melanieb

After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This dream had many of my common dream signs in it, and I finally used my lucidity for a really good cause.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my house, but it’s not the usual location or layout.I am in a house on a nearby street that leads up the hill to the top of theridge. The house is white, small, and has a wide front porch that is surroundedby an old metal railing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the middle of the front porch is a toilet, the onlyfacility in the house. I walk up and use it just like I was sitting in myprivate bathroom, though I can see the street and people on it as they walk by.I even wave to one of my neighbors as she passes walking her dog. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After using the toilet I walk out front of the house. Jen isgoing to use the toilet and she is upset that people can see her. I’m lookingat the house from the front and I actually can’t see her as the bamboo screenthat shields the house from the sun is rolled down, blocking my view. However,as I walk to the east side of the porch I finally see the trouble; the screendoesn’t cover the side of the porch, and anyone walking by could easily see thetoilet and anyone using it as they approach from that side of the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Waving my hands at Jen and telling her not to use the toiletuntil I find something to block the view, I run back up onto the porch. The first thing I find is a 6-foot long pieceof plywood. It’s wide enough that I can place it over the gap on the side ofthe porch and block the view. I even place my hands on my hips in asatisfactory manner, feeling like I solved the problem. Even then I knew itcould only be a temporary solution.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Shortly following my success I notice the air outside hasbecome chilly, and something in me tells me that it is winter. Jen wants me tohang some wreathes for the season, and I grab the biggest one to take outside.It is solidly made, probably a good four feet across, and considerably heavy.It hangs from some kind of hook though I can’t see it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Jen wants me to hang it on the metal railing of the porch,just above the boxwoods, and I lean in to mount it. I notice that all thesurfaces are covered by ice, as though a recent ice storm coated everything ina layer of frozen precipitation. I reachup to brush off the ice with my glove and have to stop abruptly when I realizeI have knocked a Monarch butterfly out of the ice. It’s slightly frozen, butstill alive, and has landed on top of the bushes.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach to pick it up and as I hold it in my hand I becomelucid. The butterfly becomes even more intricate with detail and color thanbefore, and I stare dumbfounded at the super life-like visual. The poor creatureis struggling to get onto its legs and out of the frost, occasionally moving awing as it tries to recover.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel so sympathetic to this poor creature that I nearlykilled, and my first instinct is to hold it close to my body and breathe warmair over it. I know the heat of my breath can keep it from dying, and as I holdit close I start pouring my heart into it. I can feel waves of emotion leapingout of my chest, like a physical pressure, and as it fills the butterfly it beginsto flutter and shake with energy as though electrified.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I open my hands but it does not fly away. Instead it justsits there and gently flaps its wings every few seconds, as though trying outits body to make sure everything works. Some thought inside my mind fills mewith an overwhelming urge to take the butterfly swimming, despite the coldweather outside, and I walk with it in hand to the back yard. I walk right upto the edge of the in-ground pool and step in, water pouring over me and thebutterfly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The splash is quite a shock, and as I surface I find thecreature is still in my hand. It seems just as fine as me, and I realize I wastesting our ability to breathe in the water. Like me, the butterfly is notaffected by water and can breathe just fine above or below the surface. This isthe first time I’ve ever encountered another dream entity that could share myabilities. I want to talk to it but I merely give it a smile and watch it flyoff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make myself dry and walk back into the house by way of arear bedroom with a sliding glass door. I know it belongs to my son, and forsome reason his floor is covered with dead and dry leaves. I’m a little upsetby this, how he always has a messy room, and my best guess is that he left theoutside door open for several days. I head to the front of the house, shufflingthrough leaves as I go, and I’m amazed that anyone in the house would choose tolive like this.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out through the living room and past the porch potty I makemy way to the front steps. I encounter an annoying neighbor, or friend of a neighbor,and he seems to want to taunt me. He is a thin man with curly red hair perchedon top of his head. His chin is pointy and he wears a thick grey turtlenecksweater that doesn’t disguise his overly thin neck. I hate him immediately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He begins telling me about a party going on down the streetthat I haven’t been invited to, and something about him being better because heknows the people. I reply that I do indeed know those people, they are myneighbor, and their daughter, Ctharlina (yes, I spelled that right, as it was in the dream), is in my daughter’s class at school. Hesays there’s no way my daughter can know theirs, she isn’t nearly old enough,and I have to point out to him that they’ve been going to school together nowfor three years. He scoffs and turns away as if scolded in public. I assume he’sjust some snooty guy from somewhere east, and I don’t give a shit about hisopinion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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So, I managed to go back to sleep around noon today, long enough to have a decent dream.

The thing is, while I thoroughly enjoyed this dream and all its incredible detail, including the lucidity, this dream has some rather adult content.

Feel free to tell me if I should remove this dream.

And now the disclaimer:

THE FOLLOWING DREAM HAS BEEN RATED DV-MA. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. IF THIS IS NOT YOU, PLEASE DO NOT CLICK ON THE SPOILER BELOW. IT CONTAINS STRONG ADULT CONTENT AND SITUATIONS.

[SPOILER="The Porn House"]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in my house but I immediately know somethingisn’t right. I am in my old home, the one I used to share with my mom, and thefeeling is quite disorienting. I know I haven’t lived in the house in manyyears, but here it is in every detail. The arrangement of furniture is a littledifferent, and I didn’t have internet access at the time, yet I have a fullcomputer and my current Droid cell phone. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If the arrangement of furniture wasn’t strange enough, thepresence of my dad in the house certainly was. He has been living in Californiafor decades, and he never visited this house, but he is here and my mom is not.I feel really awkward seeing him sit in one of the recliner chairs a few feetfrom the fire place, his feet up as though everything was normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To top things off on this cake of chaos, I am surfing lotsand lots of porn on the computer. Window after window is open to all kinds oferotic images, and I find it hard to absorb all of what I am seeing. It’sinteresting to me but it doesn’t fit in with my normal web surfing habits. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I continue surfing my porn I happen to see out thewindow; the computer is set upon a shelf that allows a user to face the front yard.Outside the view is different than expected. The neighborhood is that of thehouse I grew up in as a child, and while this is unsettling, it’s still notquite as odd as the porn I’m viewing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Looking out, I spot Jen’s arrival home. She is accompaniedby several friends, and I hastily minimize the computer window and beginlooking at my phone, not wanting her to see what’s displayed on the screen. I’m expecting her to walk into the house butinstead she and her friends spend some time conversing outside the front door. Iwait a moment and then return to the computer for a bit more time surfing adultcontent.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like ten minutes in the dream I hear thegarage door starting to rumble open, and I frantically scramble to minimize thecomputer windows again. I step away and then debate the wisdom of leaving themopen at all, and I turn back with the intention of shutting down InternetExplorer. I can’t quite recall if I actually opened the windows back up, but Iknow I didn’t feel entirely good about how I left them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As Jen walked in I walked away from the computer and towardsa hall bathroom that never existed in the living room in real life. I ask herthe usual questions about her day and how she is, though I also recognize thatshe hasn’t worked in years and it’s odd that she is now. Still, nothing aboutthis dream is normal so I’m becoming accustomed to all the strange events andsights. I do get a bit upset when I askher where our son is and who is watching him and she merely tells me that he is“okay.” [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He’s okay? Who the hell is he with, I wonder? Perhaps hermom? I’m a little put-off by her nonchalant attitude regarding our son’ssupervision. Some part of me tells me he is a baby, and this just adds to myconfusion. I seem to be living in a flashback mixed with current technology andI can’t seem to get away from it. This is when I ultimately realize I’mdreaming, and I immediately become calmer and more accepting of mysurroundings. My real life is far more structured than this and the events aretoo surreal to be anything but a dream. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding finally that all is well I wander back over towardsthe bathroom and continue surfing porn on my phone. Apparently the theme of mydream is sex, and I’m so preoccupied with my viewing that I don’t notice whatis going on in the living room just out of sight. I reach a stopping point andlook back around the corner only to find the computer is now on this side ofthe room and Jen is looking at the pages of porn I had been viewing. Crap.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I come up behind her and inside I’m freaking out, knowingshe won’t like what she sees. I think I said something like, “At least our kidsaren’t around.” I know this won’t go over well, and I’m proven right when shegets up, grabs her purse, and tells me she’s leaving. She starts walkingthrough the living room, and this is when I notice a couple people are sittingin the dark lounging in the recliner chairs and on the sofa. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I watch Jen leave, a last view of her through the partedcurtains. I turn back around and ask the room, “Who are you people, and whatare you doing here?” I can’t even figure out how so many people got in theroom, though I suspect they came in earlier before Jen left and that maybe theyare friends of my son. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Everyone is naked and just lounging around as though it wastheir house. All the people appear to be around the age of twenty, and I feellike we are all in the same age group. I’ve become male, and naked, and this establishes further that I am dreaming. I’m standing in the middleof all these people and as I approach close to one of the guys he opens hismouth and leans forward, as if he is about to suck me off. I’m definitelytempted by his advance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of engaging in anything with the guy I walk overtowards a young woman with dark hair sitting on my bed. My bedroom has becomepart of the living room, and the woman is wagging her finger at me, urging meto come over to her. She is dressed in a white, cottony skirt, and a dark top,and she is plenty eager to be with me, so much so that she leans back and putsher legs in the air. I already know what’s going to happen next so her behavioris not surprising.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kneel down between her legs and begin licking her pussy,feeling quite aroused and excited at the chance to have sex. It has been a longtime since I have been with a woman in this manner, and I demonstrate this withmy eagerness as I bury my face in her. Behind me the naked people start gettingup, realizing that I have settled on being with this woman instead of them, andthey are no longer needed. They walk quietly out of the house, right out thefront door, still naked as though that was how they arrived, discarded justlike the porn on the computer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up and the woman rolls over, exposing her backsideto me. I have a nice clear shot of her asshole, and I bring my penis up to her.She’s tight, and penetrating her isn’t perfectly easy, but I manage it and shefeels good pushing back against me. I’m having the best dream and this is whenmy feet start to slip on the carpet, almost costing me my lucidity. I have to scrambleto maintain my position, but I recover quickly and continue having sex withher. Her body is warm and soft, and despite not knowing her at all I amthoroughly enjoying myself, and plans for later start forming in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in an art class, located in my son’s junior high school.There are students all around, and I seem to be one of them, though I stillfeel like I’m a grown-up. I don’t ask permission to leave the room when I needto go to the bathroom. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk across the hall to the closest bathroom. The halllooks like any typical school building; smooth-brick for the walls, lockers onboth sides, and a dull reflection on the tile from a window at the end of thehall. Nothing seems surprising about my location or my presence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never view myself inside the bathroom but when I walk outand head back to class I find that I am lost. I thought my classroom was just awalk across the hall but I can’t seem to find it. Nothing seems familiar, andthere are lockers where I thought the class door should be.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk a little further along the hall towards my left andfind a corridor that leads to another wing parallel to the one I am in. I walkthrough to this other wing and begin trying doors, hoping I’ll get lucky. Thefirst door I try has kids in it that are too young to be my classmates. Theyappear to be first graders and none seem familiar. They take no notice of me asI step back out and close the door.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I try a second door and again I don’t find my class. Thepeople seem to be the right age but I don’t recognize anyone. It’s clearly thewrong class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find no satisfaction at the third door either. As I openit a nearby teen looks up at me with an expectant look on his face. He appearsto be about 13 years old, thin with dark hair and wearing a collared shirt. Igive him a nervous smile and say, “Hi, older kids. Don’t mind me.” Nearly all the kids in the class are lookingat me as I exit the room, and I feel really uncomfortable.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The last door I try turns out to be my classroom, and myrelief at finally finding it is almost overwhelming. Just as I enter the classI find the bell ringing and it is time for everyone to go to lunch. Everyonewalks out of the classroom, and the teacher leaves through a different doorthat leads outside. I decide to follow her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk outside I recall that the teacher was nice to me,and I want to talk to her. She’s a pretty Asian woman, dressed sharply in a mauvehalf-dress, an unusual yet flattering choice for teaching. Her heels don’t seemto slow her down as she navigates a rock-path that crosses a small stream thatburbles down the slight hill between school buildings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past her and she smiles at me, making a slow turn tofollow my gaze as I pass behind her. If I didn’t know better I would assume shewas flirting with me. I definitely want to impress her, and have her look favorablyat me, so the first thing I do as I get close to her is reach down and pick upsome of the pink goo that has collected along the edges of the stream. Liftinga handful I put it in my mouth, almost biting into it despite its appearance offoam. It tastes pink, unlike gum or frosting but definitely sweet, and pink isthe best word to describe the taste. I hold it up to an unseen audience andwith a mouthful of goo I pronounce it good, and safe to eat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Suddenly doubting my popularity I head back up the gentlehill to the school. There is an outdoor hall in front of me and lots ofstudents are loitering here. This is a good sign to me, and I expect that I won’thave to wait long in line to get my lunch. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in to the cafeteria I am assaulted by the usualnoise and smells that come with a school eating hall. Despite my earlier visitto the bathroom I need to pee again. I go in search of a bathroom and my questtakes me to the far side of the cafeteria. I feel slightly sick from smellingall the food in the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find a bathroom and open the door, only to find itoccupied by a young boy. I apologize and hastily close the door, noticing asign that indicates the bathroom is for boys. I don’t think it was there beforeI opened the door, or I would have noticed it. I certainly wouldn’t have gonein had I seen the sign.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The next door over is another bathroom, and this one alsohas a sign on it indicating it is intended for males. I gently push against thedoor and it slowly opens, revealing an empty room with four stalls jammed closetogether on one wall and a trough on the other. There is no toilet and no sinkin the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk into the tiny closet of a room, because I really needto pee. Because there is no toilet I am debating if I could use one of theexisting receptacles, but there is also no toilet paper, and this distressesme. As I complete my turn I notice there is also no lock on the door, and infact a square-foot chunk of the door is missing where a door-lock wouldnormally be. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid as I open the door, finding myself standingthere with my pants down around my ankles. I know it’s a dream because I wouldnever stand in any unlocked bathroom with my clothes down, let alone thecafeteria I begin walking in to. Emerging from the other bathroom is the kid Isaw earlier, and like me he has his pants down also. I feel sorry for him as helooks very embarrassed, but in contrast I am quite calm. Knowing it’s a dreamallows me not to worry about the people in the cafeteria, most of whom seem notto have noticed me anyway. My only concern is to find some toilet paper.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at the Zilker Hillside Theater, in Zilker Park. I’mhappy that my mom has brought me to dance at the hillside, even though she hastaken some risk in bringing me. A friend of mine is with me and we are runningaround, playing and being excited.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at a 7-11, and I’m escaping the storm outside. The rainis heavy, and as I think about it a TV appears and shows the weather radar witha perfect image of the central Texas counties affected. The image is in motionjust like it would appear if I was watching TV in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve mad my way into the aisle with the chips, and somethingby the newspaper stands has distracted me, possibly the newspapers themselves.I find myself staring at them, transfixed by something that hasn’t appeared. Ibecome lucid and realize I’m trying to make something appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A nearby customer, someone young, spots me and asks me, “Whyare you staring at those newspapers?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my head I have a debate with myself about what Ishould say.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Why am I staring at them? I know nothing is going tohappen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Should I tell him? He’ll just think I’m crazy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-If I don’t tell him he’ll think I’m crazy anyway.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Maybe he’ll think I’m hiding something. I don’t want him toknow I’m dreaming.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-He’s still waiting for an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally look up at him and just shrug my shoulders,letting him figure it out on his own. He scowls at me, waves his hand at me indismissal and walks out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m already letting it go, no longer worrying about hisopinion. I turn back around and realize I’m in the chips aisle so I might aswell be eating chips. A bag of Funyuns appears in my hand, and I reach in andgrab a few. I’m eating them and I like them but they aren’t as oniony as Iwould like them to be, and now I’m thirsty. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think, “Well, I am in a 7-11.” and I suddenly have aSlurpee in my hand; It’s cherry flavored, and tastes so very good. (ApparentlyI can conjure drinks better than snacks) I suck on the straw and the drinkfills my mouth, though time seems to fly by and my drink is gone before I getto savor it. It was a fairly small cup.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Times New Roman]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked back out of the store towards the street, noticingthe store is located at a corner a few blocks from my house instead of where itis normally located further down the main road. In the street outside I seeseveral feet of water flowing along the gutter. It’s abnormal for that quantityof water to flow along the street, and as I watch the flood moving down theroad I start worrying about my son who is camping in Bastrop. I reason that ifAustin is getting this much rain, he likely is also, especially since I saw theradar image showing the rain moving that direction.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve only slept two-and-a-half hours but I’m already beingwoken by my neighbor’s contractors. They are loud and moving about not far frommy bedroom. I’m listening to their words as they cuss and talk about the moldingson his house. I really hate them.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I fall back asleep but I can now see their words floating inthe air above me as they penetrate the wall by my head. The words are white andbold, as though someone typed them in their air. I am shooting them with mylaser rifle for points. Words that end in -y- are worth 7 points, words thathave a -th- in them are worth 5 pointsand any word that ends in -s- is worth 3 points. All other words are worth oneunless it ends in a double vowel.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While playing this game I can see my score adding up on anearby scoreboard mounted inside the wall to my right. Normally this would bewhere my closet is. I’m listed as the Home team. The Visitor team hasn’t shotyet and their score is zero. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m suddenly aware of fans sitting in bleachers on the edgeof the room, and most are cheering for me. I look down at the clothes I’mwearing and find they are bright blue. I suddenly become lucid, rememberingthat blue is my dream sign (as listed in my workbook) and I touch my shirtwhile looking down at it. My hand becomes blue, absorbing the color from theshirt like a paper towel absorbs water, and I start laughing. I can’t believemy hand is actually blue! I turn it this way and that to make sure it is real,counting my fingers and finding all five are in place. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe my RC actually worked, and the wonder of itmakes me feel like I’m about to lose my dream. I start reciting,” I amdreaming, I am dreaming!” and my dream stabilizes. My surroundings have changedinto a basketball court but this doesn’t suit me. I’ve never been one to standout and perform, even hating being inside the gym in high school. I know I can’tjust walk out without a reason so I shoot directly at a blank spot in thebleachers, creating a hole just big enough to walk through if I bend over. Thismakes the crowd cheer with a roar![/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I drop my gun, which looks something like a Tommy Gun mixedwith a child’s toy, white and plastic and cheap-looking. I don’t need it anylonger and I really just want to go somewhere else. I walk through the hole,passing the faceless opposing team as I do, words coming out of their mouthssimilar to the ones I was shooting but smaller. Their heads seem too small fortheir bodies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I see the janitor up ahead mopping the floor. He’s old,wearing coveralls and using a silver pail for his water instead of the bigmop-bucket on wheels that I am used to seeing. As I approach he offers me themop he’s using and just as I take it, I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Stupid contractors are still outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love falling back to sleep on wekeends. This totally made up for the sad feelings I had during the previous dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Falling back into sleep following a previous dream I findmyself back in my room at my mom’s house. I’m sitting on the floor andlistening to my stereo. In my lap is my stuffed Poof Dog which has been with mesince childhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a flash I suddenly become lucid and remember the Task ofthe Month, though I don’t think of the words. I simply remember that I’msupposed to bring my toy to life. My Poof Dog grows in size and becomes alive,and I stand up because he is too bouncy on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I immediately want to test his abilities so I open the doorto my balcony. He follows me through the door and we are now looking over myback yard, about eight feet below. This is a pretty high jump for a person evenwith the soft grass below, and I suspect it might also be high for a dog withshort legs like he has, yet something inside me believes he will be just fine.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Jump!” I commanded him, and I waved my arm in anexaggerated sweeping motion. He squeezed in between the support beams and leaptto the ground below where my friend was looking up at us. My friend seemsunsure about this move, and she says he might get hurt. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“He’s fine! See?” I say to her as he briefly stumbles andthen walks towards the back door of the house, wagging his tail happily. “Iknew he could do it because you can’t get hurt in the dreamworld.” Poof Dog stridesright in the back door and bounds up the stairs to return to me. I pat him onthe back as he licks my other hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]Then my neighbor slammed his car door outside mybedroom window and I woke up.[/FONT]

This dream was odd. I had lucid and non-lucid moments, but my athletic ability to climb was truly surprising.

And so many dream signs!


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The day is Halloween, and I am with my kids scrambling toget them ready to go over to their grandparent’s house. Last minute touch-upsto costumes and making sure the front door is locked, we leave and head over totheir side of town.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the dream their house is on a side street along SouthFirst, far from their real home. A privacy fence surrounds the front yard andI’m not accustomed to walking through a gate to get to their door. Inside thehouse the living room is decorated for a Halloween Party, and a few pumpkinscan be found in the corners of the room instead of outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The clock says it is close to 7:00 P.M. but the sky stillhas light in it. I am just about to leave with the kids when the phone rings.The random person who answers it tells me that my daughter’s teacher is on thephone, and I can’t imagine what could be so important that she would call onHalloween night. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the corded white phone I say Hello with aquestioning sound, still not sure what could be so important as to call now.She explains that she is in north Austin and wants to know if the neighborhoodaround the school is a good place for trick-or-treating, knowing we live rightacross the street from the school. I wonder why she is in north Austin when Iknow she lives southwest.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Gesturing with my hand as I speak I explain to her thatnormally she could come visit us and see that the school neighborhood is agreat place for trick-or-treating, but seeing as we are at the grandparent’shouse we aren’t handing out candy at home this year. I think about whichneighborhood I should recommend, debating in my mind the best places for candyand finding people home. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you should try the neighborhood around the school,“I tell her. “There are lots of people around with kids and there will be morecandy than going to some of the western neighborhoods. Of course, you couldalways come visit us off South First, lots of people over here giving outcandy.” I smile thinking about how much fun the kids are going to have, brieflywishing I could be one also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s already 7 o’clock. You probably have about 90 minutesto trick-or-treat, and every 30 minutes you delay reduces the chances ofgetting a good supply of decent candy. It would probably take you too long toget here. I suggest you either stay where you are or try the neighborhoodaround the school.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel disappointed that we won’t get to see her and herkids for Halloween but the thought of being helpful lifts my spirits. I reallywant them to have a good time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get off the phone and walk from the dining hall to theliving room, finding myself in the house I shared with my mom in the early90’s. I walked out the front door and found it was daytime, perhaps earlier inthe day than before, though I still felt it was just after 7P.M. People werearound inside and out as though I was holding a party, so I assumed that I mustbe having people over. Even my neighbors were out walking about the street butI did not recognize any of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the driveway stood a man with a motorcycle, an oldermodel clearly in need of repair. The body was black but the rims of the bikewere golden instead of the normal chrome typically found on bikes like this.The biker was likewise dressed in black, and his clothes appeared a bit rattyas though he had been wearing them for years. His attire seemed odd consideringhow hot it was outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man turned off the bike’s engine as I approached andwalked to the opposite side of the bike from me. I noticed that fluid wasleaking from a seam close to where the front poles attached to the frame of thebike, and as I bent down to inspect it closer the leak intensified. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Your bike is leaking!” I said this with urgency, though notquite a shout. The man stopped and looked back to where I had indicated. “Isthat a problem?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think it might be.” He said this matter-of-factly andthen smiled at me, his handlebar mustache flaring up as his dirty teeth peekedout from between his chapped lips. His oversized round goggles made his faceseem overly cheery despite the spike on his classic-style helmet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The liquid came in contact with some hot part on the bikeand began to steam/smoke. The smell was part gasoline and part coolant, anunusual smell for a motorcycle. Some of the paint on the front column began todisappear, exposing grey metal beneath. I began to back away from the bike,expecting it to catch fire at any moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This seemed like a good time to go indoors, and I headedupstairs. For some reason I felt I needed the phone again, and I grabbed it offa table in my upstairs room. People were out on my balcony and I looked aroundfor a quiet place to talk on the phone, the music playing in my room too loudfor a private conversation. I was aboutto choose the closet or bathroom as a good place to talk when something caughtmy eye outside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Quickly turning to my right I heard a crashing soundaccompanied by a frightening rumbling sound, similar to the effect of a tankpassing by. I looked out the window and past the people sitting outside to seea yellow crane passing my house and turning to crash over the fence between myproperty and the neighbor’s house. A large scoop/wrecking ball was attached toa cable at the front of the crane.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Moderately upset that the man had driven the crane over myproperty and left deep grooves in the yard I suddenly realized that if he wasgoing to trash and demolish the furniture around the backyard pool I should askif I could have first-crack at some of the stuff before it became trash. Therewas some nice furniture over there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned again and raced through the room, passing right onby the stairs to the first floor. I needed a quicker way down and I foundmyself on the front balcony, a structure that didn’t normally adorn the housebut something I had always wanted, and would have placed there had I built thehouse myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I found myself looking out from the third floor of what wasnormally a two-story house, and I briefly wondered how I was going to get downsafely if I wasn’t using the stairs. Becoming suddenly aware I was dreaming Iknew the best way down would be to vault over the railing and lower myself downto the second floor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting over the rail was easier than I expected, and eventhe rough wood gave me no splinters as I climbed down. I did not feel my weightas I expertly lowered my feet to the second floor railing, the rough woodproviding plenty of grip to keep me from falling. Remaining on the outside ofthe railing as I brought my body down I repeated the maneuver I used, quicklyfinding myself just four feet above the ground. An easy landing brought me tothe grass in the front yard where the driveway should normally be, and I ranalong the side of the house to catch up with the mighty yellow beast.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fence was destroyed and a moderate pile of debris andwhat used to be patio furniture sat next to the pool. I almost skidded as Imade the turn into the yard, running past the crystal clear water and over tothe patio near the hot-tub. I managed to catch the attention of the manoperating the vehicle as he approached. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man was dressed in a blue button-up shirt, patternedlines all over the material. Khaki shorts and loafers completed his outfit, andhe stood before me like a man unsure of how to react. He appeared to be in hislate 40’s and was balding slightly on the top of his head. I suspected hisancestry to be northern European, his face round but flat on top with a widemouth and thin lips. He didn’t seem like someone who smiled often.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Melanie. Welcome to theneighborhood! I was wondering, if you’re going to demolish everything could Ilook over any of the furniture or other things before you destroy them?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I gave him my most pleasant smile as I asked, dipping myhand in the beautiful water of the hot-tub, surprised to find it cold andinviting, just like the nearby pool. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lookeddown and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Shucky darn, “he replied. “I haven’t decided yet if I’mgoing to demolish everything. I guess so.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I believed he was indicating I could look around for thingsI liked though he never was any clearer with his answer. I turned my gaze tothe house over my right shoulder and saw a young girl, presumably his daughter,staring out at us from a wide window in the kitchen. She was probably aroundten years old, pretty, with long hair and a blue shirt. She sat on a stool andturned her head to the side when I looked at her, as though she was avoiding mystare. She seemed meek, possibly unsure of what was going on and how to react. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The kitchen was beautiful and seemed fitting for such a nicehouse. Wide, well-lit spaces with new appliances and furniture that looked likeit was made from polished bamboo or some other light-colored wood. I wasenvious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing I had done what I set out to do I knew it was timeto leave, telling myself that I didn’t want to upset this guy, particularly ifhe was going to be my new neighbor. He seemed like a nice dream character, Idecided. When I wake up, I thought, I should tell the people on DreamViewsabout him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked back over to my house and entered through the reardoor, the messy floor immediately coming into focus. The party must have endedand everyone had left, possibly when the giant construction vehicle had showedup. It had been a little scary.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I got some sleep last night and I had some interesting dreams. This one was lucid, involved flying, and I remembered DreamViews and the lovely people here!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have a false awakening and I’m lying in my bed at my dad’shouse in California. I find I am not in his current house but the one he hadwhen he lived in Alameda for 25 years. The bed is near the corner of the roomand to my left (while lying on my stomach) is a window, brightly lit by themorning sun. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The window is covered by paper shades, a thin material thatrolls up just like a typical window blind. I lift it up and when my eyes adjustto the bright scene I see the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene to wake up to. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I should see another house from this window, but Ifind myself looking at water instead. I decide I want some pictures to show thepeople on DreamViews, to show off how beautiful the scene I wake up to is. Ifind my camera on the table and place it near the window. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking closer, I realize the window is a bit dirty, and Istart rubbing the glass with my finger. It isn’t working as well as I wouldlike, and I think how I hate this effect in dreams. I appear to be aware thatI’m dreaming but I can’t control anything yet. I continue cleaning the glass asbest as I can, hoping to make a nice clean spot for my camera lens. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noting that some of the dirt is on the outside of the windowwhere I can’t clean, I give up and place my camera near the window. I move thecenter-point around, trying to get the camera to focus properly and adjustexposure, cursing myself for not bringing my film camera. The scene finallyresolves into focus, and I notice that I’m looking out at the bay, not theocean. In the background of the picture, across the water, is a large greymountain that doesn’t normally appear anywhere in the Bay Area.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stare at the mountain for a minute, trying to figure outhow it got there. It’s not like a normal mountain, covered with trees orsnow-capped. Instead it’s almost smooth, as though it was covered with slopedglaciers. Fracture lines are visible in what appears to be ice, though I havenever before seen a glacier so dull.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take a couple pictures of this scene and decide I would ratherhave some pictures from the beach, so I get up and walk out of the house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I would have to walk a few blocks and make someturns to even see water from his house, let alone get anywhere near a beach. Onthis day, however, an alley ran right along the side of the house which ledstraight to the water. I really wanted to fly to the beach and get therefaster, but normal flight didn’t fit in with my desire to swim, so Icompromised and flew on an air mattress. Like most of my flying dreams I movedas though I was in water, lying on the air mattress and pushing my handsagainst the air to move forward. I knew I was dreaming for sure but I had nodesire to change anything.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I flew past many houses and a couple of apartment buildingsas well, and as I came over a slight rise in the landscape I could finally seewater ahead of me. It was a pretty scene, and I tried taking pictures here butthe view wasn’t as open as I would like, and people kept interfering with myview of the water. I knew waiting would work out better.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Arriving at the beach I floated on through a cave in therock to a beach cove that had the most beautiful ocean access. The cove waswide, surrounded by rock except for the cave behind me, and had a nice sandybeach that any surfer would be proud of. The rock walls behind me shaded thecove from the early sun, and a number of families had set up their belongingsin the protected sides of the cove to avoid the wind. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I floated along the length of the beach and just took in theview for a minute. I remembered while I was there in the first place and tookout my camera, fixing my view on a distant buoy perhaps a half-mile out. Ittook my camera a while to focus but this time I was happy to not have anymountains in my view, just the beautiful ocean with some small white caps. Icouldn’t have been happier, and I thought about how great the pictures would bewhen I showed everyone on DV.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Last night I had many dreams that I remembered in the night,but this morning I have forgotten most of them. Popeye is on behind me, andthat stupid song he sings is really hurting my brain, and my recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Let’s see what I remember.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I recall walking along Barton Springs Road, by the DiamondShamrock. Water was falling somewhere, from something. I remember a drainageditch, and the water was green. People had been drinking from it, I believe.The water was reported to be good by someone but it was having a bad effect onpeople. I was convinced that something needed to be done about it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I remember being at Republic Park, and I had walked to thepark from the old court house across the street. I had a time of lucidity herewhen I decided to climb one of the trees, I think it was oak. As I climbed Iknew I was dreaming because (1) I could climb the tree with ease, (2) the barkdid not hurt my hands, and (3) when I finally jumped down from a high branchthe landing didn’t hurt at all. I failed to do a RC of any kind, but I alreadyknew I was dreaming. I called up to my son’s friend, Seamus, who had alsoclimbed the tree, and told him to jump down. I told him it would be okay andwouldn’t hurt because this was a dream. He jumped and was fine.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had a feeling that I had already jumped before, which alsocontributed to my feeling of being safe in the tree. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking away from the tree I approached the street and mydaughter was there, with one of her friends. Seamus either morphed into my sonor disappeared and was replaced by my son. It happened behind me so I’m notsure which, I just know Seamus wasn’t there any longer, and my son was. Mydaughter’s friend was likely the same age as her but I knew my son liked thegirl, so I willed her to be older, about 10 years old instead of 7. She agedand her clothes changed slightly, and I sat down behind her and watched my sonsmiling. I don’t know why he liked her as she was so young (though I had triedto help him out by making her older) but I figured who was I to stop him fromliking someone? They talked for a little while and I sat and looked around,noticing we were in a classroom and sitting on stools, a blackboard behind myson. The wall was colorful with papers stapled all over it, undoubtedlycreations of children who used the classroom. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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So, a little background. I was attempting to have a Lucid Dream to meet Tom Selleck, inspired by the Task of The Month thread. I would normally attempt to see Isaac Asimov (I'm a big fan) but as he is dead and I only ever saw a few pictures of him, I decided that Tom Selleck would fit as I spent a lot of time as a child watching Magnum P.I. and I still think he's awesome!


The first thing I remember is being in my home, though it was a little different as there were shelves all over the place, and they were filled with items like suntan lotion, beach balls, flip-flops, and the whole place smelled like coconut oil and rubber. I said to myself, "I must be in Hawaii!" and as I said this I turned around to find myself facing the beach. I was close to the waterline, perhaps ten feet from where the small waves were gently rolling up on the sand. Around me were a number of people, all busy moving umbrellas and lighting equipment and some cases that contained equipment of some kind.

Immediately I thought , "Ooh! I'm going to meet Tom Selleck! I wonder where he is?" I saw a tiki bar to my left and I headed in that direction, knowing it might be a good place to find him. On the way there I realized I was very thirsty, and I couldn't wait to get to the bar. A large equipment case was near me, placed halfway in the water, and there was a Ginger Ale on top. I saw a guy who I thought I recognized nearby and I asked him, "Do you mind if I have some of your drink?" He turned around and I was disappointed to find that it was Stephen Spielberg. He looked bothered that I had asked to have some of his drink but he just said, "Yeah, go ahead."

I didn't hesitate to pop the tab on the can and drank a third of the beverage in no time. I placed it back down and said, "Here. I only drank a third of it." He grumbled but didn't say anything about it. He instead approached me directly and said, "We need you on set right over there." He pointed to a nearby spot in the water where the crew was setting up props, and I realized I was an actress. I looked down and decided that I wanted to be wearing a grass skirt, and by the time I saw my lower half the skirt was there.

Despite Stephen Spielberg's lackluster attitude I was excited, and I asked, "Is Tom Selleck around here? I really want to meet him." The director replied, "He's not here today." and walked off, leaving me standing in the waves. I was sad, and my disappointment ended any chance of lucidity I had.

I walked back to the hotel and went to my room, a large space with big windows and white curtains and sheets. The bed was large and soft, and I sat down on it. The walls were brown, and normally I wouldn't pick that color for walls but it looked nice. TV didn't interest me so I went downstairs to the bar. I was going to order a drink but I realized I needed to use the bathroom and went off to the side of the bar and back into the stockroom, where a toilet was located and surrounded by clutter. I had to pull it out from the clutter to even be able to sit on it.

Apparently tropical drinks weren't agreeing with me that day and I had a fairly soft *poop* that I wanted to get rid of before anyone saw me. I thought I was reaching for the toilet paper but instead I was using paper towels, which were effective in cleaning my butt yet also effective at spreading the mess. I got some on my shirt at one point and I clickly removed that.

When I finally cleaned myself up I went back out to the bar and PhilosopherStoned was tending bar. He had a large scar on his head and was wiping down glasses with a rag. He just gave me a smug look and I walked on past.

I stepped from the bar to an office building, or school (not sure which) that was located in the city of Westlake Hills, on the west side of Austin. The office(?) was managed by a large black woman in a blue uniform, and she was chewing gum.

And then my dream ended.