Abra
Burnt

Been sleeping at air-conditioning without laptop, so haven't been recording dreams.

7/19/11 Dreamt my dream self came to me, made me lucid, and tested my dream ethics. The scenarios began extreme (children coming at me with machetes) and wavered to social faux pas as my dream-granted lucidity steadily waned.
7/20/11 Dreamt of a widow in a bridal gown, and dolphins in a tackle store.
7/21/11 Dreamt of Doctor Who. The Doctor was too arrive in the last few seconds before completing an important proof.

At my parents' house for the weekend. Dreamt I woke up in the camper, and the camper was larger than it normally was. I'm impressed by this. I go into the house, and my sister and mom are around the table chatting about plans for the day. My sister interrupts with, "Hey Abra, watch this!" and tosses a half-dollar sized bit of plastic in the air. It's the bumper from Super Smash Bros., and just like in the game it stays in the air when thrown. I'm astounded by this feat, and try and find out if it's hanging by anything. It's free-floating.

"Is this a dream?" I wonder, pausing for a reality check. I feel control over my surroundings as my sister and mom both look to me. "This is a dream." I wait for them to show some emotion, but they don't. I stabilize by focusing on the wood grain feel of the back of the chair I'm leaning on. I hadn't planned anything. "I guess I'll go outside and fly. You're part of the dream. . . So don't worry about anything bad happening." Mom tells me to have fun, and out I go.

Flying is easy. I can do it by willing myself to float. I get higher by pretending the air is water-like. The sky swirls in neon orange and pink and I can see a dream-version of Lake Michigan; many tendrils of hilly land and road creep from its edges. Cars with headlights glinting weave through the roads. I fly across and the sky changes as if the clouds were only a few stories away. I land somewhere in Illinois (I guess) where a tribe of seventeen-year-old men in the woods are hunting for wives. I get out of there and into a gas station, where two women in their 20's are aware of the dream. I ask them how to fly like Superman, and they tell me to fall and expect to hover. I do and it works. I hover an inch from the concrete, and tilt my body upward to start moving. By titling, my shoe touches the ground, and gravity grabs it. One of the women tries to lift my leg to help, but that surprises me. I'm jarred into a false awakening.

My sister pokes at my foot and I start telling her I was in the middle of a lucid dream. I turn over and actually wake up, sister not even awake.

Resetting my sleep schedule to more socially-acceptable hours (to maximize SPACE ALERT time and such). Recall has been lax. For archival purposes:

7/11/11 - Dreamt of strange thunderstorms which caused fundies to believe it a sign of revelation. During the storm, I was at Italian restaurant. Despite the dream's realism, the restaurant was in many aspects like a restaurant you'd find in Chrono Trigger, cat included.
7/12/11 - Dreamt of going to field training again for fun, with missions approximating Space Alert in mortality (and nobody really cared). Quit in the middle in a "Ha-ha, I can leave at any time. See?" way.
7/13/11 - Dreamt of unconditional love and ugly
7/14/11 - Dreamt of wary love and hate

I'm in a very strange dormitory where the genders are separated by floor, and the bedrooms are large. I am on-call for a position on the third floor. It is midnight. Heading to the second floor, which is all men, I find their lounge is actually a furniture store. Because of this, they have the most comfortable 'lounge' in the entire building. Continuing down the hall and to a new set of stairs lands me in the middle of an illusion. I must defeat two giant peahats to pass. Armed with only a boomerang, eventually I down the foes, feeling very proud (somehow, I knew in the dream that they were monsters of anxiety). I continue to the staircase.

On the third floor, headless female forms are giving birth to strange things on a hospital bed. They give birth to animals, foods, and miniature people. As strange as it sounds, they are actually supposedly unconscious vessels for a new, organic delivery system. Their seed is manipulated and combined to grow the different products and people they birth. For people, somehow their consciousness is transported. With a friend also on-call, I am supposed to aid the deliveries. I hold down the torso of a body while my friend eases the exit of a wolf pup. Doctors monitor our progress behind glass windows, at times directing. The items coming out of our subject become stranger as it writhes in blatant pain and suspiciously coordinated throes. Cobs of corn pass through, and then a human skeleton, dancing with a new soul. That was not supposed to happen, and the doctors rush in to destroy the abomination. I wake up.

Dreamt that I was at a mall which was being ripped apart by some flaw in reality. Only some mall-goers were aware of the pandemonium, and even they didn't react. Others were caught up not in the chaos surrounding, but in conflicts of their own lives. I walked around telling dream characters not to cry, since all their pain would end at the end of the dream. Woke up after putting my arm around a teary girl huddled near a debris-ridden shoe store. The dream was in third person, and I was not me.

Dreamt I was with all the friends I made in a certain six day span. Someone had stolen our art, the art we made for each other. I even had a new mural on my wall for it, but it was missing. As was my parrot. Asking everyone relevant where I could find Nero, nobody had an answer. Finally, someone broke the news to me that I couldn't see her anymore--she had died. I start crying, but hearing Nero chirping and rehearsing in the real world, woke up.