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Type: Non-lucid, vivid, memorable
Lucidity: [1/10]
Vividness: [9/10]

A family reunion at a resort settled on the side of a gorgeous beach, rock faced cliff leading down to the beach, huge glass doors, the whole shibang. It's a beautiful sunny summer day, dark green foliage and healthy trees everywhere, white sand. All is well, children playing, until one of the Aunts of the family notice the youngest child of the family is missing, a little girl. The whole family searches around the house, no girl - spreads the search outside around the house toward the beach, everyone is calling for her. As more time passes without finding her, the girl's mother becomes more and more frantic and paranoid [as any mother would in the situation]. Since these huge rocks [like Red Rocks in Denver, except normal looking with green moss] are right behind the house, the mother is convinced she's fallen off and everyone heads down to the beach below and recruit the beach goers for a search party. A bell sounds in the distance and everybody gathers around - a man sees something in the near distance floating in to shore.

The scene skips to flashes of some pictures of the little girl laughing and playing with a guy in his early thirties probably, pretty normal looking, that somebody must have taken earlier that day, showing that she must have been abducted by this man and killed. The family finds the work-place of the guy since he is nowhere to be found, a video rental/convenience store, and go there late at night after they hold the girl's funeral on the side of the hill near the place she died.. The father of the girl walks behind the counter and register and holds him up against the wall by his throat, acusing him of what he did and getting angry, not shouting angry but more of a morbid/calm/sad anger instead of hysterics. The whole family files in behind him, takes pictures of this happening, and proceeds to walk around the store like tourists, beach clothes, big glasses and all, checking out the movies available and eating food off the shelves [evidently terrorizing the guy]. Some of them go outside to smoke periodically. They leave after a bit , silently staring at the clerk [stealing lots of stuff from the store as they go], push him over and say "This isn't over."

Focus switches to the clerk ,sitting on the ground behind the counter with a kind of confused, thoughts burning through his head - he never abducted any girl. He was spending his break on the beach, and happened to walk past a little girl with a sunhat and dress on. She looked up and smiled at him, and as if the rug was pulled out from under his feet, the world turns hellish - black stormy sky, the girl has become a nude red demon with distorted and malicious looking features, and the ocean has morphed into a swirling vortex of fire and lava. The demon grabs his leg and starts hauling at his leg, pulling him into the ocean of fire. He loses conciousness, and comes to his senses lying on the beach, alone. He looks into his lap, where the family threw the pictures of him playing with the girl happily, hauntedly.

After this I'm on the hill where the girl is buried, digging through her coffin, which is like a shell of a coffin around hers, so she's not lying there dead or anything. It's dark out, waning moon and lots of stars, it seems that the hill is near the backyard of the supposed abductor. I'm looking through this bag and I find a comic, which shows the entire dream I just had, and at the end it shows this place 2,000 years later, and the place where the girl pulled him into the fire, there is a swirling rock formation that resembles the vortex that had appeared. This adds to the creepiness of the whole thing, and I run down to the water to investigate. I'm wearing beach clothes, feel the cool sand under my feet. Incredibly clarity. Well, there's nothing there, just an ordinary beach, and I run back up to the coffin to fetch the comic book to show my friends, but when I look it is no longer there! I don't feel compelled to open the casket, nor fearful of it particularly, but close the coffin and start heading to my car. As I do my black cat Tori runs past me and meows, I chase and pet her a bit [ADHD LOL] then dash to my car to drive off quickly since I'm trespassing on this guy's property. I get in, foot on the break, try to quickly search for my keys where I usually stash them - find it! - fumble a bit and stick it into the ignition, lights on, turn the key and the car won't start and I wake up.


This reinforces, yet again, that driving a car is one of my most frequent dream activities, for whatever reason. I've been in a car in several dreams just in this past week. I've resolved to do an RC every single time I get into a car from now on . If I'm in a car and realized I haven't RC'd yet, then I missed the target but RC anways. This way I'll have it in my head "did I RC when I got in the car?", and if I didn't I might think to myself "Well how and when did I get in this car? Who is with me?" and might impel me to examine my situation more intently and BAM LUCIDITY.


well.. that's the plan at least.

[This started out as a regular dream, but it was after my alarm had gone off and I was only partially asleep and partially awake, so I think I was actively using my imagination to keep this sequence of events going, and it felt like I was doing so from outside it, as if my imagination were a video game controller. Hence the shift from teal and present tense, representing a regular dream, to green and past tense, which is what I use for those times when I'm not sure if what I experienced was a really low-quality lucid dream, or just me imagining stuff, or what.]

I'm in the brown car with P. We're both sitting in the back seat, but I'm still controlling the car. [I honestly don't know if I'm just reaching forward and grabbing the wheel every so often, or I'm just telekinetic.] I remember that we've driven this way in dreams before. I say to P., “Thanks again for the ride.” Apparently, she brought the car to pick me up from somewhere and take me home. We're driving up a major street in the area where we grew up.

At some point, we shifted from riding in the car to riding on bicycles. She was on a little pink bicycle that one or the other of us had when we were little. We continued our journey back toward the house on bicycles. I realized that on the route we were going, we would eventually get to a street named Amaranth, where I would get hit by a car and killed. I knew this because I remembered dreaming about it before. [Now that I'm fully awake and writing this, though, I don't remember dreaming about it before. More false memories, I think.] As we got closer to Amaranth Street, I felt a cold chill of fear of my impending death for a moment, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I was also aware that none of this was real. We reached the corner where we could turn to get onto Amaranth Street, or take a different route. I said, “Do you believe in fate? I don't.” P. decided to take the different route, the one that wouldn't take us onto Amaranth Street at all, and we continued riding.

This was in one of the shorter REM periods, so it wasn't very long.

I was standing in front of my school with one of my best friends when I realised that I was dreaming.
"Oh...My...God," I say to him, "IT'S A DREAM!!!!!!!!"
He disappears and I think 'Ok, I've got to keep this lucidity, I can't loose it. Do something special!'
I decide to fly, but not upwards, as I heard that I gets people out of lucidity, so I just fly about 4 feet off the ground but crash back down, my hands grazing on the pavement, I struggle to contain my excitement. I bump in and out of the air until the end of the driveway, where I fly to 20 feet in the air. The dream ends, or I forgot the rest.

I could have set the school on fire
But still, it was one of the longest times I've been lucid

Someone is projecting a cartoon of a giant butterfly onto pavement parking lot. A small crowd is gathered, I am there with my dog. She happens to stand right on top of the projection, and it makes it look as though she has butterfly wings. I grab my camera to take a video.

I am with old elementary school friends(female) and we meet D(old friend, male) and he is happy to see everyone but me. (D and I have a history, and he hurt me very much by suddenly dropping out of my life) He agrees to take everyone upstairs to his luxurious loft to meet his wife, but looks at me and asks (demands) that I stay outside. I agree at first, but then feel left out and want to be included, so I follow behind everyone. D's accent has gained a slight southern twang, and his wife is a rich snob. Shes hows off her gaudy jewelry and I am unimpressed. I make fun of D's accent and ask him when he got it. He says he can't believe I just said that. I am getting angry- "You can't believe I said that? I can't believe you treated me the way you did. He is getting angry. Ignores me. We are all then walking out and he turns to me and says he doesn't want to hear anything from me. He grabs my nose hard and looks at me violently. When he lets go I say I just want to know why. Before I see anything but an angry reaction, I wake up.

Later:

I am inline for a movie with my Mom, brother and her ex-husband and 2 kids. I agree to go find seats with the youngest girl and I ask my mom to get me some chocolate and popcorn. S and I grab some seats. A small white poodle runs down the aisle and people try to capture it. It runs by me and I am able to grab it. I move to hand it off to a man who seemed to be trying to get it, but it wasn't his. I carried it out to the lobby, where a young girl tried to help me find the owner, then I remembered seeing a woman with a larger dog, so I took the poodle over to her. It was Charles Bukowski and his wife (fake wife-some tall blond woman) and she had a lab-type dog in a a baby carrier. (ha!) I asked if she could watch this dog, and because in the dream they both knew and liked me, she agreed. I went back to the theater and sat with my family. The movie seemed to be projected onto tiles of glass, and it looked like an accident. It was a movie about Bukowski, and I thought about how I had just seen him and we were friends and wondered why I didn't tell him I was watching his movie. I decided it was for the best. The movie stopped, someone said over a loud speaker that they were going to fix it. While leaving I briefly thought I lost my purse but found it attached to my waist like a belt. We rode a strange vehicle that went directly through chain-linked fences without harming the vehicle, the fence, or us, and the vehicle was open-topped, so we were magically going through the fence without being sliced into little diamond shapes. I decided it must have to do with the precise speed we were traveling. I got home, and in my room I changed into my new shoes and thought about how I had just bought these at the mall but I had previously ordered them online and now I would have to cancel the online order. I put on a long skirt, and decided I was going to roam around town, looking into bars like I used to. It was raining, but I remembered walking in the rain before. I used to meet up with Bukowski and others and hang out in bars. I thought I would look for Bukowski tonight. As I changed shirts, I began pulling out medium-sized nails that were in 3 long columns along my chest and abdomen. As I easily pulled each one out with my hand, I saw that there was just a dry clean hole left. As I put on another shirt, I decided I would leave the nails out tonight, people like Bukowski would understand, He probably had holes in his chest too.

I left work for the day and decided to get some DQ on the way home. I took the drive through to be fast but wouldn't you know it, it took longer because they were so busy because it was lunch time.
I must have been pre-occupied with something when they swiped my bank card because after I got my food I waited for them to swipe it and they finally after a few minutes told me they swiped it already.
So I was annoyed and got in my car and drove off.
As I drove I got lost and ended up in some part of town I didn't recognize. As I got even more frustrated, I decided to take what I thought might be a short cut which was a tunnel-like thing. But as I drove through it, I began to regret the decision because the floor was all slippery and my car was swerving slightly and the walls were narrow and covered with construction signage and blue chalk.
So I finally decided to turn around and go back the way I came. As I did so, I noticed that the tunnel was a bit narrower coming back so I slowed down which made me swerve a bit more.
As I tried to control the car, I ended up hitting the back of it ever so slightly on the wall. So I stopped to assess the damage.
The back-right-hand top-side of the car had been scraped and I couldn't fathom how it was so bad when all that I could tell from inside was that it was slightly bumped. (Which should have given away the dream but it didn't for some reason.)
So the paint had been scraped off and replaced with the blue chalk and I pondered the cost of fixing it, plus the fact that it had just been fixed by my grandpa and I wondered if he'd be willing to fix it again.
I went round to the front of the car and saw the chocolate sundae on the ground (even though I had ordered a cherry one) and as I looked a truck came barrelling down the tunnel and I felt embarrassed.
When I came back around the car it was on it's right side in a ditch and I was wondering how the day could get any worse. But when I went to the back and looked at the scrape I thought that perhaps it wasn't so bad. Then I woke up.

1. I'm walking through the Grand Canyon with a school trip. Everything is ridiculously clear and vivid; the sky is the bluest I've ever seen and the rocks are towering above. We go to climb some of the cliffs and the texture of the rocks is rough beneath my fingers.

2. All I remember is shaving, and shaving poorly. Whenever I draw the razor across my face, I nick it and draw blood. Once I even pull a sheet of skin off instead of hair. I'm hurt and frustrated.

Hello:
last night was a bit weird. I dreamed about my old school, but it had a new style.

Hours of sleep: 6.3h
Vividness: 3/5
Recall: 3/5

In front of me there is a huge shopping mall. It looks like a mall, but it isn't one. Let me explain: The buuilding was huge and quadratic, like a mall, but in front of it was a little wall with bushes, a bus stop and a lot of students are in front of it. Some of them are 14, but the majority are 18/19.
I walk to a guy with glasses and start a conversation:
-Why are we waiting here outsides?
- Hug...
- What?
- The door is closed.
- Did you try open it?
- Nope
- How can you be sure that's closed?
I get no answer and I walk alone to the door and *surprise* it's opened. I don't pay attention and I simply keep walking.

I don't know what happened exactly next, but it turns out that it's my old school. I'm in a class, but I'm really tired. My eyelids shutt down several times. I don't know if I'm a student or if I'm here for my practical training as teacher. I stand up and get out of the classroom.
I go to the cafeteria. It looks a bit weird and not the way as I have it in memory (I spent nearly my half life there and know every little corner of it). I sit somewhere down and start eating a meal composed with beans and bacon. Suddenly I see that in front of me is a friend. He starts speaking:
- You look really exhausted today. Have you got a girlfriend or just more work?
I don't answer him, because I know he's jocking.
- Well, do you know what happened during the class? There were some chicks who made fun of you, because you nearly fell asleep.

He imitates the situation by closing his eyes and let sink down his head, lifted it immediately and open his eyes. He repeats it.

- That's what they did all the time! But I just told them to STFU and stop making fun of you. I'm glad to help.
- Wow, you did that really for me? Your a real bro!
- Yes you know my motto: Bros before Ho's

We start laughing. A few girls show up. They ask me what I'm eating. I tell them and ask them if they want to taste. One of them takes a fork out of her handbag (that's what I call organisation ) and tastes it. She doesn't like it and they walk away.

I'm suddenly in the big auditorium of my old school. A lot of students are there. A play is performed. It's about a guy who always falls asleep while sitting on a chair. I know that it's an allusion on my behaviour in class and to show my protest I cough as loud and as artificial as possible. everyone looks at me.

That's it. I hope I soon get a lucid

(This dream was actually from two nights ago. I don't remember any dreams from last night.)

I was in the belltower of a building like a mission-style church, with adobe or stucco walls. I saw a crowd of people below. Some were milling around. Some may have been looking up at me. I told myself at some point that I was in Korea.

While in the tower, I may actually have been conversing (mentally? non-verbally?) with a man down on the ground. The man was shortish, mediun-build, slightly balding Korean man wearing eyeglasses, a pale polo shirt and pale jeans. The man may have been a family member of mine.

In the middle of our "conversation," I looked up to the sky and pointed. There was a sudden atmosphere of panic. Then a huge, white jet flew into our view.

The jet was so long, narrow, and white, that I at first thought it was a nuclear missle. It had two fin-like objects prtruding from its nose. But then, as the object sped over me, I could see that it was just an enormous, very thin, white jet with thin, squarish wings.

The jet made a lot of noise and then passed out of view of the church. I may have feared the jet was going to crash once it was out of view. I'm not sure whether the jet crashed.

I was now writing a review of this whole thing, as if writing about an air show for an online newspaper.

I was now a little girl. I was writing (actually, more like thinking out my article or "remembering" the article "I had written) about the man with whom I had been conversing as if he were the organizer of this show.

I was giving the man a bad review. In the middle of the review, however, the man stopped me. He was now my (the little girl's) father. He was white, tall, strong, with tan skin and blonde hair. He sat on steps (leading up to the bell?) and grabbed my arms gently.

He shook me a little and asked me to tell him why I had said those things about him. I don't know why I wasn't answering -- maybe I felt like being rude. He then started asking me about the big jet, and what kind of jet I thought it was.

I told him (it was now like I was looking out from the belltower or some balcony) that it wasn't a --, because I had actually seen stealth bombers flying over New York City on a number of occasions. I corrected myself, thought slowly, and said, "No. I mean Blackbirds."

I don't know whether the man/"my daddy(which is what I called him -- daddy)" believed me, but he took me to a big area full of jets. I figured that now I'd be able to point the Blackbird out to him.

We drove through what looked like a vast parking lot full of jets. The place seemed to be completely void of people. There might have been some huge structures around, the walls or building-top bridges of which occasionally shaded the parked jets.

We curved counter-clockwise into another aisle of parked jets. I saw a jet that looked a little like a Blackbird. So I pointed it out to the man as a Blackbird.

But it wasn't quite right. It looked too small. It looked plasticky. And it also looked flat, as if the jet had been flipped upside-down or had its top shaved off. It seemed to have three rectangular holes in it, too, like it was a jet-sized light switch.

We were driving down the parking lot. I may have seen more jets that almost looked like Blackbirds. The man and I were driving toward some area that seemed to have a small, rickety, metal staircase going up the side of it. I could feel the warmth of the sun.

I'm posting this dream because it is quite funny. When I woke up I couldn't stop laughing:

I am standing in a window, watching the rain storm outside. I get the sudden urge to run in the rain, and I touch the glass. The glass is warm and I can feel every drop of rain that hits it. I say aloud, "Eww, that's icky rain." and then the fun beings. I say to myself, "Now, you may ask, 'Grant, how did you come up with such a creative and incredulous name such as 'Icky Rain'?' Well I'll tell you, my friend. I first came to the conclusion that this is, indeed, rain of the same origin as pleasure-giving rain. It must have came from the same clouds as a pleasant shower, but under much different circumstances. No, my brother, I tell you. This rain is rain from the heavens but it had its birth in Hades. It is composed of the same molecules, but these molecules behave quite differently than the molecules of the ideal raindrop. These move faster, further, and are nigh unstoppable. These raindrops... have.... HEAT!" I say, putting one hand into another for extra wrathful and angered effect. "No, this heat is quite different from that in your easy bake oven, little man. This heat is unpleasant and undesired. If it had a mother it would be rejected as an unwanted child. These foul drops hit this window with a scream, as they feel their short lives coming to an end. They all shall die. None shall be spared. We can not live in the same world as an everliving icky waterdroplet. No, I tell you again, their crimes must be stopped." I finish with such passion as though I had just finished giving a speech. Normally I can't remember much dialog in dreams, but this one has stuck with me for some reason.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I will be experimenting with the doses of B6 this weekend, I tried taking 150 mg last night (one 100 mg pill and one 50 mg) and I had two pretty long dreams. I'm not sure if one of them is more effective than the other, and that's why I'm gonna try them out.

03.00: Work
I'm at work with my friend Henrik. We're doing some ground work and it's really confusing. I wonder why the hell I don't know how to do this (on the brink of becoming lucid). Henrik tells me has to take a walk and walks down a path into the forest. I figure he just needs to make a call or whatever and continues working. He comes back and we do some more work. After a few minutes of digging in the mud, he tells me he has to go take another walk. I'm starting to suspect something and I follow him.

I walk with my eyes downcast and I see he's meeting up with his real father. They notice me but I continue walking up a hill. I walk up to a guy at work and I start talking to him. "Don't take this personal Matteh, but you gotta learn how to do this properly" he tells me and points at a map. "Yeah I know, don't worry, I'm not mad" I tell him and feel like an idiot. My boss comes up to me and starts talking about David.

"He's become such a slacker. He will never make it. He started out as a good boy, then ended up smoking and cheating on his girlfriend and everything" I agree with him.

07.30: McClub - höhö
I'm with a few friends and Monica at some kind of mc club. Apparently we're just about to have some fun with go-carts. I try them out a bit and I notice I can barely turn the thing without my wrists hurting. "Oh well, I'll just look then" I say and walk away. I grab a sandwich and sit down on the ground next to a small yellowish box. Inside I find alot of pictures of Marilyn Monroe, and she's naked in many of them!

I take a good look at her perky black and white boobs before the owner of the club comes up to me and tells me to hand the box over. Suddenly I get the urge to play Magic the Gathering and my friend G tells me to get the cards in the car. I walk outside and it's night out. There's a couple of guys standing outside of a bar and smoking. I grab the card boxes from the car and I lock the doors. "Why weren't they locked before?" I wonder and start walking back. I hide the cards under my sweater and has to walk a bit retarded.

Two guys walk past me, they're twins I notice and I start wondering about faces in dreams, since you can only see faces you've once seen (according to the myth). The dream changes and we're at the grocery store. Monica has taken a shopping cart and I notice several coins under it on a tray. I start collecting all the 50 cent ones (they're not valid anymore) and I get a whole bunch. An old lady comes up to us and starts talking about random things.

I spot several 1 kr coins, but they're more like euros with gold on the outside and silver in the middle. Only these had bronze on the inside and silver on the outside. Pretty cool! I show Monica. An old taekwondo friend (Juan) comes up to us. He's alot taller than he actually is. We greet and he tells me he has to buy some stuff, but the store is closed. I look behind him and see a few people standing there, waiting for it to open. Doctor Cox from Scrubs is there and he sneaks in. Soon everyone enters the store and Juan aswell.

Amount of sleep: 9½ hours

Food before bed: 1x 100 mg B6, 1x 50 mg B6, 2 Omega-3 pills.

That's it! I had just a few fragments the last two days so I couldn't be bothered writing them down. Anyways weekend is closing in, and I am so having a lucid dream! Was too long ago now. I've started realitychecking alot more often and meditating. Will be awesome.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dating Class

I was in a class about dating with my gf. We were in a lesson about how to construct the perfect date. Me and my gf dissagreed with what the rest of the class said.

Tha Kings

I wanted a pair of giant earrings shaped like dice. The dice were made out of platinum and the dots were made from diamonds. They were called "Tha Kings".

Imaginary friend

I'm walking down a hallway in my inner world with some people. There was a woman, maybe kaomea... not sure. and we were talking about the same imaginary friend that we shared as a child (I actually don't remember an imaginary friend). We seemed to have similar stories about it. The woman then whispered in my ear "We used to kiss, and I remembered actually feeling it."

OK, apologies in advance, but this dream was very fractured.
And unfortunately not lucid.

(Introduction)
I don't remember nearly enough of the first part of this dream, but I recall a pedophile stalking a pair of very young twins.
These girls were maybe 8 and were dressed in bold, violet dresses.
I recall standing at the entrance to a foreboding room, with the twins sitting 20 feet apart staring at me.
I could feel another presence in the room; an evil, female presence that appears later in the dream.
Anyway, some weird event happened that set these little girls up as evil.
They moved their bodies in demonic ways and a piercing scream coming from an unknown place that hurt my ears.
Perhaps they were evil because of the pedophile? Idk..

Anyway, second part of the dream (The Voyage):
I was travelling with a group of maybe 10 people.
There was a mother figure, a father figure, those small twins, me, and an assortment of other teenagers.
In our travels through a snowy landscape, some kids would split off the group to go to their homes or just for the sake of travelling a different road.
I was still with the group and I kept an eye on those girls. I was the only one who knew they were evil.
Near the end of the trek, it looked as if I would be stuck with the girls until we were alone and they would kill me
so I tried to escape, but the mother figure caught be crawling underneath a sheet of ice and I was unable to go free.

Third part of dream (The Split):
Somehow, from this original party, a party consisting a white guy, me, and one of the little girls, split off into a final group.
We all wore the same white tunic with a red cord accessory.
I followed the white guy and the little girl followed me.
We entered into the real world, I assume it was, because people were wearing normal clothes and we saw very few people with tunics like ours.
Looking behind me the little girl split off in a different direction before we crossed a bridge and I still followed the white guy.
I suppose we were mages or something, because the white guy held a wand and threw energy at random people as we walked.
(Btw, this guy was unaware I was following him. I followed because I did not know where I was going)
At this point, I suppose I started becoming a viewer instead of an actor. I followed this white guy around and witnessed his life.

Fourth part of dream (Tony Stark and the Ogre):
My dream skipped forward maybe 20 years. This white guy shed his tunic and began wearing normal clothes and stopped using magic.
He grew to a man that looked interestingly like Tony Stark from the Iron Man movie.
This guy lived a luxurious life and seemed to even forget his past of magic.
One day he was playing billiards with some friends when something weird happened.
I don't recall exactly what freaked everybody out, but I think it was a window breaking or something.
Anyway, people started walking out of this building and me and Tony Stark back to his apartment.
When we got there a black guy walked from behind a pillar and introduced himself as an Ogre.
Tony was freaked out by this and walked to a different room,
but this black guy followed him saying, "Don't you remember? Or have you forgotten your abilities?"
I realized this was a black guy from the original party when we were all kids.
He grew up to be a tall menacing figure who still remembered a bit of his past.
Eventually he convinced Tony to remember his magic abilities and help him defeat that evil girl.

Fifth part of dream (The Arena):
We were at an outdoor theater carved into a mountainside, much like an Ancient Greek theater.
About twenty people were there and ready to witness something, though nobody knew what. And people were still showing up.
Eventually after I felt an evil presence, the girl showed up. She was an older woman in a black and purple dress, and she looked similar to Kerrigan from Starcraft without all the spiky skin.
She looked like a bitch, and you could tell she didn't forget her magic. In fact she honed it, and used it for evil. She was up to something here, but I didn't know what. And she didn't know who we were.
She was about to perform some epic, evil act, and a fight would result, but I unfortunately woke up:/

The end haha

The dream starts in my ecology classroom. The teacher has just handed back an exam, and I've done particularly poorly. I start to complain, arguing for several of my answers, but the teacher doesn't budge. I become louder and more forceful, flailing my arms and even screaming. My classmates start to look at me funny, but I don't care...

I wake up into the same ecology classroom. I realize that the previous dream had been caused by me falling asleep in class, and I'm quite embarrassed. The teacher scolds me while handing back the actual test, on which I've done well. It seems that I actually moved a bit while dreaming, and I apologize. This is, of course, a false awakening, and I soon wake into real life.

Old Age.

Me and Kaomea are an older couple... maybe our kid is getting out of highschool by now.. it's not certain. We are in Hawaii and stepping out of a bus. We then walk up a hill a ways with a can of some sort in our hands. We keep climbing up the hill along a trail until we reach a high cliff. In the can is some of nomad's Ashes, who seems to be recently deceased in the dream. Together we release his ashes over the cliff, and they catch wind down to sea. I look at Kaomea and say "At least we returned him to where he loved to be most. He'll be in our dreams most likely."

Arguing

This was a long dream... but all I remember now is floating over chilliwack and entering a school. I was in a classroom where I was telling my brother that I was going to move away from home. He said I should just stay with the family and learn the trade otherwise I wouldn't amount to anything. I got mad and told him that no matter where I went, I would eventually find a place to live and a job, so don't try to put me in a fear jar. Asuka was merged with kaomea and sitting at a desk smiling at me and my triumphant speech. She had white hair but looked young.