microwave, but I have no memory of trying that.
Also, Marc was at the booth immediately north of our own. It was northwest of the bend in the main path, and it was to the north of its sub-path. The seats were to the east and the west of the table. He was seated in the western seats, and he was signing to someone whom I couldn't see, what for the mini-wall, in the eastern seats. I remember that, after he signed something, and one of the other girls at the [local coffee shop] said "My wife and I killed the devil." Note that, in this case, I "knew," or at least had the feeling, that she meant a one-and-only devil occurring in certain mythos, such as those of Abramicism. However, the first correction that I made to her (somehow, I knew better sign language than she did; however, IRL, I know none, though I doubt that the signs for "partner" and "wife" are similar) was that he had signed (or had meant to sign) "partner," instead of "wife," since I had immediately figured out the context: he was referring to when our characters in the D&amp;D campaign killed the attacking imp. Our characters were comrades who had both been there from the beginning, but, come to think of it, there was a third one there: the NPC rogue helped us kill off the imp.
Anyway, it was around that time that I woke up. In writing this, it is now 2141. I now return to bed.
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I had to make some edits, rather obviously.
Oddly enough, after I wrote the DJ entry, I had difficulty getting back to sleep, even though I was behind on sleep, quite tired, and had slept for less than 3 hours before being awakened by the dream.
Hopefully, I'll go lucid soon. I'm primarily hoping that my dry spell on remembered dreams and on lucids are tied together. That way, increased dream recall implies increased lucidity (which we all know anyway).

Well, it's been really long since I've remembered a dream (at least, as nearly as I can remember whether or not I've remembered dreams). OK, so here's something:

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2006/I/8
Today's dream was just weird. I remember being presented with a series of challenges while I was back at home on Christmas Eve. There were supposed to be either 3 or 4 (I forget) sets of 3. Failure to accomplish all of them would result in their being no Christmas. Somehow, I got swept into this whole thing, not realizing that there wasn't exactly a way to cancel it at this point.
The first three, presented by Santa Claus, apparently all involved baking. Specifically, though, they required the verbatim followings of simple instructions on how to ruin recipes. These were all done in the home kitchen. Somehow, though, I failed to correctly ruin the last recipe. Thus, there was no Christmas anticipated. Oddly, none of this was actually being done on Christmas Eve &mdash; it was about two-something in the morning Christmas Day.
Around this time, I woke up, though I have no idea why &mdash; if I had my way about it, I'd still be asleep.
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Obviously, that was originally written much earlier today, though I just a few moments ago remembered my DV DJ. That's what happens when it's been so long.