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TOTM

I woke up in my bed at the hotel.. only there was a girl in my room (thought it was the maid at first) walking toward my bed. She actually got onto the bed and kissed me on the forehead.. at which point I thought 'this might be a dream,' but I wasn't convinced yet. I looked at the door and noticed some weird, round things mounted on the wall where the light switch should be. They weren't clocks, but they had digital displays.. I tried to make the numbers on the display change.. it worked- lucid.

I remembered the TOTM was to Trick or Treat, and I figured this would be easy since I was in my room at the hotel. I went outside and knocked on the door 1 room over where my co-worker Chad was staying. When he opened the door, I yelled 'Trick or Treat!' He asked me 'What flavor?' I was confused for a minute, but then I replied 'Chocolate.' He then gave me a bag of chocolate-covered doughnuts that were sitting on his desk.

After he closed the door, I walked about in the common area between the hotel rooms, munching on my doughnuts (which tasted quite delicious, btw). I decided to try the advanced TOTM, becoming one of the gods. I was going to be Zeus. I started by trying to make myself much bigger than my surroundings (not strictly necessary to complete the task, but it's how I wanted to do it). This scaling is something I have done quite often, but this time I couldn't seem to make it happen.

After trying for a good bit (probably should have stabilized at this point, but I did not), I just flew up on the rooftop to relax and enjoy the lucidity. The dream faded as I was sitting on high, watching people swim in the hotel pool below.

I arrive at school by bike, and first thing in the morning I see, someone is getting bullied by two bigger guys. Without thinking, I grab one of the guys' arm, and tell him to stop. He looks at me as if I was the weird one, bu I insist on them stopping. I throw hard words around and act selfconfident, finally tell them to piss off. They retreat; the bullied person doesn't seem to mind me, he is chatting with some friend now. I think that a thanks would be appropiate, but on the other hand a weakling annoying me the whole day would be bothersome.
As I proceed to the school building, a girl I know starts talking to me about how amazing I handled the situation just now. She asks if my next test will be about psychology or something similar. At first I wonder why maths or physics aren't my main tests, but then remember I had to take a test on something unrelated to that too. The girl introduces me to a teacher which appears to be an expert on the subject. We ask her if she could help me on my subject "human relationships", but she isn't knowlegdeable in that.
I am sunbathing in the garden, when I hear ABs voice from above. She yells that beside me is someone who knows alot about psychology. I look around, but there are quite a few girls sunbathing in bikinis around me. I ask her using hand signs which one it would be, And she thinks a while and shouts "BOOM BOOM BOOM". First, I think about a car advertisement, but then remember that there was a popsicle add like that. The popsicle was red, I look around and the girl in front of me has a red bikini. I get up and talk to her about my situation. She is perplexed and wants to know why I am talking to her about that. I got the wrong one, AB comes down with another girl in a red bikini.

I am in my hometown, on the local market square. DS and J and his dog are with me. We wander around, J somehow manages to lose his dog. I think I saw a while ago, and proceed to that spot. It's an ice cream parlor. Inside, there are a few guys I know from way back, having a meeting. I go to their corner and interrupt their conversation with banging on the table. They look surprised and confused, looks like they don't remember me. I start to look them in the eyes and tell them their names one after the another. Astounded, one of the girls recognizes me. They act all happy about it, but I ruin the mood by asking "Why wasn't I invited to this?". They try to dodge around the question and want me to sit with them, but I say I have company. It started pouring really hard, but I get back to J and DS, J looks like he cried a bit. I say We have two choices, call the police or go to the nearest animal shelter." But it looks like the police already arrived with 2 big birds to search for the dog. The birds seem to search by smell, and find an old lady with a dog running around; but not J's dog. I ask her about J's dog and she pulls him out of a big shopping bag, he looks a bit weak. I give the dog to J.

I had my third real full-length lucid dream last night. I went to bed at 3:30 AM, and woke up at 10:30, decided that wasn't happening, and went back to bed. I slept again from 10:30 to 11:30.

It's hard to remember the events prior to me gaining lucidity. I was taking pictures of things, I think, but it was a problem somehow. I could only be let into certain areas at certain times. Also, I remember this really weird thing where these cartoon characters were getting together and ...cooking or something. But it was very exclusive. But then, someone else made a similar cooking thing that wasn't exclusive at all, and it was just as good.

Anyway, me and my roommate Charlie had to device a gauntlet of sorts. Kind of like an obstacle course for people riding skateboards. I had already done one and it was easy. Our scheme however, was to make everyone that did it die. Couldn't say why. We ran out of ramps, so we started drawing ramps on the air. I thought that was odd. When we were done I thought to myself "Wait a second... you can't draw on air. What's going on here?" The coach from my university was there helping us, and he said "Think... when was the last time you really saw me? You know I'm not here." (Implying that he looked funny because I couldn't remember him) I thought to myself "I'm dreaming!"

I remember my heart racing and I had to calm myself down. I rubbed my face up against the coach's jacket to stabilize myself. I could feel its leather pulling against my face. I looked around. I was in some sort of old barn. The ramps and stuff were gone. The last few lucid dreams I've had, I've immediately started to try to fly and shoot laserbeams out of my eyes, but that never works and I always wake myself up. So this time I just tried to look at my hands. They were there, but they were very far away. I usually don't have dreams in first person, so maybe that's why it was weird. As I looked around, I could feel my brain working to imagine what an old barn looked like. It was sort of like in a video game when you enter a new area, but it hasn't fully loaded yet and the textures gradually fill in.

My and Charlie started to walk away (because he wanted to, and I didn't know what to do) and I felt myself slipping away. I told Charlie to remind me that I was dreaming the next time he saw me. I have no earthly idea why I've done this twice now. I don't think it helps or anything. It just kinda comes out. I woke up and immediately wrote this down.

I appear in line at the DMV. I already know I am dreaming. Realizing that none of the people in line are real, I skip ahead in the line and stop at this old lady. She explains to me that she is the person to talk to if I am having a lucid dream, and to find her whenever I have one. I reply, saying something like, "yeah right", and phase through the wall, going outside to do something else.
While trying to decide what to do, I cross the street. At this point I begin focusing on my physical body lying in bed more than the actual dream, causing me to wake up.

I am at some sort of LD institute. I read some signs on the wall, talking about reality checks. I try sticking my finger through my hand, and it works. (After this point the dream gets a little hazy)
I don't try anything out of the ordinary, because I don't want to risk waking up. Over the next 5-10 minutes or so, I am walking through many different rooms and buildings. Then I wake up. (to my alarm clock)

- Just sad it was a dream :C
Also, don't read this if you don't want the details of me having sex with a 15 year old.

I was at a school party, being bored. I then thought about how difficult and frustrating it could be to simply get a hang of a girl, or at least lose my virginity, and see what it's like.
Just as I thought that, I noticed a girl sitting alone, waving for me to approach her. As I came over, I noticed she was nude, she wanted me to play with her. She was a blonde ~15 year old (I'm 16, it counts), with a perfect body and a decent 6/10 face. I crouched next to her, and felt her. I could feel her coarse trimmed pubic hair, and further down was her lips. I started fingering her, but she wanted more, and I stuck it inside. There were other people around, but we didn't care. We continued on all night, and some guy told me that a teacher at the school saw me and I would likely get expelled from it for fucking in it, publicly.
I noticed it was starting to get bright outside, and we grabbed our stuff to go back to my room. I carried her the whole way. Someone had blocked the stairs with furniture however. I pushed it aside and we got into my room. She laid down on a mattress on the floor and used my laptop while I was undressing. She was undressed already.
Things start to get confusing now.
I saw a windows bar at the bottom of my vision. I wanted to do Steam -> Friends and pick her, but accidentally chose 'Exit Steam' instead. She disappeared along with Steam. I feverishly tried to reopen it, but when I finally did, she was off. I figured she left and I would probably see her again.

To the greatest disappointment in my life, I woke up and remembered I took a 3 hour nap, and now I am yet again suicidal because my life will never be anything great like that dream.

The dream started off like this.

I was in a sort of club with some friends and some music came on which was good music, so we started bouncing but the lower part of the club which we were on, the floor seemed flimsy, so i walked up the stairs to the higher part because the floor really started to wobble, i saw the bouncers looking at one guy who continued to bounce and i heard them saying "you'ree not allowed to danceo n that part" suddenly one of the bouncers grabbed some blonde girls head slammed her into the ground and we were all like "what the fuck??" it was completely random, i peered in to have a closer look and saw him prying a knife from her, i felt a bouncer grab the back of my head and hold me there, i then saw some other guy being launched out and then it clicked in my head that i too was being held by a bouncer.

As we were walking out i was asking why i was being thrown out "you look like the kind of guy that causes trouble" he said "what do you mean by that? how do i look like that kind of guy?" i thought in my head "was it because i work out a bit?"
Then outside were some police women and they said "we may need to take your details though and a statement" "i'll hapilly do that, i've done nothing wrong this is completely out of order"


I began to walk home and it was dark, i got to some form of bridge and realised i was dreaming, i decided to run incredibly fast then wehen i got to the end i realised i needed to do a stabalisation technique, i rubbed my hands and it worked a little bit. "vision" i said, to make it lighter, but it only got a little lighter, i decided i wasn't anchored enough so began rubbing my shirt, i rememeber wearing a blue t shirt with dark blue baggy jeans and some skater trainers (which oddly i dont own the bottom area of my clothing)

I knew i was going to wake up so froze and tried to keep extremelt still to try to wake up in SP to chain it.
It all went black so i guessed this was me waking up, i felt myself climb from my body so effectively WILD'ing into my next phase of the lucid dream.
I got up and i was in A room, which was similar to my flat room, but everything was pitch black.
"vision" i said, nothing happened "light" nothing...i tried to turn a sort of knob or flick a switch but realised this wasn't going to work and i'd need to mentally come to grips with myself, but then i realised all the nightmares i had as a kid had the problem of not being able to turn lights on so triggered the impression something bad was going to happen.

I began to charge my chi within my body and felt myself waking up, as all went black the energy within my body continued to formulate and my whole body vibrated very slightly but i felt warm within my whole self and i felt enlightened and good.
I stayed still again but this time i felt as if i was numb all over, my body felt like it was floating a little bit with my arm and leg flailing about, i realised this was SP since i heard it sounds like your floating when you're in SP (thanks DV)
I decided to try to Step out of my body or Astral project.
I mentalised my arms further floating up in the air, they did so and my body was dragged out, with the sound of wind rushing through my ears like i was standing next to a jet engine, the engine noise stopped and the pitch blackness of my eyelids quickly phased to white,i felt myself gasp out air as if i had just had an orgasm, i heard a continuous noise of rushing and felt myself being lifted higher and higher into the air with this beautiful noise rushing through me and the whole of my body pulsating with energy, i couldn't open my eyes but i could feel myself breathing through my mouth, i felt myself stop breathing and i felt as if i had gone past some form of breakpoint in height and the sound continued but changed slightly.

I got higher and higher i thought "shit is this death?" i knew that whatever was at the other end would be something unimaginably good because already my whole body felt completely and utterly extatic and under control which wasn't my own. During this time i saw a sillouette of a male body with the chakra eye mainly visible in front of me, it was a sketch and the middle of the sketch was still white.
I then began to think of family and friends and how i'd miss them if this was to leave my body forever, i didn't want that so i tried to go back down but it wasn't working, i was breathing as hard as i could but my breathing was muffled, i thought maybe my face was buried in the pillow and i was suffocating so began hitting my chest as if i was trying some wierd form of CPR, but at the same time the feeling was emitting and pulsing through my body with immense pleasure i felt myself shaking my head and realised i was waking or coming back into my body, i woke up and leaped out of bed like

"OMFG" then i did a reality check and pushed my finger through my hand, i was dreaming AGAIN! but i had almost no control, then i couldnt see my hands at all "this sucks" i said and fell backwards to the ground to try to wake myself up, i closed my eyes and before i knew it i could feel the sensation of SP again.

This time i wanted to see hallucanations, i opened my eyes and i saw the side of my wall but there was text written on there as if written in black pen, some was large and spikey texts other bits were small with quotation marks, because of the angle i was looking at it from i couldnt see it, i could see other wierd things like parts of the room floating and the wall looked like sea water with waves.
I closed my eyes again to feel my arm and leg flailing about again.

So i did the same and felt myself lifted again, the same sensation, the same noise and everything went white, i was lifted again up and up, but the sensation wasn't as intense and i woke up.


I've just woke up turned on my computer and got on here because AP or whatever it was felt like it was the most incredible experience of my life - try it.

My dream last night was non-lucid and a dream fragment.

What I could remember was that I was walking down an old road--like the ones you see in ghost movies--and I was looking for someone. Who, I wasn't sure, but I knew I needed to find them.

I get to a cover bridge and someone is standing inside. on the other side of the bridge it's pouring rain.

Well, I walk to the person and they're in a cloak, the hood up. I walk up to them and they don't move so I go to remove the hood and I wake up.

Any ideas what this means?

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-10-11 No intentions, not even to get lucid, though maybe with a hint of wanting to remember dreams. Stoned.

“Underground Potterish showdown”

I am in a Harry Potter like universe. I am Harry to begin with I think, but then something happen something about an adventure and a person shifting into a black jaguar or similar.

I then become one of the twin brothers I think and we are supposed to go to this theatre or school and scare up the evil kids who are voting capital V. Throughout the dream when I am this brother I recall comparing my wand with my brother's, which I believe is the elder wand. Or at least something stupidly powerful.

Mine is.. quite the opposite. It s fairly long and thick, though it seems made of plastic or candy. It is made of all sorts of transparent coloured tubes that are wrapped around the main shape to give the wand in it's entirety a rather complex look. It is flexible as fuck though, which sort of surprise me. I remember thinking “I really like this wand” although I am not a wand guy. I even thought about that during the dream “I really don't like wands, but this one..” Anyways enough of me talking about how much I love my stick, and on to how I use it!

We head to the theatre and walk through the doors. I can't recall if we have any problems walking in, but I don't think so. There is a wall immediately behind the doors and we walk around this and find another set of doors. I ward myself with a spell that will nullify the first 3 offensive spells that hit me, by drawing my wand in a half circle around me and saying something in a tongue I didn't knew I know. Though I remember not what I said the language sounded dark side, and it ends on a defensive word like “defendarius” “Repeltor” or maybe it was “reflector” (though this last word I used in a later dream and I might just be confusing myself). I only become aware of this 3-spell-limitation in function later on when I am battling the kids and I think to myself “Gee I wonder how many charges are left on my shield?”.

So my brother and I slam open the doors and find a crowd turning their heads in surprise. I can sense that I am becoming angry and I start slinging out spells, though I think I am aware of not wanting to kill anyone, they need to be hurt enough to get scared. I seem to remember some sort of slicing spell that will cut them a bit, but not kill. We are walking down a centre isle and as we get to the bottom of this and are standing around the people I say something more in my dark side tongue and take off in flight to my left, which is also where I spot Voldemort. I am not particular afraid of him though he is looking at me, and this is also the time I check up on the status of my shield.

The dream skips a bit though this might just be due to the violent battle that ensues. In any case I find myself outside the theatre and it was apparently located on this ledge. The surroundings have a dark feel to them, unnatural dark at that. Like it is a city underground, which would explain the fragmented memories of walking around underground/sewer tunnels.

The feel is exactly like this:



However imagine that the platform is naturally attached to the tunnel where the POV is, instead of the mechanical “arm” that is holding it up, and on the platform is the theatre in question. I am looking at the theatre from a distance up in the air and I can see the tunnel I am supposed to go to. The place is collapsing (further) into the ground.

I hear my cousin's voice, she is asking me “Will he survive?” she is referring to my brother, who is not as close to leaving the theatre as I am. I see him jumping between the broken pieces of rubble and fly down and grab him and his dog (?) under my right arm and reply “Sure he is” in a cheeky voice, while I pull him into the tunnel, safe from the fall.
…...........

“Powerless Christmas, Angels and Wizards”

I am in my parents' house in Hornslet and it is Christmas time. I am looking for some paint I used to play with when younger painting role small figures. I need to get this paint to Pil, one of my friends who needs to paint a character for a role play he is playing at the minute. I might as well grab it while I am there, as I have bought a figure myself recently, in fact quite a large one that is supposed to depict “the queen of blades” combined with some sort of fallen angel.

The figurine I am holding is separated into two pieces, which is bugering me a bit because I have to hold onto two pieces rather than one, which is just mentally demanding. At the same time I don't really want to attach the piece if it means it will be trickier to paint the figure.

I am walking around thinking a bit about where I have left the paint, though I am somewhat positive that it will be in a box on the attic of the main building, though it is entirely possible that it is on the attic of the added apartment building.

I walk into the guest room and I see the light flicker. I look a bit closer and it does it again. The light is fairly yellowish compared to how the light would normally look. It flickers again and this reminds me of that one Christmas where we didn't have power (never happened) and the scenery changes to being of the parking grounds of the church, heavily clouded and with light snow falling.

Skip.

I am now in a field with a bandit group or similar and we are out collecting wood. It is still Christmas time and the group has no power either, which is why we are collecting wood. I am the second in command and the leader is not there. I get the feeling I am somewhat stupid.

We are trying to get the wood back to camp via an alternative route that involves tying up all the wood in a bundle and sending a small monkey across a puddle of water with it. However as the monkey is crossing the water the knots around the wood loosen and the wood ends up all over the ”shores” of this little puddle. I notice the monkey sitting across the puddle with an attitude that looks like he is giving up.

I do a little speech to my men saying that the only reason we are out on this shitty day and the Christmas is bad is because we have no power. I rally my troops and point at a theatre all of a sudden standing in the same field. “There is power right there, and I am going to take it” I say. The theatre is in fact a nuclear power plant that has been shut down for unknown reasons.

I walk to the door, which is one of those double swing doors and the door knobs have a red diode light in the middle of them. I kick the doors in, I think I have to do it twice, but I manage to get in. I feel a sense of aggression rising again. We are faced with a wall we have to walk around (a bit like the previous potter dream) and when we are around this wall I am faced with an angel in human form guarding the door. I throw a spell that will make me immune to angelic attacks and continue past the angel, without thinking more about her leaving her speech less.

In the hall I see a wizard standing on my right hand side, I think it is the brother from the previous dream. He is about to react so I mumble something dark side again (this time the ending word is “...Reflector” which will make any spell he throw at me return in his face).

I keep walking down the centre walkway towards a band playing down in the bottom of the hall. I know I can pick up the microphone stand telekinetically and this is the point where I think “hang on a minute..” Loads of people are panicking and trying to get out of the theatre/powerplant. Some are running past be back the way from which I came and others are running further into the building, maybe towards exits unknown to me.

I put out my arms in a defensive, yet apologetic gesture and say “Whoah, whoah, whoah... Lucid... Lucid” in order to get the people to calm down and realise it is just a dream. It doesn't work. Then I see someone that doesn't look like a DC run past me and I grab him asking him if he is another dreamer, he say yes. I ask his name and he tells me it is “Shakira” which makes me suspicious and I say “Shakira, really!?” “Tjakira/Tchakira” he corrects me. His appearance has now changed from a blonde man with short cut hair to a man with long grey/black hair.

I leave him and head back out again. I fly a bit after having thought about why I am walking about like a looser, but I decide to not fly that much any more anyways. Back towards the entrance I am faced with the wall I had to walk around to get in. I decide to fly against it and through it, but end up slamming right into it, though it happens really slowly and without pain.

Someone behind me is laughing at my efforts of going through the wall, but I don't really care. I just drop down and walk around. as I am closer to the exit the dream starts fading. So I, quite aggressively, slam my hands out to either side and start feeling up the walls, which feels like tile, wet and cold as well as breathing through my nose. The air is equally cold.

Slowly the dream comes back and someone, maybe one of the twins from Hornslet, is walking in the building. Outside the weather has changed quite dramatically. It is pissing down and windy as fuck. I feel how the rain is slamming against the side of my face, the cold strong wind making it really annoying.

I think to the dream “Is this a way of telling me that the dream is really unstable?” and start throwing pathetic fireballs the size of shirt buttons to cookies into the sky. The way I throw fireballs is by charging them between my cupped hands at my chest. They don't even look that hot and the last one (think it is number 3) I can barely see. Now I can only see the rain.

I wake up.

Notes: I am starting to put up wards around myself, which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to dream travelling.

Ok. So last night was another failed attempt for LD. I tried the D.I.L.D method of putting my everyday cares and problems aside and thinking of a scenario over and over before going to sleep and repeating " I will have a lucid dream" It didnt work again. Anyways, ı remember being in this club with a my brother and ordering ice cream. LOTS of ice cream. There was an overweight african american waiter there that ı was kind of friends with. We had small chats in the dream i dont really remember but there was indeed dialog with her. As i was eating more and more ice cream i got a phone call from my uncle that he had found a engineer that can put a portable tv into my car for 10 dolars. So i left the club in a hurry and got in my car. But i soon realized i had forgotten my wallet in the club somewhere so i got out of my car and went back to the club. This time a bouncer questioned me and wouldnt let me get in the club because i wasnt with my brother for some reason. Then finally i said something and without qestion he let me in. It was a short fight but i got into the club and saw me diesel wallet on the counter. ( the same wallet i have in real life ). But as i was leaving the club the african american waiter stopped me and asked me where i was going. I said i was going out of town to deal with my car. ( At this point i have no idea why i want a tv in my car so badly and going a long distance to get it done) Before she said good bye she asked me if we would ever see each other again. I said that we would. ( why is this like a ending of a film ? i dont even know this girl). So i finally leave the club and get into the car. As ı am driving off a prostitute jumps on the car and begs to get in. I am going about 50 now and she is dangling on the back of the car with her legs hitting the floor while im driving. I stop the car and let her in. Then i wake up.


The funny thing is i wasnt thinking about any of this before i went to sleep and this is what i got. I guess i have to be more patient.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on some road that appeared to be on a building top. I may have been standing outside at first. But, at least eventually, I was inside a vehicle, possibly a van. I was with some man and someone like my mom. The day was really sunny, maybe hot.

I saw an airplane flying up through the air, just after it had lifted off. But the back end of the airplane was shaped just like the back end of a space shuttle. The whole airplane may have been white and red, with a shiny, plasticky look.

I got kind of freaked out because the airplane had had the back end of a space shuttle. I thought the craft should be lifting up into the air much faster if it were a shuttle. I got the eerie feeling that it would start lifting quickly up into the air very soon. But something about the fact that it kept not lifting up into the air had me really panicked.

One of the people with me, probably the man, may have tried to convince me that the craft weren't actually a shuttle, and that its back end didn't actually look like that of a shuttle.

I looked over the building we were on. There was a space shuttle posed in front of the building, on some kind of metal-frame, like a statue. I tried to compare the craft in the air and the shuttle on the ground.

I must have been satisfied. We started driving away from the scene. I felt afraid to look back at the craft in the air. We passed some large passenger plane that looked normal. It gave me a huge sense of the relief, as if the craft in the air were normal.

We were now driving around on some tarmac, possibly at the foot of the building we had been on. We drove past one experimental plane. I knew about this whole place, and I knew about these experimental planes. I told the man about this plane. The man may now have been someone like my mom's old boyfriend.

We drove past another experimental plane. This one was all clear, like it was just a thin, metal skeleton covered over with the clear material that makes the walls of a greenhouse.

The plane was kind of needle-shaped, with something about it reminiscent of the Blackbird. It also had something to its design very much like the grid pattern underlying some computer animations. The plane also had a logo on its side saying "Scoop Technologies."

I told the man something about this plane as well, like I was a little kid showing off how smart I was to an adult man. We then passed another plane which may have been much, much larger than the clear craft. We then passed another experimental craft, which I may also have explained to the man.

Dream #2

I was in some building, on the second floor, laying on my stomach on the floor, staring out a window-wall. Below was some kind of small courtyard, floored with stone tiles, edged around with little gardens and trees, with some leafs blowing across the tiles.

Two girls were down in the courtyard area. They may have been in their early teens. They were both dressed in costumes. The costumes were like older European dresses, like from the Elizabethan era or a bit later than that. But the colors of the costumes were very bright, like Sailor Moon uniforms.

One of the girls saw me looking down at them. She ran up to the building, jumped all the way up to the window, and tapped her hand against the glass. The girl apparently liked me, and she was trying to let me know.

The girl was now back on the ground with her friend. The two girls spoke with each other for a moment. I couldn't believe the girl had managed to jump high enough to tap the window. I wanted her to do it again. But I also wanted her to do it again so I could make sure she liked me.

I tapped on the glass and waved the girl back to me. The girl came wandering back up to the building. The other girl warned the girl not to jump up to the window, since she'd get hurt really bad if she slipped and fell.

This time she didn't jump up to the window. She climbed up something like a thin, metal drain-pipe that had little pieces of metal like ladder-rungs running up it. The wall was red stone (so red it almost looked painted), and the drain-pipe and "ladder-rungs" were the same color.

The girl got up to the window and touched my hand.

Now the girl was down on the ground with her friend, a ways away from the building. The girl stood near a waist-high, silvery metal column. The girl lifted up her skirt and draped it over this column. She then kind of leaned over the column, so her torso was parallel with the ground.

I was now sitting somewhere, possibly on the roof of a building, with two women. We had a bunch of stuff with us like we were taking a trip to the beach. I sat on the floor, on a towel. There were a few other big beach towels all around me. On either side of me there were long beach chairs and tall parasols.

One of the women was my friend H's friend Y. Y sat on the edge of one of the beach chairs. Y was telling the other woman, in a different language, how she liked me, but how it seemed like all I ever did was study and think about intellectual things. Y wondered if I could possibly like her at all.

I spoke to Y in English, not letting on that I'd understood everything she'd just said in the foreign language, but letting her know that I was interested in her. But I then got worried about showing her any more of my feelings. H was coming back soon. And H liked me. She couldn't think I liked Y.

I was in a a party which was taking place in a large room which resembled the kitchen of my friend's house where we party in real life. The dream was fairly dark and dimly lit. In this dream I was also very drunk.

There was a small cupboard with two compartments in the corner of the room where I was sat. For some reason I sat in the cupboard for a while. There was a bottle of alcohol in there which I drank. There were also some snakes and some toad-like creatures. They looked like Toads but they had sharp little beaks - almost like a turtle. The snakes and Toads were hunting one another. My friend, Fred, who was there, found them extremely interesting.

When I was back in the main room I noticed that an old friend, Aiden, was sat just along from the cupboard. As I walked past, he threw something at me and I threatened him as a response. I sat down near him and noticed there were stacks of playing cards. I was shuffling through some. There were Legend of Zelda themed one's in there also. Aiden picked up some and threw them, one at a time, against the wall. They stuck in a sort of colarge way.

I got up and walked around a bit. At this point I could feel myself sobering up. Someone who I thought was my partner came into the room and I asked her if there was any more alcohol. But it turned out to be someone I didn't know. My partner came in for real after that.

Back in the main room, there was a guy asking where his alcohol, that he had hidden in the cupboard, had gone. I sat down and kept quiet. Then another friend, Eddie, asked the guy if he wanted some of his Toffee-Cider instead. I turned to Eddie and asked if I could have some.

I only remember bits and pieces of the dreams I had last night:

My first dream involved my first wife, who was killed in a car wreck back in 1998. In the dream, she is still alive and we're getting ready to go somewhere. She is walking around getting things ready. We walk into another room that resembles the kitchen at my Mom's house. There is a woman sitting there that I know from church. Our car won't start (Or it's wrecked or something) so the woman offers to let us use her car. I don't want to, but my wife accepts her offer.

Next, I remember that I'm talking to this guy about cycling, or long distance bike riding. (I used to ride quite a bit a few years back.) Anyway, I'm telling him that "it was easy riding back in Texas because everything is flat and there are no hills. But here there are lots and lots of hills." (At this point in the dream and as I'm saying that I remember moving my hand and arm up and down like it's going over hills. I also get the feeling that I'm in California.)

The next thing I remember is riding in the front seat of a vehicle with two other guys. I'm sitting in the middle. The guy driving is telling us about his wife, who had died a few years ago. I then tell him about a friend I knew back in the early 80's who was in a band called 'Oasis' with a buddy of his. (I think this is the guy I was talking to about cycling earlier in the dream.) He had shown me one of his business cards from back then where he had first met his wife. She had written her name and phone number on the card. But she had since died also, so he kept the business card as a keepsake.

This was kind of a weird dream because 1. I never knew anybody in the band Oasis, 2. it was very coincidental that the two guys in my dream and I all had wives who had died. It's also rather frustrating that I had an obvious dream sign (my deceased first wife) but did not realize I was dreaming when I saw her. She has appeared in several of my dreams over the years.

These are small dreams from weeks ago which I hardly remember anything about. I want them on here... for no real reason.

I transferred into a Vampire/woof, I Saved a girl from shitty home. We became lovers.

I was Trent from Big Momma's house. I was being stalked by these people. I remember one scene were I pulled up outside a shop; I was yelling at my friends to get into the car so we could get away.

I dreampt I went into a movie cinema with my friends. I put my 3D glasses on as I sat down to watch the cinema Tv. I was watching a animal movie when all of a sudden, a motor bike teleported into the movie, it was in the sky with a demon following this guy from dream to dream. This guy I realized was from Inception. I said 'No wonder people love this show'.

This dream was a few weeks ago so sadly I cannot fully remember the dream.

I dreampt about a guy who owned two big Husky looking dogs. He was lovely but his dogs had a few aggression issues. He treated them like real kids. He tucked the dogs in actually, told them how much he loved them and so forth. I for some reason talked with them and at one point when I met up with the guy on a walk accidentally. I then for some odd reason came to the guys house late at night, I coaxed his two dogs outside and I turned into one of the females. I entered the house, it was my real house in the inside. I passed the guy, I went into Mills room (sisters room), I peed but became to scared to leave in case he saw me as a human because all of a sudden, I saw myself as a human but before I saw myself as his dog. So I came out as me and explained what I could do to help him. He was on the ball with that. One of his dogs were in the pound =|. The dream then ended sadly.