Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in a classroom, trying to do some work. I sat down in the front row, and this black guy who resembled someone I went to elementary school with who was sitting next to me kept bugging me. I kept telling him to stop. I'd get up and move down a seat, but he'd keep bugging me. I was getting frustrated.

~

I was at my childhood neighbor's house. They have a very big family IWL (they have 4 kids; 3 boys and a girl) but now, there were even more people there. There were two other little girls there as well besides their daughter, who was having a birthday that day, her 15th. Wow, I couldn't believe she was already 15.

The two other little girls, though, there was something different about them. They looked normal enough, but they were made in a Sim game; they were real, but they weren't. It's hard to explain. I don't even really understand it.

Anyway, I was going to spend the night there. I remember one of the other little girls, a girl of probably 10 or 11 with blonde hair was there. I think I was playing with her or talking to her. I knew how much the dad loved her. I couldn't imagine how terrible it would be if something happened to her. I don't really know why I was thinking about that.

At some point, I saw my dad walking around looking at something. I saw him and then I saw my mom. My parents were here! I was so happy to see them! They had not told me that they were going to be in town, but oh well. I was just happy that they were there.

~

I was working at the bakery. I had just gotten there. It was evening time, and I was supposed to get off at 8pm. All the lights were off for some reason; I couldn't even hear the humming of the cases or any kind of electrical appliance. Yet we were still open. Weird. I thought about how that had happened before.

I was working with Kaitlin, a girl that works there IWL. She had broken up this big sugar cookie that had M&Ms in it and put it in large sample cups, but kept it behind the counter. I thought maybe she wanted to eat it. I then saw that she had found all these cake orders somewhere, but I had no idea where they had come from. One was a box of all these different slices of different cakes. It was a "variety cake box" that someone had ordered. The box it was in was colorful and advertised the fact that it was a "variety cake box". There were two of these sitting up on the counter. I saw some cakes in plastic packaging on the floor behind the counter as well.

I then was by myself for a little bit because Kaitlin went to lunch. I kept going out from the back and picking up another sample thing of those cookies to eat. I was also trying to help customers, but I didn't feel like I was doing a good job. I then was on the phone, which was on the right side of the wall as opposed to the left, and it was an older guy asking me if there were any locations in Nashville. I told him I didn't think so, but I'd check. Normally, there is a laminated list of store names, numbers, locations, and phone numbers on the wall by the phone for reference. I was looking for it, but some new lists had gotten put up, though I don't remember what they were. They looked shiny and new though, very white with a fresh coat of laminate. I finally found the list, thinking that maybe there was an Antioch location, but alas, there wasn't. I got back on the phone with him to tell him there wasn't. He asked if I knew when there would be one built, and I told him I wasn't sure.
"Oh ok..." he said.
I then had an idea.
"Sir, what's your phone number? I can call you when I know one is going to be built." I knew this may be quite a long time from now, or never, but I offered anyway.
"Oh, thank you, sweety." he said, but his tone made it sound like he didn't want me to call.

I couldn't decide whether or not to ask him to clarify whether or not he wanted me to call, but I felt like if I did, I'd be annoying him, so I didn't say anything. I didn't hear anything on the other line, so I guess that was him saying goodbye. I hung up the phone.

I then heard a lady out by the counter saying that she was from somewhere I can't remember right now and that she was just looking. I was really tired at this point for some reason. I went out there and she was looking at the decorated cake book. She was a short, older black woman wearing a red vest like they do at Walgreens. Maybe she was a Walgreen's employee. I don't think I ended up helping her. I think Kaitlin was back now and she was helping her instead. I felt even more useless now.

I then was at Subway for a short 10 minute break. I realized that I was not on my lunch, but was still on the clock, and I had left the store. Oops. I saw Taylor, a guy I work with. He was there as well on his lunch. I told him I felt like I just had to get out of the store for a little bit.

Then, I was back at the bakery, and Patti, one of the decorators, was coming in. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was working 7-close. She didn't seem happy about it. I recalled a conversation I had with her about the new scheduling system and how it was going to interfere with her watching her grandkids in the evening (I really did have this conversation with her IWL). I thought to myself the nightmare is coming true.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the house I grew up in by myself. I went into the dining room, where I was apparently cooking something on the table. I noticed that there was a puzzle on the table next to whatever I was cooking, and it was on fire. There were other things on fire as well. I froze, trying to figure out what to do. I decided to just pour water on it. I did, and it put the fire out. I examined the puzzle pieces on the table to see if they looked burnt, but they didn't; they looked completely untouched. Upon further examination, I thought I saw some small black spots on the pieces that had been burning, but I may have been looking too hard.

I was telling someone about the fire, saying that my cat had also caught on fire (I don't remember this happening in the first part but I remembered it as I was talking on the phone as if it did actually occur, if that makes sense). I believe I was on the phone. I told them that I had poured water on the flames to douse them.

~

I was working at the bakery, but it wasn't anything like the bakery IWL. It actually looked more like a food court place at a college that I worked at very briefly. Cherie' was working there with me. We were there at night closing. We were cleaning the floors.

There was a point where I was on a computer, filling out this thing to send my friends free socks. I could pick the color and everything. For one of the pairs I sent, I picked a muted teal color. I sent some to a guy I knew in college named Mason. I also sent some to my mom and Jeremiah. I "remembered" my mom loving them. I finished sending them. I asked Jeremiah, who was on a computer, if he had received the socks yet. I don't remember his answer. I hoped that everyone liked the socks.

~

I went back into the coffee shop, because apparently, I was switching jobs again. I think I had already gotten hired. I was there to talk to the managers. I went inside, and it looked so much different than IWL. It was more long-ways, with a back counter that was also quite long. The floors, walls, and ceilings were dark-colored. It was quite busy. I was sitting at a table close to the counter. I then got up and for some reason, a lady that was sitting by the wall started to spout off her order to me. She wanted an Italian sandwich, and she was also telling me about how much meat she wanted on it or something. She asked what breads were good, but she used a different wording. I told her we had white and wheat, but I really liked the Italian 5-grain. I don't remember which bread she got, but I got up and went behind the counter. I had no idea how to fill her order. Why had I even taken it?

One of the managers, a middle-aged man with dark hair and a dark beard, then came up to me. He seemed super fake-friendly to me. I told him I had worked there when the previous owners owned it, and it was like he didn't even hear what I said. He completely ignored me and started talking. He was talking slowly and looking away from me as he talked. We started to walk back to a back office. At some point, I met his wife who also owned the shop now.

We were then back out in the cafe', and I was sitting down at the same table again. The guy and his wife were both there now. I wondered if this was an interview, or if I already had the job; I couldn't remember. I also wondered if that woman had ever gotten her sandwich. She was still there at any rate. I imagined that she had probably complained. I then again told the guy that I had been there when the shop first opened, and I was there for four years. He said
"Oh really?" He really didn't seem that interested.
I then asked him what hours I would work, if I would open or close. He said I'd mainly be closing. I told him I didn't really like closing, but I preferred mornings. I then asked him what their operating hours were, and he said 7am-11pm. Ugh, closing that late? Really? Eff that.

I then was getting up to leave, and I had my doubts about them hiring me. They really didn't seem too interested in me, and I had made that comment about closing.

I was then walking somewhere in a back alley with Dallas. I was really pissed about the owners being such arrogant dicks.
"What a faggot!" I said very angrily as we walking. I threw something down on the ground. (IWL I don't ever use the word "faggot". It's interesting that I chose it here.)
"You'll just have to get another job," said Dallas. He handed me a paper restaurant cup of soda. I threw that on the ground, and it was very satisfying for some reason; it hit the ground just the right way and made just the right noise. I said again
"What a faggot!" I was really pissed.

I woke up from this dream kind of confused. I didn't open my eyes, but kept them closed as I thought about why I would quit my bakery job because I love it. I didn't want to work at the coffee shop again. After a little bit, I started to realize that I had been dreaming, and that wasn't really what was happening. I felt immensely relieved.

~

I was supposed to start work at that coffee shop, but for some reason, I had to get surgery on my lower back first. It had something to do with being inside this weird, cylindrical room with some big metal pole inside of it. It was some kind of mixer or something? I'm honestly not sure, but to operate it, I had to get something in my lower back fixed.

I was then in the cylindrical room, holding onto the metal pole. There was something on the bottom of the pole, some kind of platform or something, that I was standing on. It started to go up. I was quite close to the wall, and hoped that I didn't get squished or hurt.

I then decided not to get the surgery. Why bother? I didn't really want that job anyway. The airport called me and I cancelled my flight to Switzerland, which was apparently where I would have to get the surgery. I still wanted the meds though; they had already written me a prescription for three types of meds, one being a pain killer. Mk went to pick them up for me. She texted me something about them as she was doing so, asking me a question about them so she made sure she got the right things.

I then received a phone call. I looked at my phone, and it was from a country called "Nigiri". I knew that was where my connecting flight was supposed to be. I answered, and the guy on the other line had a very thick accent. He was trying to confirm my flight, which was boarding at that time, and I told him I had cancelled it. He had me hold on for a second, then he told me that it would be a $15 cancellation fee. I told him that I had cancelled the other flight earlier, and I had gotten no such fee. I don't think we said anything else.

I then was talking to Mk via text again. She was asking me which dog breed she should pick out. She gave me two options. I picked one, and then she came in with two dachsunds that were mixed with some other breed. I was playing with them and hugging them. They were so cute and fun!

I then was driving to the liquor store. It was a Sunday afternoon (liquor stores are closed here on Sundays IWL), and the parking lot was packed full. I had to drive around to the side to find a place to park. I figured it was the after-church crowd.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work at the bakery. I was walking by a room where the managers were having a meeting. None of them were in their work clothes. I saw my manager there. Her back was to me and her hair was half pulled up in a short, high ponytail. I thought about how different she looked when she was back here working.

I then had to approach her about something. We were still inside, but I had to wade through this high grass that was flooded with this milky white water. The discoloration of the water was caused by chemicals that were being used on the grass for some reason. I was worried about the chemicals making me sick. I finally got to the other side. I looked down at my leg, and there was this huge bruise that took up my whole kneecap. It then started to move around on my leg. I wondered if I was seeing things, but no, it was clearly moving. I then saw this weird brown streak coming from a healing scab. Someone, a female employee, pointed it out and asked what it was. I thought it was a sign of infection in my blood, as was the moving bruise. I was afraid that it would move to my heart and kill me. I started to panic. I said
"I need to go to the hospital. Call 911. Call an ambulance!"
I then started to overflow with panic, thought about the ambulance fee, and I passed out.

I was feeling like I was buried beneath consciousness; I felt like I was out quite deep. I started to surface, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was at work, sitting next to my manager, Shannon, on a grey bench attached to a wall. I guess nothing was wrong with me. I looked down at my knee, and it looked better and less bruised. I looked up and asked Shannon
"What happened? Was I just panicking?"
She responded
"Yes."
She then gave me a copy of the hospital bill. It had a description of everything they did and how much it cost. For instance, the used a strong anti-anxiety of some sort to calm me down, and that cost $321. That's the only figure I remember though. It listed the life flight to a different state's hospital, which was in a jet instead of a helicopter, evaluation, and showed that I was good to go home that day because nothing was wrong with me. I felt bad because I didn't want to waste anyone's time, and I felt like I had.

I then was behind the counter, and I was trying to call my best friend Mk. I got her voicemail. Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears. She said the usual, that she wasn't available, and then she started to apologize for something about some chemical company she was apparently working for. Then she went on to say leave a message. I then noticed a customer, a woman, and I quickly hung up the phone and said
"I'm so sorry! I was trying to call my friend!"
She gave me a smile and a stare, as if to say she knew and I shouldn't have been doing that.
"What can I get for you?" I asked with a smile.
She then started to walk to the other side of the case to point out what she wanted, and then I woke up.

~

I was leaving the apartment to go to work or something. Dallas was there, and it was daytime. I opened the door to leave when my cat, Belle, ran out. Ugh, I really didn't want to chase her down. I waited, trying to see where she would go. She paused, and then started to go down the stairs. She got to the bottom, and instead of a parking lot, it was a small grassy field. I finally got to her and grabbed her. I remember grabbing her tail and another part of her and pulling her to me. I picked her up to take her back inside.

Then, it was like she was a child, and asked if she could go out to this different part of the field when I got home. I told her no. I think I told her no because the spot she wanted to play in was muddy.

~

Something about work, about me clocking in late a few times for some reason, like from coming back from lunch and being late getting to work. I was worried about getting fired. The rooms I was in for a lot of this dream were dark. Something about someone calling my current manager by her real name, Sherry.

~

I was working at the bakery, and had been there for only a week. I was sitting in this very large back room at a long table. Across from me sat my old manager, Sherry. She was my manager again now. Also, my friend Courtney S. from my old job was working there now too.

I then was in another part of the back room. As I entered it, I saw racks full of perfectly iced coffee cakes and such. Courtney S. and Patti, a lady I work with currently, were both back there. I knew Courtney had done the racks of perfectly iced coffee cakes, even though she had only been there for a few days. I asked her what I needed to do. She told me that I needed to scrub the doors. I think they were doors to the ovens. I then started to do it. I also had to get on a step ladder to clean on this blue, cylindrical fan-type thing. It was caked with bread dough. It was used to cool it down, or something weird, I'm not sure. At any rate, I had to use this special tool to scrape the dough out. I didn't use it at first, but then I switched to it. It worked much better. I kept thinking about how pissed I was that I had to work under Sherry again, when she was part of the reason I quit my old job in the first place. I "remembered" speaking with the old store manager, a bigger woman resembling one of the customer service managers I work with IWL, at the same place I first saw Sherry working there, in the back at the long table a few days prior.

When I finished that chore, I asked Courtney what I needed to do next. She was telling me how to do the floor. I had to flood it. I asked if I needed to squeegie it, and Patti said yes. I remembered doing that before at a different job (IWL the only job I have done that at is the one I'm at now in the bakery). I started to do it. I saw lots of bread crumbs and such.

Then, I was sitting on my bed in my childhood room. The bed was even in the place it was when we first moved in there. Dallas was sitting on it with me, but...he was a baby. Like, he looked like he does now, the same size and everything, but he was a baby. I had to try to keep him from falling off the bed. I then had to pick him up and carry him, though I wasn't quite sure how to do it correctly. I picked him up with one hand under his butt. He was so heavy, and it felt awkward to carry him. I had to adjust my grip so I wouldn't drop him. I even commented on it, saying I wasn't sure how to do this right. I then remember seeing his hair styled in this weird, curled fashion, with it being curled in on both sides. He liked that hairstyle, but I thought it looked silly. But it was ok since he was a baby.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my living room on the couch, talking on the phone to an airplane stewardess. I was apparently about to go on a trip somewhere. She then suddenly said
"Oh! I know what I'm gonna do when you're asleep!"
"What?" I replied.
She then went on to say that she was going to stick a smiley face sticker on my forehead, and then one on her nose. I pictured her doing this in 3rd person. The stewardess was young and blonde, with her hair up in a bun. I saw her and my sleeping self, her with the sticker on her nose, and me with the sticker on my forehead. The smiley stickers were orange, and it looked more like we were on a bus than an airplane.
The stewardess and I talked on the phone a bit more. She sounded excited about the things she was talking about, and maybe a bit naive.

I then remember talking to my brother about something. We were in my room. He was laying on my bed. I was then sitting on the side of the bed. There was then another guy there. He came up and took my face in his hands to bring me in for a kiss. I was hesitant because I felt like my breath was bad, and that my mouth was dry from being thirsty. I lightly kissed him back. It felt dry and half-assed, probably because of my hesitation.

I then was in a lobby somewhere. Sitting behind a desk was a woman who looked just like the stewardess. Thinking about it now, it reminds me of one of the check-in lobbies at Disney World. I think I was supposed to be in another country though. MK was with me now.

I was still thirsty at this point, so I looked around for somewhere to get a drink. There didn't seem to be any vending machines, but there was a silver mini-fridge against the wall to my right. I opened it up, eager for a drink, and I saw these tiny, 1-2oz cans of soda that had the Goldfish snack crackers logo on it. I picked one up, and it was still attached to the plastic rings used to hold cans together, but decided better of it. Gross. Goldfish cracker soda. I'm not thirsty enough to touch that shit. There were some really tall cans of Coke in the back, but I didn't grab those either. I asked MK if there was just a water fountain or anything around. She pointed the bathroom out to me, which was to our right. I started to go look for it.

~

I woke up this morning around 7am, and it took me awhile to go back to sleep. I finally started to drift off, and felt floaty and a little buzzy. When it stopped, I knew I was in a dream. I opened my eyes, and I was in bed in my room. The dream was not so stable right off the bat. My room seemed very dim. I got up, and heard my mom talking to someone. It was really loud. So loud, in fact, that I thought I was gonna wake up (I assumed the talking and other noises were leaking into my dream from waking life since the dream was so unstable). The talking went on throughout the dream. I didn't know how I was going to hold down this LD.

I decided to try to fly, or at least float. I floated around a bit, but still, everything seemed extremely dim and unstable. There would be moments where it would flicker into everything being bright and more stable, but they literally were just that: Moments. Lame. There would also be times where I would feel like the way to make things brighter would be to open my eyes more, but when I'd try, I'd start to open my real eyes and I'd have to stop before I woke up. I do feel like I ended up outside for a tiny bit, but it was too much for my unstable state.

There was a time or two where I did wake up, and would have to drift back off into the dream world. I remember one of those times, I didn't open my eyes or anything, and I started to "roll" around and around slowly, at least that's what it felt like I was doing. I thought about it as I was doing it, about how people can "roll out" of their bodies, and how I'd done it before when I was a younger on accident, and then again intentionally a few years later. I also heard the buzzing in my head that I associate with SP, and focused on that, and it intensified before I entered the dream again.

I was back in the dream, again in my room, and it was still dim and seemed to be fading. I remember, at some point during this, I was laying on the foot of my bed, and thinking I was doing it IWL too, and that I'd wake up there.

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I still could not get it to stabalize for anything, so I just decided to get off, which would wake me up and keep me from cycling through this dream-awake-dream-awake thing I tend to do sometimes. Plus, it would feel nice. I would try to touch myself and make it happen that way, but I wasn't having any luck, which is unusual for me in the dream state. I tried to picture someone else doing it, but it wasn't working. I finally did it myself, and woke up.

What a waste of an LD. Though...there wasn't really much I could do with it being so unstable. I spent a lot of the dream trying to focus on the dream enough to where I wouldn't get that interference from the waking world, and I'd be able to exercise more control, and have a more vivid environment. I actually did have a friend who lives very far away from me in Ireland who wanted to meet up with me in dreams last night. There was no way I could have done that with this LD I had. During the dream, I honestly forgot about that since it wasn't stable. If I had stabalized it enough, maybe I could have been able to find him, or at least my subconscious's projection of him.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a movie theater, watching a movie, some romantic comedy. I think one of my friends was there with me. It was a movie I had seen many times, and I kept going back to watch it. I also kept getting a couple of guys to meet me there, one I remember for sure being Nick, the first guy I ever kissed back in the 7th grade. I was really happy in the dream, excited to be going back to the same movie again and again. I apparently did it to give these guys advice.

I was sitting in the theater, which didn't have many people at all in it, and I looked behind me. It was Nick and the other guy. I then looked back towards the movie. Again, I turned behind me, and two cats were sitting in the seats, one being Pounce, an old cat of mine that we had to put down, and maaaybe Belle, my current kitty. I said something about the cats to whoever was sitting with me, smiling as I said it. I was just impressed that they were sitting so close to one another and behaving.

I then left the movie when it was over, and came back later to watch it again. I told someone I was going to see it again to "give advice". I went to sit down in the theater. No one else was there at all. I then looked down at my phone, and noticed it was dying. There were three small lights on top of it by the earpiece, one red, one orange, and one green. Two of the lights were out, meaning that it was going to die when the last light went out. I somehow then associated that with Pounce, and how she was running out of batteries. I needed to charge her...or my phone...or whatever! Also, on the floor by my feet, I saw my pillow, sleeping mask, among other things that I can't recall. It was like I was camping out there or something. I don't know. I then got up to use the bathroom or make a call or something.

I then went back into the theater, and more people were in there now. I hoped no one was sitting in my seat. Surely they would notice all my things there. I remember being worried about the cat/phone battery for awhile.

I remember talking to a friend about it when I was somewhere else, saying I was going to go back to the theater again. I also remember Nick being there when we weren't at the theater at some point.

~

I was talking to a friend about the theater. I said, enthusiastically,
"You know where to find me!"

My alarm then woke me up.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my living room/some weird video game world mixed between Minecraft and Super Mario Bros. I had called some insurance company to set up this thing where if I did something specific, I would warp to the Minecraft/Mario Bros. world and have to kill an 8-bit Bowser Jr. and then an 8-bit adult Bowser, and I'd get items in return. If you successfully killed adult Bowser, you got something like an extra life or something big. And you had to kill them both as quickly as possible, because it was on a timer, which wasn't displayed for you; you just had to guesstimate, which I didn't know at first, but would come to find out after my first battle with the Bowsers.

Sidenote: My computer's spell check didn't underline guesstimate. Wut. Is that a real word, really?

Anyway, so I warped into the Bowser world, and it looked dark with grey stone blocks. Bowser Jr.'s 8-bit self started hopping around, so I hit him repeatedly until he disappeared. Then, adult Bowser came up and started to hop around, and I hit him a ton of times, but I didn't kill him in time and was warped back into my living room. I did get some items, however. It looked like they went into the Minecraft quick access inventory that appears on the bottom of the screen. Little notes popped up too, saying what you got. I remember the screen saying
"You got 3 light brown torches!", which looked like candles in my inventory, like my texture pack shows them IWL, only they are white IWL, not light brown.
I got another item as well, but I can't remember what it was.

I was frustrated that I didn't beat him in time, and that's when I understood that he was on a timer. I had really wanted whatever awesome item that he was going to drop. In fact, I felt like it was something I needed, because I was so desperate to get it. I got on the phone with the insurance company again to frustratedly, frantically ask about beating the adult Bowser. I remember sitting on the couch as I did this.

There was a point where I was in an area with a very realistic looking grey rock wall, and an older lady with short salt-and-pepper hair, and I realized I was dreaming. I just couldn't figure out what to do with the lucidity. I wanted to talk to the lady, but about what? I wanted to do something productive, not just fly around, but actually do something, but I couldn't figure out what to do. I felt I was losing the dream, so I focused as hard as I could on my surroundings. I thought of changing my scenery to being on the moon or something, but I was scared I'd wake up for some reason. I just couldn't focus on any of my lucid goals.

I eventually lost the lucidity, and returned to the dream I was having before. I battled the two Bowsers a few times, and I do think I eventually killed the adult Bowser, but I don't remember getting any invaluable items.

I then was standing on top of all this grey stone, and I dropped my phone. It completely disappeared; I didn't see where it landed. I was with someone else too, though I'm not sure who, I just know it was a guy. I started to look around frantically for my phone. I looked underneath things in the area, in cracks and corners, but it just wasn't there. This couldn't be possible! I just couldn't imagine where it went. I really needed it for something, I think it had something to do with the insurance company and the Bowser world.

I was then walking around in what I suppose was a very well-lit locker room. The guy was no longer with me; I was alone. I saw this HUGE group shower, but no one was in it. I knew it was probably for athletes. It was glassed-in, and I saw multiple, removable shower heads mounted to the cloudy glass walls. I slid open one of the doors, and looked inside. The shower was absolutely huge, and the tiles were beige. There was this really big off-white seat in the middle. It looked like an over sized dentist's chair with a sheet covering it. I wasn't sure what that was for, I assumed the people who showered here must sit down and shower, or get some kind of crazy massage or something.

I left the area and went into what looked like a lobby. I saw 3 young teenage girls walk by. They all looked and were dressed differently, but all of them had long, slightly wet hair. I assumed they were the athletes that used the shower.

I then went back to the area that I lost my cell phone in (the guy I think was back with me at this point), and took this thing that doctors use to look up your nose and in your ears, turned the light on, and used it as a flashlight to try and find my phone. Shining it around helped me see the places I couldn't before, but the phone still couldn't be located. -_- I also saw this small black box with a red light on it, and for some reason, that meant my phone was being charged, which made me think someone had stolen it. I said this to the guy that was with me. I was irked.

We then went to a lost-and-found area. A lady was in charge of it. I asked her if she had found any phones. I described mine as being blue; in fact, I pretty much was looking for my old phone. In the dream I caught this, and didn't think it sounded right, but I couldn't really figure out why. I knew I was describing my old phone, not my new one, but I just couldn't wrap my head around the whole thing. Anyway, she said she had found some phones, and showed me the ones she found, which were all hooked up to chargers. They were all blue, as the one I had described to the woman, but none of them were mine. She then pulled out another blue phone, and lo and behold, it was my phone! Yay!! I took it and thanked the woman, asking where she had found it. I can't remember what she told me.

I then was sitting in the back of a moving car with this guy I know IWL named Matthew. I haven't seen him in a long time IWL. Anyway, I noticed that he kept looking over at me and staring for a bit, then looking back. At first I wasn't sure if he was staring at me or something else, since he has a girlfriend he's been with for years I wasn't sure if he'd stare at me that way, but he kept doing it, and I knew he was staring at me. He started to bring his hand up to my face very slowly. It was balled in a fist. I started to close my eyes to nod off and sleep, and as they were closing, he gently stroked my face with a couple of his fingers. It felt nice.

I then woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was outside in the daytime, driving something up into the cul de sac by my house, not sure if I was in a car or what, but in the middle of the road was a tree, just growing in the asphalt. I drove past it. It was supposed to be some sort of obstacle course I was driving on, one that my brother was watching me go through. He may have even set it up.

At any rate, I went around the cul de sac, and then back down towards the road, and next to the tree, almost completely blocking my path, was a lawn mower, one of the ones you can ride on while you mow. I said something about this to Blake, whom I assume must have been at the bottom of the cul de sac, and he said the neighbor, Doc, had been doing something with it, and that's why it was there. I somehow drove whatever was carrying me around both the tree and the mower.

I then was in my living room, on the phone with my mom. I talked to my her, and then Leslie, a girl I used to work with, was trying to beep in on the other line. I told my mom I had to go, and I took her call. We talked for awhile. I then got off the phone, and it rang again. I looked at the phone, and it said "Tim Carey", also someone I used to work with at the same job. I answered the phone and we started to talk. I was surprised to be hearing from him; we were never really close, but we got along just fine. I figured he just wanted something from me; it's the only reason I could think of that he would be trying to contact me.

At some point during this conversation with Tim, I remember being outside in the cul de sac again. The tree was still in the road I believe, but the mower was out of the road and in Doc's driveway (IWL Doc doesn't live in the cul de sac; he lives next door to us). It almost seemed as though the road sank down enough to where you would have to jump to get up to the driveway and the mower. The wall that this caused was a white color.

Then, Tim was in the living room with me. He looked a bit different than I remember, mostly because he had a more sandy blonde color to his hair than he does IWL. He was laying on his side on one of the two red chairs we have with his head propped up on his hand. I walked by him and ruffled his hair, or patted his head.

Woke up around 6am or so and couldn't go back to sleep because I started to worry about things. Typical. Shut up, brain! Sleep is more important than your crazy, overactive worrying. -_-

Dream - Lucid

I was in what looked like my 11th grade English classroom. The teacher handed us back a test that we had been working on before, but hadn't finished. I started to pick up were I left off as I talked to the girl sitting beside me.

Then, I figured out I had a choir concert that night. One of the girls in the class, a black girl with pretty, short hair said she wasn't going to the concert and that she hadn't been to any of them (apparently she was in choir too). I couldn't decide if I wanted to go or not.

Then, I was in my car, driving down the road one of my good friends lives on. Her neighbor, Nick, the first guy I ever had a crush on in waking life, was outside by the mailbox. He had his back turned to me. As I drove by with him on my right side, I slowed down, reached my hand out the window, and touched his back, kind of rubbing it to get his attention. I noticed that his green shirt was very soft. I then kept driving down the road. I didn't look back to see if he turned around or not.

I was then at my house in the kitchen, debating on whether or not to go to the choir concert or not again. My mom was all dressed up and ready to go. I then noticed the time. 7:30pm. The concert had already started. I told my mom I wasn't going to go, and that it was ok for me to be missing the concert. She said something, but I can't remember what.

I was then in my room on the phone with Nick. He was trying to tell me about his memoir that he was apparently writing. I was listening, asking him where I could find it to read it and such, when I got interrupted by my brother. I told Nick to hold on and for my brother to go away. I then got back on the phone and kept listening to Nick. The interruptions kept coming as soon as Nick would get going telling me about his memoir. I kept having to tell him to hold on. I felt really bad; this had to be getting annoying for him.

Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in my room, I think I was supposed to be moving away soon. Someone called me on the phone. I picked it up, and it was some random teenage girl that I didn't know. Apparently, a lot of people I didn't know had been calling me lately. She lived out of state, I think she told me she lived in Kentucky. After that, there was awkward silence, and then I told her I was from Tennessee. We talked a little bit more, then there was more silence. I took that opportunity to hang up. I figured she didn't know me anyway so what did it matter?

I then saw the US from above. My view would zoom from location to location, and snow would cover wherever my vision stopped, mostly on top of houses. I remember thinking that I wished it would snow like that here.

Then, I was in my old high school's auditorium. The lights were all out and many people were there. There was some extremely dangerous magic show taking place. On the stage, I saw some smiling women with very sharp knives who were coming entirely too lose to stabbing this guy. He didn't seem too concerned with it though.

Then, I was on the stage on the left side. I was handed a very light stick with an ember burning on the end. I was up there with a few other people who all had the sticks as well. There were burning torches on the sides of the stage. In the middle of a stage was a chair. Someone was supposed to sit in that chair while we lit the tops of our sticks and almost set the person on fire, kind of like what the women with the knives were doing. I saw some people sitting on the right side of the stage who were supposed to come sit in the chair. My old high school friends Sara and Rachel were among them.

Someone, a guy, volunteered to sit in the chair. We were about to begin. My stick was lit on fire, as was everyone else's. I then decided that this was cruel and I couldn't do it. I put the stick out, threw it, left the stage and ran towards the exit. People started to applaud me, but only a few. It sounded like it was going to escalate to thunderous applause, but it was very short and light. I didn't care, I just wanted out of there.

I was then standing in what looked kind of like the entrance to my college's recreation center. Behind the counter, I saw a black man who was a bit older than me wearing a suit. He said hello to me. At first, I thought it was my friend Josh, but as I got closer, I noticed it was someone I didn't know. He asked me a question, and I didn't quite catch it. I said
"What?"
He didn't repeat the question, but instead started handing out some things, I can't remember what, but he handed me one as well. I figured that he had been trying to ask me something about what he had just handed me.

~

I woke up and looked at my phone. It said it was 5:34 (maybe 37? Can't quite recall) in the morning. Huh, that's weird, I thought it was like 10 or 11. I heard my brother getting ready in the bathroom. I looked again, and it still said it was 5:34. Oh well. I went back to sleep.

Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in a room on a couch. It slightly resembled the living room in my parents' new house in Oregon. I was messing with my phone, which I was having trouble getting to work; I couldn't get my screen to come on properly. I remembered it was because I dropped it beside some train tracks at the airport (that really did happen yesterday in waking life). I then thought it was weird that I had my phone at all, since the airport hasn't sent it back to me yet.

Finally, I got the phone to work. The battery was almost dead. I looked through my texts, and saw some messages from my friend Tori. The text said something about a moth. Hmm...weird again. I looked away from the phone and looked back, and Tori's picture had changed. I then decided to jump into the air and see if I flew. I jumped, and floated. I'm dreaming!

The next thing I knew I was in the driveway of my house in my hometown. I saw my old cat, Ziggy, next to me. I wanted him to fly with me, so I told him to come along. I jumped into the air to fly, and was having some trouble staying in the air. I landed in the back yard in the grass. I examined my hands, and only counted 5 fingers on each. I tried a couple more times, but with the same outcome: 5 fingers. Oh well, I still knew I was dreaming. I can't fly in waking life, unfortunately.

The wind then started to pick up. I knew it was my chance to fly. I jumped into the wind, and sure enough, I was in the air, soaring up, up, and up. I was riding the wind, and it was the most amazing feeling ever. I could feel it blowing around me as I flew over my neighbor's house. It was so amazing!

Then, I remember being back in the living room. I lost my lucidity for a bit. I was walking, and there was some older lady behind me kissing up my neck. No thanks. I got away from her, and talked to someone on my phone. Other things happened, but I can't recall exactly what.

Something then triggered my lucidity again. As soon as I realized I was dreaming, I did another hand examination/finger count. Still 5 fingers on each hand. I kept examining my hands so I could stabalize the dream.

I decided to try to draw and use a portal, since it had been so long since I've done that. I tried to think of someone to try to visit, and I decided to try to see Hyu. I walked up to a wooden wall in the living room and drew a huge circle. It appeared as it usually does. I then wrote 'Hyu' in the middle of the portal, and started trying to shade the portal in with my hand. I then realized I had forgotten to voice my intent, so I did.
"I want to see Hyu," I said.
I noticed that the portal wasn't filling in as it usually does. It was smearing the name I had written in it. Hmm, odd. I decided to try to jump through it anyway. I headed through the portal.

I was then taken back to the living room. The portal failed. Lame. I tried again, and drew a smaller one. I don't remember what happened after I jumped through that one, but I know it too failed.

I then remember looking through what looked like the bonus room doors at my hometown house. They started to become transparent, and I phased through them.

Then, I was outside in the driveway again. It was getting dark outside. I decided that more flying was in order. I did another hand examination, mainly to keep the dream this time, but I counted my fingers out of curiosity. Still 5 on each hand. I jumped into the air and flew. I looked up at the sky, and noticed it was very cloudy. I could see very few stars. I flew over the roof of my house, and tried to see how high I could fly. I kept going up, but knew that losing the visual I had of the ground below would make me lose my dream. I stopped going up and kept flying around quickly. It felt so freeing! I looked down at the roof of mine and my neighbor's house and the trees. The trees looked especially vivid. It was beautiful.

I then started to go towards the holly bushes in our back yard. I wanted to try something else, since all I had been doing was flying, and racked my brain trying to think of something. I then felt everything dimming, and I felt anxious and tried to examine my hands. As I was flying over the holly bushes, I woke up.

Yay for being lucid again, and not just for a few seconds!! I was so happy to finally have another lengthy lucid. Now, I've just gotta get my portals back up to par.