One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

Restful, but light sleep this night with many short interrupted dreams. The lucids are barely worth counting. I'm giving myself credit for at least recognizing some dreamsigns that made me lucid.

Food and Robots
0523 C. Hazy and jumpy. Two girls are competing for my attention. We are in a two story house. I'm resting on the couch on the first floor watching a boy singer who might be a robot. One girl is on the first floor and the other on the second. They are both cooking things for me. One cooks a steak but it looks like a big raw beef roast. Around it she puts a bunch of small Philly-style cheesesteak sandwiches. The other girl made something too but the first girl blocked her from showing me. I go to the bathroom and I think the second girl meets me in there to tries to tell me something. Something about the cartoon charactor Lisa Simpson. Maybe she is Lisa. Then the boy robot singer starts singing again but he's terrible. The first girls is upset about this: "Did you reset the game back to beginning?!"

Meanwhile, I recall cut scenes in between my plot to a different character. It's a guy pretending to be a robot. He's dressed a bit like the Tinman from Wizard of Oz but really skinny. He's trying to blend in with other robots that all look that same. The robots greet him in a robotic voice (think the infantry droids from Star Wars) saying "Left-hand side of you." To which he is supposed to salute his right arm across to his left side. Then "Right-hand side of you" and salute with other arm. The pretend robot catches on to this greeting and fools the other robots. At one point he is drinking from a water fountain. I sense he is my friend.

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0654 D. Short dream. Not sure what to make of my notes: I'm baking a special bread that will make me lucid. Carry inside my body? The Simpsons.

WBTB+MILD 10 minutes

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0748: D. I'm Homer Simpson and I'm practicing MILD. I go into a dream world with simple geometric-shaped objects like Tron. I'm being chased by men in suits with pistols like the agents from The Matrix. I can stop their bullets just like Neo.

Trouble sleeping, turned it into a WBTB+meditation and reading DV for about an hour total

False Awakening Chain
1018 C. This was about 20 minutes of false awakenings. In my own room. I can see through my sleep mask. I see my desk and alarm clock in the wrong place across the room. I'm lucid but can barely move my arms and legs. I manage to sit up in bed. At this point IWL, the garbage truck shows up and makes a loud banging noise about every five minutes. Each time, this either wakes me up or triggers an FA. Some times I could move my arms to nose-plug and I was awake. Other times I couldn't move my arms. I'm unsure how many times it happened but I recall a couple more lucid periods.

False awakening. I can see but the view is dark and blurry. I sense a small dog jump on my bed to my left. He gets close to my face and I can feel the heat of his breath. I can't move to look at him. I'm just trying to be patient for the scene to solidify. The dog starts growling. Interrupted by noise.

False awakening. I'm laying on my back and can't move my body. I can tilt my head down and look at my body. My view looks like an X-ray image highlighted with electric blue. A blue line extends along my body like my spine but continues all the way down to between my feet.

Eventually, I reach a real wakening and give up on this futile chain so I can note it in my journal.

False Awakening, Dreamsign
1044: C. Another false awakening. I can see through my sleep mask. I notice my bedroom door is open when it shouldn't be. I hear my roommate in the next room, whisking eggs I think. I can't move.

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1000: F. I recalled this dream after/inside the dream that followed it all I remember is a fragment. A blond man?

Doomsday Program, Customer Complaint
1114: D. Really jumping with very short and fast scene cuts. I'm at work. I woman comes in and tells me I have to get out fast. It's like near the beginning of The Matrix when Neo needs to sneak out of his office. The woman leads me to a car and I'm driving. We are chased by some bad guys. I tell her to reach in the back seat and grab a special cell phone. I tell her to dial a special sequence of numbers. She does and it activates a doomsday program. We are on a bridge over water and parts of it collapse but the section we are on is intact. Buildings around in the distance all blow up and collapse. The bad guy car can't follow us but we're stuck on this section of bridge.

Cut to what feels like a ransom exchange with the bad guys. I hand a guy a brief case. He looks like Andy Garcia's character in Ocean's Eleven. He hands it to another guy who then runs along a the bridge cable but there's no bridge.

Cut to a big warehouse building with a dirt floor. I have my shirt off and I'm fighting the bad guys gladiator style. One of them is still the Andy Garcia character.

Cut back to me at work. I'm dozing on a couch in the kitchen (not real IWL). I keep thinking of the previous dream about the blond man. I'm trying to keep it in my mind so I can recall it later. I look up at the bulletin board and see a red poster with a very angry customer support email complaint on it. Something about a guy who lost his credits after they went over 4000. I ask, "Hey, has anyone looked into this?" A co-worker (IWL he's just an artist) gets angry at me. He says it would be so easy to look up the guy's account and he describes the few keystrokes that it would take. But he says he knows it's probably just a fraudulent claim and it's a waste of time. He's angry at me because he thinks I care too much and it's a waste of time. I'm taken aback my this.

Elusive First Cycle Dream
0430: D. First cycle. Once again that strange feeling in the first cycle of having slept for a long time. When I woke up, I was a bit upset that maybe I had slept through the whole night without any recall. But when I looked at the clock I realized I'd only been asleep for about 75 minutes. By this time, the vague recollection of my dream had mostly faded. This is what I wrote: No plot recall. Just feeling of missing something. Feeling of change. Chasing to recover something lost. In retrospect, maybe the feeling was about the dream recall itself, not within the dream. Or maybe the feelings from the dream spilled over into waking. Anyway, moving on.

Girlfriend in India
0630: B. This is likely some residue of a conversation I had with a friend about his Pakistani girlfriend. I'm in India living in a cheap apartment. I'm dating an Indian girl. She looks like the contestant from MasterChef. We're fooling around in the bed and she wants to go further. I don't want to or maybe I'm just teasing her. Suddenly I'm wearing my sleep mask. She pulls it off and tells me to stop acting silly. We end up just cuddling and seem to drift off to sleep.

I wake up in the hallway outside the apartment. The girl is gone. Hugh lives next door. He's exiting his apartment and locking his door. He notices me and stops to talk. He's heading off to work and he's wonder why I'm sleeping in the hallway. He leaves.

I stumble into the apartment but now it's where the girl and her parents live. I'm trying to figure out how to turn on the A/C and hang a "do not disturb" sign for the maid. The girl and her parents are talking around a small kitchen table. The mother is concerned that her daughter is dating a boy. The father is proud of the job he has done raising her. Then an air raid siren goes off. The mother tells the girl to go tie up the reindeer.

Just Weird
0755: C. I live in a house is feels familiar but isn't recognizable. It's really hot and humid. At school, there's a contest to do something with two sheets of fabric. I guess I won and I bring home two blankets. I talk with my mother and sister about where to put them. Suddenly, instead of two blankets, it's a colorful table placemat and a frozen packaged crab. The placemat is white with blue and orange stripes. The crap is bright orange and the package says it's from Mexico. I decide to put the two items in the dining room where there is a very long large dining table. But I guess we barely use this room. There's a spider web above the table and a live crab walking across the table. My sister breaks the spider web and the spider falls near her. She and I are both freaked out and run out.

Practicing Dream Control
0905: B. A short WBTB where I used the bathroom and had a few slips of water. Practiced MILD suggestion going back to sleep. I sense there was more plot earlier in the dream but don't recall, so I pick it up as I'm in a nice quiet residential neighborhood cul-de-sac. It's a sunny autumn afternoon. All the houses are two-story with nice lawns, trees, and Halloween decorations. I enter one house in the middle of the block. Inside it's a crowded house party. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, stepping sideways through the crowd. I see a guy who I recognize as Nick, a friend from high school. I'm confident I'm dreaming and I'm ready to execute my plan. I continue walking through the upstairs of the house, walking with purpose and determination. I'm looking at my hands and rubbing them.

My first task is to touch and pick up a few objects, which I do as I'm walking through a bedroom and then a hallway. I think I picked up an empty can of peas. I'm looking for a window that overlooks the front of the house. I find one and run and jump through. It's a small window so I hit the wall as well but I go right through and hover gently down to the street. I don't recall hearing a crash so I don't know if I smashed through or if I passed through, but it's satisfying enough to count as my task.

So I'm back out in the middle of the cul-de-sac street. I'm feeling pretty confident and ready to try my next task. I want to summon a girl from work named S and then teach her to fly. So I'm looking for a door. The house on the corner catches my eye. I walk up to the front door of the house and I think, yup, this is S's house. I picture her opening the door and then I knock. A woman opens the door but she's not right. She has many of S's features and her voice is similar, but she looks about 50 years old. I roll with it. "Hi, you must be S's mother. Is she home?" She replies: "Yes, come on it!"

The house is a bit dark inside and decorated with oriental rugs which kinda makes sense. I ask, "Is she upstairs?" I look at the stairs, expecting her to be coming down. Again, there is a woman there but she still isn't S. Again she has similar features, tan and pretty with long black hair. She looks about 35. The girl I'm looking for is supposed to be about 25. The mother says exactly what I'm thinking: "Oh, that's her older sister." I try one more time. "Could you call S down?" Once more, another S impostor comes walking down the stairs. This one was pretty close. Her age and height are right and her voice is right on. S's Turkish accent is probably the most distinctive thing about her IWL. But this girl isn't as tan and she has freckles on her face. Hmm, my confidence is a bit shaken. I talk to this girl a little, I forget about what. I give her a hug and a couple of friendly kisses. I decided to leave and move on.

I walk outside. I'm a bit discouraged. That didn't go as planned. I recall the earlier part of the dream and, come to think of it, my lucidity is probably only average. I'm thinking of what to do next. Meet Dream Guide? Hmm. I look at the house at the far corner of the street. It has the most Halloween decorations on the block. I try to imagine opening the door to see my Dream Guide, who I imagine is Yoda. But on the heels of the less than perfect summoning, I decide to do something else. I resolve to spin to a new scene. I picture my office and start spinning. As I'm spinning for about 10 seconds I still see the neighbor scene around me. Hmm. I slow down. Should I close my eyes? What if that makes me wake up. I tell myself, don't think about closing your eyes! Of course, I close my eyes and wake up. Ah! Rookie mistake. Oh well. Lesson learned.

Missed Lucid, Facepalm Worthy
1125: C. I had trouble falling asleep after the last dream so I got up and read DV for a while and then got back to bed about an hour later. This dream might as well have been a giant light in my eyes screaming "Dreamsigns!" Yet I blew it. I'm walking in a bright outdoor school yard. The buildings are familiar to my high school. It's lunch time and it's crowded with students. Everyone is wearing the navy blue uniforms from my junior high. I think, hmm, if this were a dream this would totally be a dreamsign. I look around to see if a recognize anyone. I see a group of people that I didn't like in high school that often recur in my dreams. Yup, that would be another dreamsign. I walk near them through the crowd, hoping to overhear their conversation without them noticing me.

I continue through the crowd and see a white soccer ball bouncing toward me. I think, now see if I were lucid, I'd probably kick this soccer ball. I kick it but I still don't clue in that I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I actually feel disappointed that I'm not lucid and any amount of lucidity or dream control that I might have had fades away. I decide to leave. I walk to the parking lot but I don't find my car where I expect it. I get a little worried. I wander around pressing the lock button to trigger the car horn. I finally hear the horn on the far side of the school, which now is only one building that looks like a hamburger stand with some covered benches near it. I walk to my car and recognize it. End.

I didn't wear my Zeo this night. I felt like a pilot flying a plane without instruments. Also an irregular night because of the nap.

The Chess Set
2140: C. This was actually a nap in the late evening, but I'll include it in the night recall tally. Lance and I are cleaning up a chess set that has spilled on the floor. The set looks just like the one I had as a kid with rough wooden pieces of beige and brown. We set up the pieces on the board to easily see if any are missing. The cross on the crown of the white king has broken off. We get all the pieces and decide to play. I'm white, Lance is black. I don't remember the moves but I lose.

Then our bosses come along and we tell them about the game. But they are only interested in the chess set itself because Chris bought it. They are praising Chris. Lance is upset that they are ignoring the game and I am doubly upset because I also lost. Chris isn't there but I remember that I found his wallet on the ground. It's a rather plain black leather wallet and rather thick. I put it in my desk drawer for safe keeping until he returns on Monday. Wow. This dream totally makes sense in a very metaphorical way. Dreams are like that.

Marooned, The Pittsburgh Pirates
0530: D. I recalled this dream just after the one below it. I'm just guessing at the time. The recall is poor because it got muddled by the subsequent dream. Still, this is the first time I've recalled two separate dreams at once. I'm stuck an a deserted island with three other people. Two are male, one female. It's a tropical island with lots of palm trees. It's more like Robinson Crusoe than it is Lost. There is a calm lagoon. I sit and talk with the woman overlooking the lagoon. We don't think we'll get rescued but I guess we do with an abrupt scene change. Some one tells me that the the Oakland A's beat the Pittsburgh Pirates in the World Series. I'm surprised and don't believe it at all. (This is just like a scene from Lost with Jack and the Boston Red Sox.)

Cluttered Office
0706: C. I'm in an office building working. My mother and father are there. I have my own office. Someone comes into my office and remarks how cluttered it is. It looks more like a bedroom crowded with furniture. There's a bed, a dresser, a desk, maybe a bunk bed, and some other furniture. It's so crowded you can't actually open any drawers or climb on the beds. There's only room for me to sit at the desk. I'm supposed to be working but I'm cleaning up the room instead.

I take a bunch of stuff out to the back of the building to toss in the dumpster. There is a small patio lined with vines. At this point, the scene feels more like my old house in SAV. I meet my father out there. He asks "What are you doing around the humid dumpster?" I notice that it's bright, hot and humid outside. I lift and drop some things in the dumpster and then I notice flies and insects in and around it. I turn around and see bees flying around the flowers in the vines. I'm grossed out and run inside through a sliding glass door. There are a few insects crawling on the floor inside and I try to shoo them out. End.

Virtual Reality Game With "Iceman"
1119: C. I'm playing a first-person shooter game using futuristic virtual reality suits. The "real" world is a clean futuristic spaceship like Star Trek. The "virtual" game world is also futuristic but rougher, like Halo or Gears of War. The game takes place in a forest with sunlight spilling through the canopy. It reminds me of a map from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II. Both scenes are moderately well lit.

So I'm playing this game with a team against another. On our team is Val Kilmer who is just like his character "Iceman" from Top Gun. I'm jealous of how good he is. We are beating the other team. The other team's captain is a mild-mannered middle-aged man. At one point, our team pulls out the lightsabers and chainsaws. But the other team stops the game and complains. They are afraid they will die for "real" if they are cut by a chainsaw. I think they should have to forfeit for this, but we keep playing without the gruesome melee weapons because Iceman is such a calm and confident guy. We win easily.

We exit the game and are back on the spaceship. The captain of the ship looks like the chief instructor from Top Gun. He congratulates a few people on the team for their great play, especially Iceman. I don't get any praise. I only did okay. I feel jealous.

Wow, what a crazy weird night. I recalled 5 dreams from all 5 sleep cycles, all non-lucid. This is the second night ever that I've recalled a dream from the first cycle. Maybe I have broken through that barrier.

These dreams are irregular for me. They have scenes and characters that are familiar but I've never recalled dreaming about them before. It must be because of the book I'm reading "Dreamgates." And there's more weirdness that I'll note along with each dream.

0155: Sleep. Before falling asleep, I was in a very imaginative state. Zeo reports 20 minutes of wake before dropping into light sleep. It wasn't a dream and I don't think it was hypnagogic hallucinations. I didn't see any sensory imagery, just internal visualization. I was just day dreaming but it was very easy maintain the dreamplot. It seemed to flow on it's own. I imagined other characters and they seemed to speak and act without my influence. I was looking for a path or portal into the dream world. I met two French girls, Juliette and Maire who I invited to follow me into the dream world. We wandered around, asking people where to find the portal. But we didn't find anything. I remember I was still awake when I changed positions in bed and I no longer felt I was in the daydream.

0350: B. First cycle dream. It was blurry and jumpy but extremely personal and emotional. This is the first time I've ever recalled dreaming about Jen (ex-girlfriend of two years) which is odd because she was such an important part of my life for so long. And there's the whole father drama. I work for some company. The workplace is a house. It reminds me of my godparents' house. My sister, Dave work there and also... Jen?! I don't think I even saw her but but I strongly feel her presence. I am slacking off from work. I show up late. I'm unreliable. Dave is sitting in a wide hallway with a big laptop on his lap. He's waiting for my father but he hasn't arrived and everyone is worried. I feel disgusted. So typical. I think it is because he is unreliable too. Then I learn my father is a key witness in a criminal case and the criminals are hunting him. I still feel no empathy. He's in a car chase. My sister is listening to the radio or TV for news updates.

I go to the kitchen and lay down on the tile. Two cats (or dogs?) come near me. I grab food out of their bowl and pour it on the floor in front of them. Jen's workstation is in the kitchen but she isn't here. I sense she is out to lunch. I look over some papers laying on the floor that she was working on. It looks like geometry homework. I see a bunch of triangles that are paired in twos to form quadrilaterals.

My sister says my father wants to get into police custody. I think "Good, so he can go back to prison." But he actually wants their protection. Mel warns me that he may have been killed but that hasn't been confirmed. I wake up but it takes me a while to realize where I am. I'm feel strong emotions. It feels like the dream happened hours ago and I've been in bed thinking about it for all that time, but it was actually only moments ago. This is the first time in a while that I had to remind myself that "it was just a dream" to calm me down.

0520: Back to sleep after begin awake since the last dream. I got up and read "Dreamgates" for a while to get my mind off the last dream.

0630: C. I'm in a war that looks like Vietnam-era. We are fighting against our own people in two teams with real ammunition and death. It's like capture the flag. Each team is defending an old warehouse in an area that seems like an improvised airfield. The warehouses are full of crates, barrels, guns, ammunition and explosives. Hugh is on my team. The other people on both teams are familiar but I can't put names to them. Some a definitely women. I feel upset because our team is losing. The other team keeps raiding and retreating our warehouse, killing a few people at a time.

I grab a rifle and load it with explosives rounds (but later they don't explode). It's a bold-action clip-feed rifle with just four rounds per clipl more of a WWII-era gun but whatever. I start kicking ass with Hugh's help. We kill everyone on the other team. Only Hugh and I are left. We stand over a dead body and look at a black and white map. It looks like the US with some states shaded in pencil. I distinctly remember the shape of West Virginia.

0810: D. I don't remember where I am. Two groups of friends compete for my attention. One group is drinking Scotch. The other is going to meet Hugh's work colleagues. I choose the Scotch. Something illegible about email? We ditch the other group by stopping the elevator and getting off on a different floor.

0850: B. Zeo shows a short sleep cycle for this one. Maybe it was kind of a DEILD from the previous REM period. Either way, this was a long dream. Some very unusual characters in this one, especially Megan who I've been trying to dream about for several weeks in a different scenario. I start out at work. I'm generating some codes. Then I go to help some girl with her computer. Chris finds me and says "You need to file an AC-10 expense report for those codes." I say, "OK, I'll do it first thing after lunch."

I exit the office. Outside it's suddenly a school yard like my junior high. It's crowded with people. An old friend from middle school (can't remember his name) comes up and hands me a wad of cash. He has short spiky hair and wears braces. He wants me to launder the money by generating codes at work. I tell him it will be harder now because of the expense reports. The crowd disperses as people go to class. The bell rings. I'm late for class but I'm not worried at all.

I walk up some outdoor stairs and walk through a covered hallway. It's suddenly raining and this part of the school is under construction. There are clear plastic tarps everywhere covering stuff. I walk through this towards my classroom. I walk past a group of cheerleaders in the hallway. They are wearing white shirts with the sleeves rolled up and black shorts. The one talking is Megan from high school. She's saying that she didn't have a cell phone all summer and it totally sucked. I walk past them and enter my class room.

The room and teacher are like one I remember from middle school. I'm very late but no one cares because I'm always late. In the row of desk near the door, I see Britney Spears and another female singer, maybe Beyonce. I play it cool and walk past them to my normal seat in back, next to Britney. Chris is sitting at the far corner of the room and I'm reminded of the AC-10 expense reports for work. The teacher hands out kevlar vests to everyone. I have no clue why. He also passes around a slip of paper with two rows of numbers handwritten on it. It's a secret code to activate the kevlar vest. The paper gets pass to me by Britney next to me. I look at it. It's long. Part of it looks something like 1120621. I say obnoxiously and playfully loud: "Holy shit. How am I suppose to memorized this? It's got all kinds of one's and two's." Britney and the other singer laugh and look at me. I look at them and say playfully: "Holy shit, Pop Stars. What are you doing here." I notice they are wearing the same outfit as the cheerleaders outside. They are cheerleaders and are only sitting in this class to be out of the rain.

1052: C. This is a crazy absurd dream which is weird for this time of night. It jumped around a lot too. Usually my weird dreams are in the first half of the night and the second half are more literal. I'm caring for a child. Maybe he is my own son. His name is David. He grows abnormally fast, like the movie Jack. He's a 5-year-old boy in the body of a 30-year-old man. He wants to learn about lucid dreaming. I send a post card to my mother telling her about this interest.

I have a strange encounter at a doctor's office. The doctor, male, says he isn't going to treat David any more. There's also a female nurse in the room. I have to take David home.

Now I'm with a bunch of high school classmates at a miniature golf course. There is also at least one work colleague there too and some unfamiliar faces. I think David is there, but I'm not really watching him. Everyone is playing golf, but instead of golf balls and clubs we use pinecones and dice that we roll with our hands. Of course, these things don't roll very well. There's about 20 people playing at the same time on the same hole, so everyone is blocking each other and also people are playing out of turn. But I'm pretty good with the pinecone. On the last hole, it's my turn to roll and everyone watches with anticipation. But one extremely hot girl is bent seductively over the hole. She is unfamiliar. She is brunette with a tight red tank top over a killer rack. Maybe she's wearing sunglasses. Of course, I miss my shot. I say "I was distracted."

Notes: Got to sleep early and woke up in the middle of the night. Tried for hours to fall back to sleep and finally gave up. Watched a movie and eventually returned to sleep for a few hours.

2215: Sleep

0215: B. I am in SAV. I am hanging out with Ben. He lives at the sound end of the complex. I think I am helping him move. He gets upset and I want to leave but I am still at his house. He and his older brother (doesn't exist IWL) are starting th make other plans for the evening. They want to go smoke pot? I feel left out but I can't leave yet for some reason. I keep thinking about how JavaScript doesn't have statics. I think the statements var s = 0; this.static = s;.

Now it's Dave in the house instead of Ben. He is dressed up in black and white. He's leaving soon and is looking for a sweater. He yells at his mother but she doesn't have it. She is pregnant and moves slowly. He yells "Get hobbly!" to tell her to hurry. I leave and start walking home. I pass by a playground. People are talking about how it is new. From the second story of the apartment building, there is a slide. People are saying that a slide is safe for kids than stairs or a ladder. A young girl is saying this as she is climbing a ladder.

0815: Back to sleep

1030: B. I'm in a big indoor mall. I think the whole mall is sports themed. I'm there with work people and old school people. We are at a sports bar. Somebody has a giant old typewriter in front of them at the table. Lucas is there and we are trying to avoid him. He wants to be called "Lazurus" or "Laz". I change tables a few times to avoid him. Each time I close my table with my credit card. I'm drinking beer, something pale. At the last table, my credit card doesn't go through. I look at the card as the waitress hands it to me. It's a white(?) American Express card. Something to do voting? It has some letters on it that are supposed to say how it should be used. I open my wallet and it's all messy. I pull out my green AmEx card (from the wrong slot IWL) and everything is fine.

There is a competition among some people in our group. I'm not participating, just watching. It's being televised by ESPN. The events are outdoorsy things, like chopping wood. There are three events in different parts of the mall. The whole group walks around the mall between events. My teeth keep falling out and I try to stick them back in and hold them in place. I don't stay until the end of the last event. I don't know who wins. I wander around the mall trying to find the exit. I reach a dead end, which seems familiar for some reason. I turn around and head a different way. I run into Ashwin. He was in the competition. I guess he didn't win. He asks me about the ESPN broadcast. I think he wants to be sure that his mom sees it. Then we talk about tennis.

1248: C. I go to work, but it seems like a car wash. It's just me, Frank, Lucas, and a faceless artist. They are debating with the artist about the color of a couch and some 2D images for characters that can be pieced together for different poses. The couch is in the car wash tunnel. I say nothing. Lucas suggests going to Costco to buy more couches. He leaves. Then a bunch of young kids enter the room. Frank comes up to me to confront me about missing work. We try to talk over the noisy kids. He says "You're not well." I say "No, I'm not." He says "We were comparing you before and after and you're not the same. You're dressed like a kid." I look down and see I'm wearing the company baseball jersey. Frank is wearing the same thing.

1700: Afternoon WILD nap attempt. I slept but no dream recall. It had an effect on my sleep during the night. Zeo shows that my deep sleep periods happened late in the night instead of early.

0025: Sleep

0700: B. I'm playing a computer game with Hugh. It's a real time strategy game where the map folds around like a paper origami cube.

Then some old high school people join and we start playing soccer, but we're calling "football". They aren't friends. They are the group that hated me. We are playing inside an old abandoned two-story house. The people what to punish me for some reason so they put me on the team with all be bad players. We are defended a goal in the upstairs of the house, so I tell my team to defend the stairs. The other team is trying to get the ball up the stairs. I steal the ball from a girl and body check her. She falls down the stairs. She is hurt and bleeding from the mouth, but not too bad. I'm not apologetic but everyone else is upset and confronts me. I say that a real soccer player could have handled a hit like that, so it's her fault.

We stop playing and sit on some old couches in the abandoned house. I'm sitting between two girls. The girl I hurt is on my right. She is still upset but not seriously hurt. People are talking about how mean I am. We talk:

Girl: "My problem is you and your problem is me."
Me: "I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one."
Girl: "OMG, I can't believe you just said that."
Me: "It's a Jay-Z song."
Girl: "Yeah, I know that."
Me: "My problem is me. I am my own problem."


0810: C. I start with a false awakening. I am immediately skeptical. I'm in my own room. I look around and it's fairly convincing. The light outside is late afternoon. That's pretty strange. Also, the window blinds are horizontal when they should be vertical. Nose-plug-check, confirmed. Now I notice there is a girl in my bed, to the right. She is just waking up too. We are both under the covers but not touching. I see she has on a blue polo shirt. She is young, maybe 16. She has long straight brown hair with bangs. I ask "Who are you?" She starts talking but I'm not really listening. She's saying something about the neighbors. I'm just staring at her trying to notice details. She has brown eyes and freckles. I'm inching toward her, but not sure what my plan is. The dream starts to fade. I realize that I should have stabilized earlier and I just feel dumb. Dream ends.

0/3 Lucid/Recall

Notes: Went to bed really early on a holiday. Woke up in the middle of the night and went back to bed. About 12 hours total sleep.

2212: C. I work for a woman brewing beer. I arrange the beer bottles... to cool it down. The woman is upset to learn that the... in the same business. I tell her I will help.

0621: B. It's back to school. Prep is really in. All the cool kids are waring prep. I go to my math class. Matt R... Nintendo games. I refused because I have Madden 2010. This upsets him. .... borders between states. The teacher puts a bunch of crackers along a map. Everyone is class grabs them. Ashwin was the most and I am second. I have 6 total.

07:09: C. At school, Lance and I are selling pot to people. I think it's Ben from elementary school. We are talking about Los Angeles compared to the countryside. A lion follows us and it makes us afraid.

0/3 Lucid/Recall

Notes: Fell asleep drunk on bloody marys.

Analysis: Very irregular waking times for me, doubtless due to the alcohol. I usually have 90 minute cycles with uncanny accuracy. Poor recall and motivation this night. The dreams seemed rather plain and unimaginative. I observe two obvious influences from the waking day in the dreams.

2300: Sleep

0400: D. Something about new Facebook accounts and importing old friends.

0603: D. Mostly unreadable. Something about smoke alarm going off which woke me up [I cooked pork chops on the stove for dinner]. On waking up, I was disciplined enough to suspect FA and did an RC; I was indeed awake.

0850: B. I'm with a bunch of people, some from work some from high school. It's a bit like Disneyland. I have a girlfriend. She is white. I don't know who she is. We all play this game where we write personal stuff about us on these pre-made cards. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. The bathroom is weird. People try to use the sinks as urinals [I drank two glasses of water prior to this sleep cycle]. At the end, the personal secrets are revealed. My girlfriend doesn't know me very well. At some point we're in a creek under a bridge.