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I got woken up by my mum but went back to bed like usual. In my dream I remember seeing a large catapillar type bug jumping like mario. A person walked into the bug and hit it as it jumped. I laughed and thought thats fake, suddenly then I knew I was in a dream. I had read that when you know you are that you should wake up. I span in cirlces for a while to try and keep myself dreaming and it worked. I came upon a large building that looked like a factory and pushed on my feet. I could fly, not fast like superman but flowing and in the direction I chose. This was a new to me, I loved it. I flew around for the rest of the dream and can't wait to fly again.

Note: This was a night of particularly low recall. I was not successful in my WILD, and I didn't really remember anything for the night until someone mentioned scorpions and that brought back memories of the following dream. So here is my single dream for the night…

I was in a desert location. I wasn't lucid, but for some reason my first thought was of graboids from Tremors, and that led to thoughts of getting eaten by one… which didn't make a lot of sense at all. I pushed the thought out of my mind and looked around, not sure how I had gotten where I currently was. Great. I was lost. I was thinking I had taken a walk from my house and gotten completely lost, even though that has never happened. I usually have a really good sense of direction. I walked for a while. I saw some buildings in the distance. Not too far off. They looked like makeshift buildings made from scrap metal. I wondered if there was even anyone there. I wondered if the buildings were at least located on a main road where I could get my bearings… The entire situation seemed so weird that even though I didn't do a RC, I gained a low level of lucidity…

I went over to the buildings and looked around. At first I didn't see any sign of anyone there, but then I heard people. So I had found someone. I wondered if they would know which way to the main road. I would have preferred to avoid them, but I saw no sign of a main road anywhere. The people were cheering and yelling, sounded like quite a party. But I also heard disappointed groans… I wondered what was going on. I followed the sound and looked out into a fenced area. In the middle of the fenced area there was a crowd of people gathered around something I couldn't see. They were the ones cheering and groaning. I saw money being exchanged. Most likely those who were cheering had won a bet, those groaning had lost a bet. There was a wide variety of people there, men and women, old and young, though there were no children, so I didn't see any problem with approaching them. When I got into the open, a woman spotted me and eagerly invited me over.

"Come on over and join the fun!" she said, "Don't worry if you don't have any money… not everyone is here to place bets. Some of us are just here to enjoy the action." She seemed very friendly and welcoming, so I went over and joined the crowd to see what was going on. She indicated what looked like a miniature boxing ring. It was empty now. She said the next match was about to start. A path through the crowd cleared, and a couple men brought through cages. A rather attractive man with brown hair, and a bald one who had scars on his bald head. They put the cages in the ring and opened the doors with remote controls, then they removed the cages after the occupants of the cages had left. I did a double take… they were scorpions! Not normal small scorpions, but huge ones! Each scorpion was about the size of a Chihuahua! Both the scorpions seemed quite lazy and proceeded to lounge in different parts of the ring. Whatever action these people had expected wasn't going to happen.

The men who had placed the scorpions in the ring didn't seem too pleased. They pulled out cattle prods and started shocking the scorpions, apparently trying to piss them off. Wtf? The scorpions were making loud squealing noises that sounded like pain… I asked no one in particular what those assholes thought they were doing. The woman who had invited me over apparently completely misunderstood my statement and said the shocks would get the critters to fight. People around me were starting to cheer and call out. I didn't like it, not at all. After a couple more shocks the scorpions did lash out at each other, being unable to get to their tormentors, who continued to prod the scorpions to urge them to keep fighting. I pushed my way to the front of the crowd near the attractive man. I grabbed the prod from him. He asked what the fuck I was doing. I asked him how the fuck he would like getting prodded… I poked him with the cattle prod. He jumped back at getting shocked. He grabbed at the cattle prod, but only succeeded in getting himself poked again. He was now cursing fluently at me. A couple men behind me grabbed my arms and the other man took the cattle prod back and proceeded to poke me with it a couple times. It didn't hurt, I just felt a tingly sensation… which wasn't unpleasant. He turned his attention back to the scorpions.

The two men behind me were still holding my arms. I told the man with the cattle prod to stop doing that. The woman who had invited me over told me to relax, they don't feel pain like humans do… and they're just big bugs, so who cares, anyway? I was annoyed at her. I told her they are still living things. One of the men holding me said he had heard of animal rights activists, but bug rights activists? That was a new one on him… Everyone laughed and the two men pulled me out of the crowd and shoved me away, telling me to go cry over bugs somewhere else. Right after that, some of the people cheered and the others groaned, The two men carried the cages out. One was happy and praising his scorpion, while the other was cursing at his bug and saying he would have it chopped into food for his other scorpions.

I followed the men, and they went into the same building. I slipped in before the door closed behind them and locked. It was oppressively hot in there. They put the cages in stacks and then went back outside. People outside were talking loudly and laughing. I heard them laughing at my expense, about how I had opposed abusing scorpions… There were stacks of cages. There were scorpions in all of them. I looked at the two just brought back. Injured scorpions, one near death. I healed them, told them I was there to help so don't go and sting me, then let them out. They quickly headed towards the door. I opened the door and let them out into the desert. I left the door open and opened the other cages, staying clear to avoid being stung. They all headed out to the desert. Some of them headed over towards the group of people. Their laughter turned into screams as they saw the scorpions were loose. There was also a lot of cursing. I looked out and saw people running off into the desert, a few of them trying to fend off scorpions with cattle prods… people getting stung. I wondered if I should feel bad for the people getting attacked… but I found that my 'give-a-damn' was thoroughly busted.

I waited until the place was clear of scorpions, just to be sure they didn't mistake me for one of the people there to watch the fights, then I came out. There were a few people lying on the ground. Most weren't moving. A couple were writhing… they looked very sick… must be the venom. Maybe my 'give-a-damn' wasn't completely busted, since I found it rather disturbing when one of the women crawled over towards me, reached out towards me, "Please… help… me…" and then vomited blood before dying… um… maybe I should've stayed in the building… The other people around me who had been still moving were now also dead. There were dead people and blood everywhere, and I could hear people screaming in the desert at random intervals… were they still being attacked? And it was a bit disturbing… I didn't try to resist it when I felt that I was going to wake up.

Monday, June 28, 2010

A couple weeks ago, I implemented a new rule: DC's aren't allowed to drive. Apparently, I'm one to talk.




I decide to give up my job in Quickton. I'm never going to have enough money for this, so it's time to leave. I hop on a bus, going west.

Calgary is on a terrorist alert; somebody tried to get into the States and do something bad. As such, travel into the States is practically cut off for the time being.

I'm on a boat, out in the ocean. It's a small boat, and I'm just sitting on a bench holding my backpack. I might be drawing on my ridiculously oversize tablet. The captain comes up to me and says we're getting close to the path of my next ship, so I should pack up. He hands me a whole bunch of change to cover the fare for the next boat.

I wander onto the second boat with my tablet and my backpack. I'm shown to my room. The room itself keeps changing. There are huge windows looking out into a hallway at first, and the whole hallway is covered in posters. Later, the windows look out over a hostel-style common room that I remember from another dream. I remember thinking that it would be really cool to have one of the rooms overlooking the common room on the second story.

I step through the wall and grab a book from one of the shelves.

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"They're fucking cannibals! Close the door, close the fucking door!"

This has happened before, I register dimly, we're on another loop. I'm too busy slamming the door on someone's fingers to notice. I kick them free and slam the door again. I'm turning the key on the ignition - Ben, why didn't you turn the car on while I was fighting - and barreling through the two dozen people in front of us. One hits the windshield, scrabbles for purchase, and goes sliding off as we pick up speed.

We're on the highway to Regina. It's night. I'm panicked and trying to decide if I should pull over and calm down or keep driving as fast as I can.

"Slow down," says my brother, "This isn't helping." We're fairly far away from the compound.

I slow down to 110 clicks, but I'm still passing other vehicles. This shouldn't be a double lane highway, should it?

My brother gives me a look.

"Shut up," I say, "The speed limit is 110."

The road is twisty and I'm not sure where the lanes are and I'm starting to get confused. Abruptly, the car takes a random turn to the left, and I'm in the ditch, driving through a field that doesn't feel much different than the road.

We come to a stop on another highway, adjacent to the first.

"Maybe we should go this way?" No response from my brother, so I put the car back in drive and start moving at a reasonable pace.

The road ends. We go flying off of a cliff. I see everything from the third person, the camera angle far above us and looking down at the mountains below.

This wouldn't happen in real life, I reason. This is obviously a dream. I remember making a car fly in one of my previous dreams, so I try to do that now.

I'm alone, falling through the air without a vehicle. I've slowed my descent reasonably, and I land at the base of a cliff crawling with rock climbers.

I ignore them. What were my lucid goals again? Oh yeah, pyrokinesis. I bring my hands together like I'm holding a ball between them, and slowly bring them apart. Nothing's happening.

I take a deep breath, focus on all of the rage and anger and fear that I felt in the previous dream. I bring my hands apart, and this time a chain of beads of fire forms between them. I wave my hands and the fire dissipates.

Huh. Apparently it's easier to summon fire when you're actually being threatened. Good to know.

I grab a cardboard box wedged in the rocks behind me and try to do the same thing. The cardboard smoulders on one edge, but doesn't catch fire.

I climb up the cliff face and sit on one of the ledges. The place has shifted into an immense cavern, and sunlight is streaming in through the many entrances. The rock varies from pure white marble to pale grey granite.

I see a pack of wolves in the distance. They're beautiful. They're on the same level as me. They get closer, and one comes over and sniffs at me. I growl at him, and he dances back, cautious. He comes closer again.

We're standing at the ground level of the cave, trying to communicate. The wolf catches onto English quickly, and soon we're having a conversation that I can't remember.

At the same time, we hear someone approaching in the distance.

"It's a hunter," I tell the wolf. "You should run. Take the rest of your pack with you."

Suddenly, I'm a lot younger, and won't be able to stand up to the hunter.

The hunter shows up and realizes that his quarry got away. He gives me a ride back to town.

"This place is totally empty," he tells me, "You might not be able to get a ride out for a while."

"No worries." I eye the empty stretch of highway, remember what someone said on the forums. I hold my thumb out, and someone shows up within seconds.

I climb into the car with a bunch of girls - there's one seat left - and we drive off to wherever we're going. I try to pay attention to the roads so I can remember how we got there.

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A dream about a bunch of different worlds. Apparently Aslan kicked everybody (including the animals) out of Narnia. Now talking animals and fairies and Faeries are wandering from world to world, trying to find somewhere to live. So am I, for that matter.

I knock on the door. It opens to a short old woman, who asks what my name is.

"I'm Rory."

"No, you're not," she says, sounding angry. Apparently there's a prophecy about a girl named Rory.

"I'm Rory, but I'm a guy?"

"Oh, well, that's okay then." She invites me inside.

There are fairies in cages. I can see the daring rescue from here.

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I'm Harry Dresden, and I'm in a city... somewhere. I remember that I was looking for ways to travel in dreams, and I wonder if I can use the Ways through Faerie.

I'm reading the new Dresden Files book. My mom is in the room.

"Oh, come on!" I say. My mom looks up, questioning.

"Everyone is Michael's vessel. Dean Winchester was Michael's vessel. In that last thing I read, Lucifer was Michael's vessel. Now Dresden? This is getting ridiculous."

Besides, Dresden already got possessed by an angel.

My Driving. Scare Factor: 4.

The Ways might be an interesting way of getting around, though. Dissolve the dream, wander through the Void, find what I'm looking for.

(The Void being that blackness that seems to be behind every dream.)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My journey from ambitious underling to rival archangel.

I'm sitting at my desk, poring over some ancient text, but my mind is elsewhere. My team has just made a fascinating discovery, a book that could unlock ancient magics unknown even to the angels. Whomever can harness its power could go so far as to take over the world.

Unfortunately, we're working for Lucifer (from Supernatural). It's not by choice, I can assure you.


Sandman!Lucifer could kick your ass.

I hear the alarm go off. Immediately, I'm running down the stairs to our secret underground laboratory. The place is collapsing; dirt is streaming from the walls and rocks are falling around me. I run to the desk where Lucifer was working earlier, and grab the grimoire, the codex (decoder), and the journal that he was translating it into. Beside the books is a black LED keychain that's supposed to be a portkey. I pick it up, but nothing happens.

I'm running for the exit, not sure if I'm going to make it. I'm at the entrance hallway, but all of the main-level exits are blocked. An old man - possibly Amon - appears beside me. He says that there's a ladder I can use.

Sure enough, there is. I climb up the ladder - Amon is behind me - and we both make it out.

Lucifer is in the common area, sitting at a table with his head in his hands. He looks really mad - probably because the grimoire is lost. I try to turn down another hallway, but he sees me and the grimoire before I have the chance to leave. Suddenly, Lucifer seems very pleased.

Once we're out of sight, I turn around and smack Amon over the head, wondering why he had to take us directly past Lucifer. Comprehension dawns on his face, and he asks me if I was trying to betray our boss.

Yes! Obviously!

Amon wants to know if I really think I can get away with it, but I shrug and tell him I'm not worried.

Lucifer corners me later and asks why I'm not grateful that he brought me back to life.

What? Of course I would be... oh, I remember now. My character was really mad for some reason.

"Thanks for that, by the way," I say. I'm still taking over.

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I'm at some Misha Collins fan-thing. Everyone around me is all excited, but I have things to do. I go and try on jeans in a store. They don't fit, and I'm tired of clothes-shopping already.

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On a bus, I see Lucifer again. He's avoiding me. I try to unobtrusively sit beside him, but he switches seats when people get up to leave.

I see Sally, from school, is on the bus too. This can't end well.

Why am I not worried about myself, though?

Oh, right. I'm Michael. Duh.

I tell Sally that she has to get off the bus. People are turning into piles of maggots around us, and she has to leave before she does too.

"Ask the bus driver to open the door." I say.

She points to the bus driver, who's a pile of bugs covering all the controls.

I run over to the front of the bus. I plunge my hands into the squirming mass of maggots (and I can feel them wriggling all over my skin), and pull the lever for the door to open. Sally gets off the bus and starts running.

All of the maggots on the bus are streaming towards Lucifer, somehow going to power him. He looks weak right now, though. He's lying down on one of the seats, and I go over to him.

He asks me if I'm going to give one of those good-guy speeches about love an acceptance. I tell him that just because I turned out to be an angel (again) doesn't mean I'm one of the good guys.

I call up a small amount of light energy to cleanse the pile of bugs. It starts off tiny, and gets bigger and bigger...

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I'm in a dark hallway with the same LED keychain from earlier. The small flashlight doesn't actually create light, though. When I click it once, the lights go on. When I click it again, the lights go off. Every second time I click it, something scary happens in the hallway, and if I'm in the hallway when it happens... who knows?

Holly, from high school, shows up, talking about Sailor Moon. I'm at the top of the staircase, and I think she's one of my enemies. When she's almost at the top, I telekinetically blast her down the stairs.

She gets up and informs me that it wasn't very nice to do that. I shrug and apologize, sheepish. Apparently she actually is on my side.

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I'm watching clips of a cartoon. It's about animals running farms. I think this is ironic, and the cows suddenly start acting strange.

There's a little yellow chick trapped in a flipped-over bus that's about to explode. The other animals are trying to figure out how to rescue him.

One of the adults holds up a diagram of a kite, which the people inside the bus can hold onto and fly out the door with.

I'm flying with the kite over a sea-side city. I'm just over power lines, and I don't want to hit them. I'm on top of a marina. I have to make it past the cruise ships, out to sea so I can fall into the water.

The Devil You Don't. Scare Factor: 4.

I had a girl sleeping over so I did not record my dreams in the middle of the night like I usually do.

Girlfriend stealer:

I was with my best friend and one of his girlfriends (he had two) We kept looking at each other in that flirting way. Later Michael left and it was just her and I. We confessed our love for each other and started making out. I later went and bought her a wallet that she loved. The dream suddenly switched to us being in my living room and Michael buying her a purse. I was a little upset, but tried not to show it. His girlfriend did not like his purse and kept whispering that she liked mine better. It switched scenes to me and this other girl he is seeing. We were laying on a bed on the floor and flirting. We started fooling around and Michael called her cell. He did not know that I was there and we were too nervous to tell him. I told her that he wouldn't care and that we should tell him at some point. She said she wanted to give me head and then we could switch so I went to the bathroom to get ready.

Flipping out on mother:

I came home and found my speakers on the floor downstairs. I went upstairs and found my newly cleaned room a mess. My mom borrowed my speakers and messed up my room trying to take them out. I started yelling at her at the top of my lungs and punching walls telling her that she needed to put them back. I had Kara upstairs and felt that she was really uncomfortable so I made a joke saying that I was going to throw away her lipstick if she did not put it away. I could hear Kara laugh upstairs.
I went back upstairs and saw Lindsey and two guys up there talking about drugs. They were all talking about how to stay cool when getting caught by the police while on drugs. They were acting out scenes on what to do if you are pulled over by a cop. It was really funny and the dream ended with me laughing.

Wow I woke up this morning and first thing i thought of was not to wake my boyfriend and wham, my latest dream exited my head. I will try again tmrw morning, I hope with more enthusiasm.

11:30p-10:00a
Scott's twin
I was in a relationship with Scott (guy from work, name changed ) but it wasn't going very well. Actually, it was already over, and I had unintentionally struck up a relationship with his twin brother (who, for the remainder of the dream, we'll call Benton, cos he never actually had a name). Benton had warned me that his brother was on the way out. He was a bit of a playboy and wanted some hot young thing. Benton, however, was the opposite. Caring, nurturing and seemed to really like me for me. We agreed that we would keep our relationship a secret from Scott for a while.

[Weigh scale]
I was in this room with some other girls. We were all in our swim suits and lined up, weighing each other on this scale that was actually at the edge of a diving board (I mean, the "diving board" was the scale). Everyone was getting some pretty average numbers (130-150 range). I stepped on, and I hit 150 (which was rather disappointing, since I don't weigh that much!).

Scott came up to me and said, "Whoa, you really let yourself go! See, that's why I moved on to Jenny," and on his arm was a blonde bimbo who looked about 18.

I retorted, "I'm dating your brother!" And turned away. He was totally stunned (and actually kind of hurt). The other girls congratulated me for putting the jerk in his place. I thought, "I should warn Benton that Scott knows."

[Back at the house]
I'm at the house, and my brother, Mike is also there. I can't remember the entirety of this scene, but I remember being on the phone with Benton and telling him what I said. He said that was alright, and said his twin was rude.

[At Dinner]
I arrived at a cafeteria and saw Mike, Amelia (his GF), and Scott at a table in the corner. "Why is he sitting with my family?" I thought. It was a buffet-style cafeteria, so I went to get my food first. There was only one bowl left and it had food dried onto the bottom. I remained in line with the bowl, and brought it up to the counter-help. I asked for a clean bowl and said I didn't need food from the counter, but there were no good bowls or plates left.

He gave me one and I got some perogies. I went back to my table and saw that it was actually Benton sitting with my brother. This made me happy.

So, this morning, I has a pretty awesome dream. I did in fact become lucid in it, for the first time in a long while.

The first I remember of the dream was that there was a bunch of DV members, and we were racing through the sky, flying. I know there was more before that lead up to this, but I just cannot remember. The people who I remember were definitely there, was Tyler and DuB, and I think ninja too. There was a load more, at least 5 or 6 more, but I don't remember who they were. So, we were flying in the sky, and below us was the weirdest sight ever. The ground was like made of huge 2D squares, some higher and some lower. So the ground wasn't all connected together, it was really weird. It was also kind of blue-ish. I think it was part sea, and part land. Very strange thing to see.

We came up to a wooden building in the sky, where we took a break (The race wasn't competitive, just a little bit of fun), and some of us were just playing around out side, flying around the building, etc. And then one of the DV members, possibly DuB pushed me, and I started to fall to the ground, and I couldn't fly back up.

Then, as I was falling, I had the strangest sudden realisation it was a dream. I just kinda went "wait, THIS IS A DREAM OMG" and then I instantly flew back up to the building where everyone was.
I started jumping around all excited. I'm surprised I didn't wake up, actually. But, I did actually say to myself while I was jumping about, "Ah, I'm gunna wake up at this rate", so I calmed it down a bit. I was still excited though. So I ran around happy, and I told everyone that it is a dream. I started flying around too, shouting at everyone, going "Guy's it's a fucking dream, do a fucking reality check"
Then one by one, each of them started to do their reality checks, and they all "became lucid" too.
At the time, I was slightly deluded, and I thought they were all the real people (i.e. Dream sharing) But I don't think it was a shared dream.

We all started to show off all our skills. One of them did a back flip or something while flying. Then I went "Hah, that's nothing", and I stood straight up, and the Iron Man suit (Iron Man suit is practically my signature style in LDs) started to go on me, like in Iron Man 2 where he puts the case down and stands on it, and the suit goes on him. Like this:

I felt so awesome while doing that. Then I flew up a bit, to show off my thrusters, etc. Then dropped back down. Then I think someone else put on an Iron Man suit.

My memory is getting a bit fuzzy at this point, but I know there wasn't much left of the dream before I woke up.
The little wooden building turned into a house, where we all lived. (I guess I lost control of the situation. But I was still lucid)
And I remember that Tyler was sick, or something, so he was lying in bed.

And that is really all I remember. Some other stuff happened in Tyler's room, like flying around or something, but I don't remember well enough to say.

I was walking home from a day of shenanigans. And then the bridge across the river comes up. It is filled with other kids I don't like. I hold on to the edges and shimmy my way over to the other side so the kids don't push me in. Cole is on the other side of the edge and I am scared so I push him. He then suddenly flies 100+ feet out into the river PLOP! I then go home..

In this dream I am the one to discover L's true name. L has his own bible like thing that he created. I decided it was some sort of code. So apparently I broke it down. The third book in his 'bible' is "awliet". I figured "L" and "awliet" must go together somehow. So I decided that his name was in fact "Lawliet"

this wasn't a dream so much as me going through my memories.

I was laying in bed, sorting through my matrix of memories. I found myself in the area where I store the memories of my ipod's email.

there where 3 memories sorted in "actually happened" (for lack of a better way to describe it) that I know for a fact didn't actually happen, or are impossible.

One of them was a message when I opened the email, it popped up and said, "Email cannot be opened"

another one, when opened covered my ipod in blood splatter.

the third memory was a bit more disturbing to me, It appeared to be a message from my subconscious, I didn't even have to open it, the mail description said, "You are engrossed with yourself"

I'm not sure if it read engrossed, or obsessed though.

This was actually a perfect dream for me, because I love Victorian classics and period dramas. The time I spend actually thinking about Jane Austen and other novelists of the 1800s probably led to this. I’ll try my best to remember what I can, but it’s all a fuzzy mess. My dreams are usually somewhat linear, but it gets extremely random near the end.
As far I remember, my dream-self was living up in the Catskills on a hill far away from a town that lay below. I end up in a long, rectangular restaurant, where one guy is ordering something with a few of his friends. I can’t recall why, but I end up leaving the restaurant, and my dream-self is glad to see him leaving with me. At some point, he asks me something, and I respond, “The Catskills.”
We end up in the library, and we leave in a hurry out a separate door that is not the main entrance. We are now with some other people. For some reason, I want to bring the main DC with me to my house, and I say that I can’t find it because we exited into a different area of the town and nothing is familiar. Rather than tease me, as my friends would when I made my obvious directional challenges known, (which is what my dream-self expected, via my own brain), we go in search of the main exit. The dream library is extremely large and grand. It’s nighttime.
I end up trying to take that one DC to my house up on the mountain, but we can’t find it. This is where it gets weird, although not unexpected considering my own experience. We find houses in water, as if there were a flood. (My family had a run-down house in Upstate New York that was wrecked because of a flood.)
I can’t recall why, but we had to climb this tree or (tree wrapped tightly with rope) that had hot rings, like stripes around them. I couldn’t climb it, so the DC does it, avoiding the hot marks.
The next thing I remember, we’re all in this tight space. All these DCs are standing side by side on shelves like they’re on display. At this point, it becomes sort of second person around this time, but I’m going to continue referring to her as my dream-self, because I can’t remember when it’s a character and when it’s me. It’s almost a plot by now. It’s some period of time, I think late 1700s, and there are tons of DCs dancing or some other social activity. More and more of my dreams seem to be romance based since I started to lucid-dream again. Anyway, I have something going on with this main DC who I’ve been with the whole dream. His father doesn’t know, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. I have a dim memory of his father being a rotund white guy, and his son being a light-skinned African American. I have no idea why, since he was white before. In any case, Mr. DC and I have something going on, and we exit the main area to talk.
I remember the architecture of the place pretty well. I’ve found out that, with dream recall, I can remember rooms better than I can people or what they say. The main room was a small rectangular area with shelves on the sides, like a library, which exited into a hall. On one side of the hall, there are stairs leading upwards, and then around towards the attic. The whole house is wood.
The DC and I go to the window at the foot of the stairs and look out. This is what causes me to be aware that I am dreaming. Everyone outside is milling about in costumes. There is a new shift of people every moment, like the people are not actually there. It reminds my dream-self of renaissance fairs and costume dramas. I go away from the window, and lead my DC up the stairs. As this point, I become lucid.
His father notices that he’s going upstairs with me and is not happy. I was pretty excited to be in a lucid dream, and wanted to do something to do something like hold my nose and trying breathing. But I was in the moment and couldn’t think of anything, so I spun around in a circle like I’ve done in one other lucid dream. I tried pulling my DC towards the attic, so I could have my lucid-dream without all these DCs milling about, but the DCs wouldn’t go away.
The first one, I asked politely to go away with a please and everything, as I had read might work. I’ve heard of other LDers having trouble with DCs. The ones I yelled at didn’t go. I tried to kiss the main DC, to get some good lucid-dreaming in instead of spending the few seconds I had yelling at DCs, but I wasn’t successful. So I turned around, and I think I said something to one of the DCs (probably an order to leave), and he sort of fell apart and disappeared. At that point, I took on the Wizard of Oz voice. It developed an echo, and went a few notes deeper, and I started ordering them all away.
Then I woke up. I’m pretty happy to have had a lucid dream, even if it only lasted a few seconds.

I had just won the superbowl, I was going to be paid a lot of money to say, "I'm going to McDonalds" But I decided that I wasn't going to. Instead I said, "I'm going to spend time with my daughter!" (Movie reference). the crowd went wild. the guy who interviewed me started walking with me when I left the stadium. He appeared to be an old man, his looks told me that he was frail, but I could sense that he was anything but. he introduced himself as Galileo, I said, more to myself than him, "Galileo Galile" he responded, "no just Galileo." I replied, "I know, I'm just trying to remember the name."

Then a twilight fan appeared out of nowhere and started being distracting, I tried to continue my conversation, but she was too distracting.

On choir trip with high school choir.
Walking down a hallway which looks like a Harry Potter train corridor...windows look out onto sky...floor very high up, but I don't seem to mind.
Choir director talking to old history teacher...choir director wears a scarf, I compliment it.
I walk to my room, alone. There is no one else in the hallway.
I sit on my suitcase.
Brian walks in. My first time seeing him back from Germany, even though it was a choir trip.
We talk. I am on my guard.
He kisses me. I kiss back.
"Wow...you've changed," he says and smiles.
My spirits are soaring. The kiss was perfect.

Suddenly driving a car home. Thunderstorm. In a daze from Brian.
I realize I forgot my suitcase, tell my passenger this, then tell them I don't care. They don't understand why I don't care.

That's all I remember.

Last Night I dreamed that I was in a house. I went into the kitchen and there was somebody at the kitchen table. I couldn't tell if what gender the person was because their face was hidden by a ski mask. The person had a sundae on the table on his side. I conquer up another sundae using DC and the person distracted me. When my back was turn the person switched the 2 sundaes. I than started eatting what I thought was "My" sundae. I fell into a deep sleep. I in my dream had a dream that I was in a house and when I walked through the nursey in stead of ending up in a nanny's bedroom I ended up in a garden/balcony. On this garden-balcony there was a table and at the table was someone who I realized was Mary Poppins. She had a cup of tea ready. I and Mary Poppins talked. I don't remember all of the conversation. But Mary Poppins did ask one question which was this: "Who do you think is holding you back?" I said: "I think I am holding myself back". I than awoke from my dream within-a dream. I did not know where I was but could tell I was in a jungle somewhere. I was tied up around a tree. I noticed/sense others were also tied up around trees. I started trying to use DC to untie the rope. But when I was half-done one of the goons came over and noticed that my ropes were really lose but he assumed that whoever tied me up didn't do a good job. The goon than put me into some line with the other kidnappees. I and the other kidnappees were chained up. I realized that somebody had to work fast because if we didn't get free of these people, the kidnappees would be slaves someplace. So I used DC to unchain myself but somehow when I did that the other kidnappees' chains also came off. I told the others to hide. I than turned my self invisble and had a force field around me. When another goon faced me (but didn't know he was) I stretched one of my legs which got him in the gut. When the other goons saw what happened to a fellow goon. They just dropped their weapons. Since there is really no point in trying to defeat someone who one can't see. I than tied all the goons up and also, still invisble, sneaked into the mastermind's tent and put him with/ the goons. I than controlled a plane with the fellow kidnappees inside it back to the mainland. When on the plane I left a voice message on both FIB and CIAS stating that the goons and mastermind responsible for kidnapping people were tied up on an island. After making sure everyone could make their way home. I got myself home and sat down on a couch and watched the news. The newsreporter (who had been in another dream also on TV) said: "Today there been a interesting turn of events in the disappering peoples' cases. Both the FBI and CIAS both got a voice message by a strange woman saying that all the disappered people are fine and the goons and mastermind responsible are tied up on the island. Could that woman please come forward? Also could the other disappered people come forward? " That's the end of the dream.