Nebulus

D1 - I am looking at a third person view of a youth with long dark hair and sunglasses is leant against a wall in the dark, it is a split screen view of the same youth sitting in the blinding sunlight.
On one side the youth has made good choices and has good intentions on the other the opposite.
I am trying to choose between the two as they continually add choices.

D2 - In a large wharehouse style Art gallery/ exhibition centre.
The walls are all painted black and the lighting is diffuse from the high ceilings. I am talking with a group of artists but I feel they do not have proper motives and are trying to deceive others. They see me as a threat and I am chased through corridors of the exhibition. Running through the ground floor with windows onto a courtyard, in heavy sun. I run between their artwork, which is being resprayed from nozzles on the ceiling. The artwork is everchanging to create a moving painting, sprayed in a circular fashion.

D3 - At college a student is trying to cash in a credit payment. But is having trouble. I inspect the note and see that it is in fact an record form showing that they infact are not enrolled and owe fees. Everyone else is oivious to qhat the problem is.
I go into a dark room with lots of big old computer screens.

My dream recall is still lousy except for my little lucids that are so vivid as to be real or more than real.

I awoke to find myself on a large bed with nice clean white sheets, it is a four poster bed. I am sprawled out on the bed and wonder where the hell am I, when I wake up in the dream. I realise I am dreaming and go to get up off the bed but find i am stuck.
My wrists and ankles are bound to the bed by white silk ties Oo this is not disimilar to a dream I had before but did not record as it was to embarressing lol.
I feel the presences of silky and sure enough I look up to see her looking at me, I am quite deliriously happy, and she is begins to belly dance. I am totally hypnotised by her every movement craning my neck up from the bed, as sh dances.
As she dances my chest is filled with heat but more interestingly she seems to shimmer. And sure enough she is pulsing with some kind of aura or afterglow. As she moves my eyes are riveted to her every sinuess movement. The energy is starting to be thrown off from her in great swaths. I suddenly realise that the music filling the room is coming from her, as her every movement is not only in time with the music but it is vibrating to create it and I now can see the music as colours radiating from her body.
She is so amazing, I start to cry feeling the warm, tears trickle down my cheeks.
The energies intensify and roll off her in powerful waves slowly filling the room with colur and light, forming a 3d patchwork around her. The colours paint the walls of the room creating intricate artwork everywhere.
She moves closer and says something but i am now so blissed out that I can barely make out the words, I am again in a warm bubble of golden syrupy energy. I feel safe I feel like I have come home again.
I think I made out her words, she was mischeiviesous as ever.
I wake up feeling warm and snuggly and don't want to get up at all
I just want to stay with those feelings forever.

The noises of people and the mundane world start to fill my awareness
and I awaken thinking how strange the world is that it does not know what had come to pass.

[comment]
I noticed that the colours in the air were making the kandinsky combinations
those they evolved further

D1 - Class are drawing something, all the drawings are slightly different but all are wrong, red, blue pen is being used.
Ed suggests he could help. I decide to redo lesson and take class back out on a trip to see the art they have been trying to replicate in the art gallery again. Whilst taking them I realise no way is there sufficient time to complete task, it is 2.30pm.
I meet D in corridor she is smiley and helpful, but just makes me feel inaquedate and totally stupid.

D2 - A load of old geezers are drinking in a bar, there is a large pitcher of whiskey which is being refilled. Some have hat and coats on. One looks like delboy out of only fools and horses. They are discussing someone, they don't rate. I have the feeling it is me. That I don't qualify as man enough for their liking.

D3 - Someone is jogging through semi-woodland on a muddy track. They are having a conversation as he runs along, about how his coach has been so great and a fantastic rolemodel. And as I stand by the path, near some training bars, I get the feeling that I am excluded, as i am not a good rolemodel, or father or anything.

D4 - We are at the last minute it seems again, trying to learn the lines for some performance. I try hopelessly to get the kids to remember their lines.
Rob ever helpful, seems to have put me in a barrel and i'm in dark water out at sea.
Next i'm on his boat in a small cabin, I can still sea the dark waters out the little rectangular windows.
He shows me his parasitic worm collection, they are gigantic and very horrible. I try with all my intention to pull away as the worm comes towards my face. I imagine them inside me, eating me.
He is upset about how his worms have not be breeding well, due to the dark wet weather and that the tanks have not been cleaned properly. Inside the wood in the cabin is slightly ornate, not unlike a coffin Oo.

When I awake I am not scared but later remember the extreme sensation and fear.

D1 - I am somewhere nice and sunny, its seems like it maybe morroco, the buildings are gray and there are lots of criss crossing tiny alley ways. A customer comes into my shop and I offer to give them some free stuff. I am trying to promote some cards i have made for children to collect. they look kind of strange but I have got into the idea and am quite hyped about it. He seems very happy.
I go outside with my son (?) and try to find S I spy her around the corner through an archway, unfortunately my son has headed back the other way looking for her. I have a dilema whether to tell her quickly where we are or to rush back and find him before he gets lost :/

D2 - I am making something in my parents kitchen, a weird concoction indeed. Seems like I have got pesto in there somewhere and what looks like some kind of thick pancakey thing, and other stuff Oo. My parents come into to the now darkened kitchen, I quickly hide the evidence as they serve up masses of food. As a child my parents were often quite frugal with food, waste not want not. So I feel guilty.

D3 - Stuck in some other world, I try to escape but to no avail. I feel wrapped in a blanket of fog. I have to kowtow to the empress of the vampires. Oh well, my powers are no good here. I leave but am followed by her minions. I sit in my house but there are invisible vampires on the stairs, watching my every move.

[dream was interesting due to the fact a) I thought issue was resolved b) didn't realise I was thinking about this in the day
=> unresolved & was not a verbalised thought but still there]
D1 - At work, head was checking books, children had answered all questions wrong, even though they were simple for them 6-2=
Other teachers defended me as if to say was not my teaching clearly children were not listening, or paying attention to their work.
Outcome other manager set work for me to do.

[Primal source of feelings]
D2 - A silver tray is full of very gloopy redish pink viscous stuff with lumps of muscle or flesh in it. It is alive, the red is kind of blood.
Someone is looking for me, but i am hidden, hidden inside the flesh and blood, the body.
I jump out at the end. Ta dar! style.

[Delay tactics 1,2 &3]
D3 - I avoid submitting some artwork by sending different peices of art, they come alive and battle to delay the viewer.
There are 3 waves of attack. The last is made up of lovely fiery bowpeople all in flames, firing arrows.

[Comments]
It is interesting to see that it is not my actions of the day that are important but what resides in the background or behind my actions.
I repressed thinking about work, reading a zombie book and doing artwork : these all plopped to the surface in my dreams.