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- I had a miniature version of the Snowager from Neopets living under my sink.

One day, I was sitting under a blanket across from the cupboard under the sink, and it was open a bit. I saw his head poke out. He had red eyes. I looked him in the eye for a moment, then hid under the blanket. After a few seconds, I peeked out again, and he was still looking at me. I'm not sure why, but I glared at him. This made him angry. I was like "oh shit" and ran into the porch and closed the door.

I saw him burst out of the cupboard and slither towards the door. He went right up to the window and stared at me, then slithered into the living room. He then started going back and forth between the two rooms, and I was worrying that he would break something. He was probably about 5 feet long and a foot tall. I started freaking out and wanted to call someone, but I didn't have a phone or my iPod. I could see the phone inside, and tried to figure out the right moment when I could open the door quickly and grab it. I tried to do so a few times, but each time, it would end up being only a small piece of the outside of the phone, and I never got the battery. Eventually I ended up with my iPod somehow and iMessaged my mom. As I did so, the Snowager went upstairs. I wasn't sure if he could before. I was worried about what he would do up there. The message I got back from my mom didn't sound concerned at all, and she gave me some sort of advice, but I don't remember what it said.


- I was trying to apply for a job at a small corner store. The inside looked like a cabin and I don't remember seeing anything for sale. I'm pretty sure they weren't actually hiring, but I was trying to convince him to hire me anyway. The guy working there seemed around 30-40 and looked kind of like my math teacher. He mentioned there was another girl working there, and started talking to me about how much he loved her and how he used to date her. I got the impression she was around my age or a bit older, and her name started with a K.


- I was playing Crossfire with N, I hit tab and saw I was actually doing well somehow, I think it was like 28-7. People were like "hakker" and stuff, lol. I felt kinda bad.


- I remembered another fragment earlier that had to do with a job as well, but I can't remember it now.

December 29, 2011

Synopsis: two mini dreams, occupy dallas and visiting family

Notes: fell asleep before finishing the 61 point relaxation technique. Had trouble writing down my dream as soon as I woke up because I needed to get ready for work

Visiting
I returned to downtown dallas to see my friends from occupy. I guy who had been flirting with me, happy to see I still exist asks to go out with me. I don't give him an answer but we continue hanging out with the rest of the occupy crew

In another dream I visit my parents back in SA. But the apartment is all wrong. Its an apartment no ones lived in for like 15 years. But it goes over my head in the dream. My mom is cooking me food, my sisters are playing games, its like the holidays all over again

Lucid Non-lucid

*before bed I used my own incubation technique, except just wanted lucidity rather than a place. I guess it is the confidence technique but it is still my version since I make an artificial confidence for it.

I was with some people in a mans house, we may have been looking for food. I think I may have found some, which is sort of weird considering I later find out he is a vampire. He comes home and captures some of my friends. I jump down part of a cliff, land, and jump again and become lucid. I am doing high jumps so that helps me get lucid, and I am flying through the air. All I do is make sure that I am in a dream, and firmly say that I am dreaming in order to be sure this was a lucid when I woke up, and I did end up waking up. I think when I was in the dream I thought how lucidity is just as natural as a regular one and was sort of just like flipping a switch on to get into the other.

Wednesday, 12/28/11

Bedtime 11:55pm. Had some champagne.

DR between 7 - 8am

1. I'm on a street C, next to my house on RD in NZ. It's a beautiful, sunny day. I look up and on a blue skies I see a grid of rectangles, like a table in Word, maybe 5x4, made out of nice, white, puffy clouds/airplane contrails. In one corner are angel wings also made out of clouds. I'm running in excitement and yell at the neighbour E in his apartment "Look up and see, look up and see".

2. I wake up in an apartment. There are 2 more people here. It's morning and we are getting some food ready for breakfast.
I look in a fridge. There is a bowl of corn and green peas, but I can't see it clearly, they seem to be moving, or maybe my eyes are twitching. They project a yellow glow.

I can see everything clearly, colors, details, it's bright, I just cant read. There is a box of cigars. It says CUBANS. I try to see the country of origin, but cant find it on the box.

One person leans towards me and looks at my eye to find out, why I can't read. Then I realize, I see through my eyelids.

Now I'm in kitchen on RD10. To test if I can really see through my eyelids, or if I just "see" the room from my memory, my dad is doing something. First he throws a big pink blanket towards the tv, then a smaller brown blanket, then he is pulling on a brown sweater with stripes and then he pretends to throw a baseball. I identify everything correctly. I see color of wall paint, light are on, sharp details, but I know, my eyes are closed.

I'm back in the apartment with the fridge and I tell to these guys - I thought I'm awake, but maybe I'm asleep, or maybe I was asleep before and now I'm awake - I couldn't make any sense of it.

3. I'm in a living room in RD10. I lay on a sofa, my cat is next to me. I try to see the color of her aura, but I decide to see color of aura of my friend (I don't know who she is). She is sitting on the floor, leaning against our green bookcase, holding a baby? I can't see the color directly, but I see the inside of the bookcase illuminated by light blue light. I ask her with laughter, if she want's to know the color of her aura.

I wake up and feel the headrush, that for me means transition through field of stars to Lucid Dream.

All dreams were super focused, sharp, colorfull, bright. I was talking to people, which I rarely do. I have a feeling I did have an LD or was very close to it, but can't confirm. Very good feeling from the whole thing.

12/29/11

Dream 1:

We had some class assignment, but I didn't know what the objective of it was though, so I assumed I had to draw a character or two and describe they’re relationship. So I decided to draw Shinobu Sensui and Karasu for some odd reason (I should’ve done Sensui and Itsuki). (But as I'm typing this entry, I realize that Karasu would probably be a more cruel version of Itsuki, since he was the type of villain that would savor every moment of his opponent panicking and worrying about death.

I'm probably wrong on this part, but sometimes he could fall in love with his opponents (if they were pretty to him, which suggested he was another epitome of a Yaoi character, but it's just a theory (I think)...but the fight between him and Kurama kind of made it apparent that he could really be into men as well).



When I was drawing Sensui, I was outlining his face pretty fast, and before I knew it, I was already trying to draw his lips. (I think I was drawing him when he turned his head in the Yu Yu Hakusho intro song during the Chapter Black Saga)

(The face I was drawing was at around 0:55 seconds, except it was the other way around I was drawing)



When I realized I made a mistake pairing these two up in the drawing, I had to find some way to erase it. (In the manga of Yu Yu Hakusho, it’s believed that Itsuki and Sensui had a relationship with each other, which would make it one of those few popular manga that had the potential for a yaoi relationship (I think))



(But really, their relationship was deeper than just homosexual love, Itsuki was really a sadist because he wanted to see Sensui fall, yet at the same time he loved his pure personality and the female version that would recite poems to him late at night to prevent himself from dying of a broken heart (paraphrasing what Itsuki said there)). But enough of that....



And if you go to this link and read the character analysis this person wrote on Itsuki, you will know EXACTLY what I mean. (It may be long, but it's worth the read to see a different type of love than the traditional practices today).

reflections_2: [YYH] Not Just Another Lovestreuck Bishounen: Yaminade no Itsuki

This is the "TL; DR" version of what I'm talking about (image below)

Spoiler for TL; DR version :P:

Then when I tried to fix the mistake, suddenly this big book was on the shelf, and apparently it had every Yu Yu Hakusho Character in the series. I wanted to look for Sensui, but ended up going to the “Y” section. I thought it would just be Yusuke, but then I see a picture that tells me that it’s Sensui’s son.

(To my knowledge, Sensui never had a son in the anime or in the manga). The picture looked like Yusuke when he was in full demon mode, except without the markings on his body. And his face was covered too.



I can’t remember anything else after that.

Dream 2:

I’m inside this house, and me and a few DCs are trying to find someone who hacked into a computer (I can’t remember if it was mine or not).

After we traced the source (someone had put a wire before we could do anything), the person’s name was nicknamed “Number Dash” or something like that.

Dream 3:

I think I’m playing a Metal Gear Solid Game, but it didn’t feel like a game at first. I got distracted and was doing something else, and when I turn back to the screen, enemies already found my location!



Fortunately I had a machine gun (it looked like the M16 in MGS3). After I kill the enemies, the dream scenario turns weird. I think I’m inside the game now, and I see a PSP underneath some small crevice.





So I decided to crawl (or maybe it was Snake crawling) and finally got it. I looked for the charger too, but couldn’t find anything, but I kept moving on to somewhere.

Dream 4:


I’m headed for some random place called “Te Dia” or “Te Mia.” I’m not sure what it was, but I overhead some girls saying “Te_____” or something like that.

I go in, and the front was empty. I had to go upstairs, and when I reached the top, there was some room light above, and I had to crawl under somewhere because the top region was pretty small.


After going through random areas in the top section of the shop, I look over to the right and see stairs going down, then I look at the left of where I’m crouching on the side and see another set of stairs going down.

I go down to the left side because the environment changed to where I was going into the living room of someone’s house.

I look to my right and there are 3 DCs sitting by couches. I couldn’t recall them very well, except their young daughter of course. I shook their hands and they were pretty nice to me.

I come up to the daughter and asked them if they’re still open to do haircuts, and the father said “Yeah” with surprised tone
(you know what I mean? Like if a small business doesn't get that many customers, they'll suddenly react to anyone interested in their services. That was an obvious emotion, but just wanted to elaborate on that because they looked excited for a while).

The daughter leads me near some cabinet with some magazines, and it was to show me what hairstyles they could do. She was a little taller than me, she looked like she was a redhead, but I'm not to sure, maybe dirty blonde hair or something like that.

(Too bad I didn’t realize in the dream that I already had a haircut not too long ago in waking life).

My second WILD this morning involved me appearing in a high school homeroom naked with only a long shirt. My clothes appeared and I began to dress clumsily as the teacher appeared. He asked what I was doing and I gave him some sob story and he bought it.

I've been having a lot of success WILD'ing multiple times in the morning with successive alarm wakeups, which has been helping my retention. I'm still having trouble remembering to RC, so they aren't true WILD's, but I'm making progress.

In the first dream I remember I was on a patch of dirt much like the park near my apartment. A girl appeared, that I knew was named Audrey, although she was blonde and did not resemble Audrey May. We began making out, although it was hard to keep my balance and we were kind of falling all over the place. My mother appeared and that screwed everything up so I flipped out on her and my father gave backlash. I explained the situation and he took my side.

Very similar to an event that occured over xmas.

I went to bed with a Holiday Headache. I didn't take anything for it because I really felt that I could dream away the tension. I tossed and turned but was finally able to sleep. My dreams were chaotic, trying to turn the car around on a dirt road, hearing about a crazy friend from my past.

As I woke up this morning, the headache was gone and I know that my dreaming helped release it. It's kinda like needing to say something or get something off of your chest. I needed to dream to express the tension inside, and once I did I felt much better. Another benefit of dreaming!

Well I remember being in this little building that was pretty much a building with a few rooms and a few floors. I was with this girl I know Brooklyn and she was talking to me about lucid dreaming. I think she might've been telling me I was dreaming or something, but I remember reality checking as I was approaching this really hot girl, as I did this Brooklyn girl told me not to. I continued following this girl and I did another reality check and realized I was dreaming. I remember getting this girl on a table and taking her clothes off, I think I had lost the hot girl and was going to have sex with this one attractive girl. Anyways I got her pants off and I was about to go but then I realized that I usually loose the dream when I start having sex with a Dc. So I asked her if she could do the work and she agreed to.

There's a gap in my recall but I remember now coming up to this one place where there were these sort of log bleachers. This was where the hot girl was with her friend, I remember going to this like saw mill area where she was and sitting on this bleacher thing. She was talking to this guy that was making her mad on a video chat or something. She stopped and I asked her to have sex with me but she was like distracted.

I now remember being with her and her friend. Her friend got killed by these leach things. I was really excited now because I could have sex with her, so we were near a house and it was hers. We went inside and I think we were going to have sex but I can't remember anything more.

No lucidity yet during this break. I have been enjoying my dream time though. I suppose I do have moments of lucidity that I can hardly remember. I just get brief flashbacks randomly throughout the day. I love those feelings.

During these brief spurts of lucidity, sometimes, I am just lying there and everything is beautiful like an acid trip. I smile and my body begins zooming through some sort of portal (you could describe it as). It's such an amazing feeling. I may not be fully lucid and able to prolong and actually do things, but I know I can still do it when I'm ready to start again.

I wish I was like some on here that can become lucid every night, any time they want. Props to you guys and your contributions to this awesome community of dreamers. It's been a year since I've joined and not a day goes by that I don't think about lucid dreaming. Motivation is always there, it's time which is the problem.

I've always been interested in lucid dreaming since my accidental lucid dream when I was 11 or so. It's always been a goal to become better at it. I always felt kind of weird for it though because I didn't know anyone else who was practicing this. So it was an off and on interest throughout my teen years. When I found this forum I was hesitant about joining and posting. I was welcomed with the warmest greetings and made some awesome friends who share a passion for dreaming and all other things expanding consciousness.

I guess this post is really just to shout out to the community. I’m still here and checking in.

To business—here’s a glimpse at my dream life as of late, not any particular order or dated either.

The first dream I want to share here is yet another alien dream. =/

I was living with my two sisters and my sister’s husband. My oldest sister, D---, was asleep in the bedroom with her husband and I had come home late. We were all living in my house, but it was hers. Anyway, it was late and I snuck inside. I went to the bedroom and crouched down behind her bed, smiling. I have no idea why. I began to hear someone at the door and knew it was my other sis, De----, coming home late also. I ran down the hallway to greet her, knowing I’d probably scare her. I went around the corner and ran into her and we laughed. Then I saw something move behind her. It was really small and I feel like if I hadn’t said anything, then nothing would have happened. But I did say something, “Whoa, what was that? Did you see that?” She had no idea what I was talking about. I shh-ed her and turned her around to look. I pointed at something in the dark and suddenly it ran around the room and towards us. It was really short, maybe a foot high but I knew it was alien. I can’t remember any details about it because it was dark, but it was wearing a cloak, and suddenly I find myself thinking about Nibbler from Futurama. It was really scary, though. We freaked and moved forward in the dark to spot it again. It had run around us and was standing to my side. I was so scared I woke myself up.

When I did wake up I woke up gasping for some reason and really freaking scared. My fiancé woke up and had to soothe me for a minute. Alien dreams reallllllly freak me the fuck out. Pardon the language.

After describing that dream I’m having trouble recalling other ones, except for last night’s, which was just weird and uninteresting. The main mission of mine in the dream was to find water, tea, milk which is the usual dream content when I drink (tequila in particular) the night before. And some girl wrecked my strange little car. I didn’t care, I laughed when she did it and then I told her to get me some sweet tea from Sonic. Ha-ha. And that is all for now. Keep dreaming friends.

Points for the 29/12/11
Had 2 main dreams about a church and me kissing a friend of mine, both were really vivid

The church:
I was stood outside a church and the owner or vicar came up to me and said "nice place isn't it" then he said he wanted to show me something and took me inside. Two teenagers about my age joined us as we climbed the stone staircase. We arrived on a small stone balcony and the two people ran ahead, one was a boy and the other a girl. We continued along the balcony until we reached one of the tops of the arches and there was a small ledge running across to the other side of the church and was apparently the only way to get across. The ledge was so thin and whilst the two teens climbed across I looked down at the floor of the church…….about 70 feet down. Me not knowing that is was a dream I thought if I fell I'd die and looking at what I had to get across it seemed very likely. So I went back down the stairs and everybody else soon joined me, then we went to the place where a castle once stood and again with the same teenagers we found one of the tunnels that would have been used to get in or out of the castle without being noticed. you could see where the gatehouse would have been and we were stood on the other side of the moat, it felt so real that I never would have questioned it. (Full dream- 1 point)

A friend:
I was at my friends house (R.B) and we were both sitting in her living room listening to her play guitar. I was sat next to her and we had one of those moments where we looked into each others eyes and moved in for a kiss. Our lips touched and my logic still didn't kick in because irl she has a boyfriend. Then her mum came in and we stopped kissing immediately. She said she was going out somewhere and that she'd be back soon. As soon as she left we full on snogged each other for quite a while I believe and then the dream ended. (Full dream- 1 point)

Strange I don't usually dream of that kind of stuff but there you go (TOTAL = 2 points)

I was at a theater or opera house where costumes used in past plays were being sold. One item I recognized as a gown from the opera Turandot - I tried it on with the mask from The Fall and posed dramatically.



Around this time I became lucid. I immediately started to fly and felt the dream fade away. To counter this, I came back to the ground and started by spinning in place, since the dream was starting to fade. This stabilized everything succesfully.

Then, I wanted to practice what I'd read in the DV forums - that getting control over a dream is about assuming you can do something rather than questioning whether or not you had the ability. I practiced by making fire shoot out of my fingers. The first two times I struggled, but then practiced assuming it would happen. Then I was able to do it. I went from lighting my finger on fire to lighting my hand on fire, with mostly success.

Satisfied with the fire experiment, I wondered what I should do now that I was lucid. Sex came to mind, and I looked around at the people around me. Lots were beautiful women, so I chose one and started to caress her. But, I wasn't really feeling it. I should have sex with someone I actually know, I thought. I saw a friend in the distance, approached him, and kissed him. He reminded me of another time we'd done this, in RL rather than a dream, and I was mortified by the embarrassing memory (note: false memory, I'd never been with this person in RL).

Not feeling into the whole sex thing, and started to wonder what I should do next. Hey, I should go to Chichen Itza, just like the IOSDP mentions. I don't believe in shared dreaming, but trying their challenge sounded like a good next step. I visualized Chichen Itza, and a few seconds later I was at its base, gazing up at it. The sides were too curvy, so I stared at them until they were straight. I noticed a fence around the pyramid and noted how strange it was my subconcsious put it there. Now I'm at Chichen Itza, I thought, so I should probably meet the people here and try to remember them when I wake. There were about 10-15 people standing with me, so I went around to them to ask their names and remember their faces. There were four blonde women of varying bodytypes, and I remember one man with brown hair, a green barret, and a slightly pudgy figure. Another male was tall and had tousled brown hair - he looked only 17 or 18, and I thought he seemed like a student. I tried hard to remember names - even asked people to put nametags on - but the names kept changing and I had trouble remembering. One person was named Enzo or Anzo, I think. Another was Cho. I woke up shortly after.

Note: Haven't written here lately due to travel and holiday busyness. The night of the above LD I was exhausted from travel - tried sleeping on my back with eyes closed for 30 seconds, then gave up and rested on my stomach and was asleep in seconds.

My friends came back from holiday and decided to go to the pub despite me not wanting to go, it was kind of a posh bar really, we went in and the walls were a deep red and there were people drinking hot chocolates and coffee's so this pub turned more into a cafe.
As me and my friend were stood at the counter some men walked past us, both were quite tall, one was more stocky and they had long shady coats on and they gave me a look and then whispered to each other, my friend also caught onto this and i told her we needed to hurry up.
In the end she was getting a slushie and was trying to make different colour combinations with it, when she had finished she ended up with a green slushie shot and in her big cup she had purple, some other girl was randomly mixing colours and it went brown, green, deep green and then dark purple.

As i turned around the two shady men were sat on the couch looking at me and they said "can we borrow you for a moment?" so i went over and they said, you need to come and sit down. As i sat down they said to my friend "this is about your grandads pulmonary." I saw her face drop and for some reason i myself felt what seemed like her emotion, and i felt myself whelp up in tears, but i held them back.
She came and sat next to me and i held her in my arms and she buried her head in my chest and was crying, the stock man knelt down in front of us and said, "ok i'm going to tell you now" He leant in to whisper in my friends ear and i heard him faintly whisper "it was a joke" and suddenly a camera man came sweeping in our of nowhere, i began to laugh releived.

As i left the cafe i was on my own again, i walked to my grans house and i was out back in the garden with no shoes and socks on. I walked up some slated stone stairs and got to the top of the garden, the grass was a pale green but when at an angle turned a vibrant purplish red, sort of maroon colour, i felt the grass tickle the bottom of my feet as a stepped on it, the garden fence was perfectly wooden brown and in the distance the sky was red and it was sun set, there were a few white clouds spread accross the sky reflecting the suns vibrant orange.

As i turned around i realised someone was trying to sneak up on me, i stepped towards them and yelled "oi" and my grandad popped up laughing, he said "whats that in your hand?" i realised i had some raisins which i was eating, i gave him some and then some of my family stepped up into the garden, my dog began to poo on the garden and i got a nasty whiff of a bad smell, my dad picked it up with his bear fingers and plonked it in a tin to throw away, i screwed up my face as i watched him do it.

Then my gran picked a large fat white leech from her pond and stuck that in a tin, saying in a patronising high pitched voice "i saw you there mr leech eyeing us up for our blood but not when im here" and walked off, i then saw multiple slugs on the ground and my other grandad picked on up and bit into it, the goop dropped a little bit from the slug, for some reason i didn't see this as a disgusting thing during the dream i just looked around to see what else i could see.
Multiple of these big white slugs were on the ground, they were large and flat, much larger than the ones you find in great britain.

Medium length dreams last night, fairly detailed too.

Was stuck on an island made of garbage, in a sea of dirty yellow water, everything foggy, with my sister and grandmother. After several attempts we formed a raft out of a mattress and other junk and sailed away from the garbage island - heading towards Newfoundland. Once we made it, we got bartered for a map with some rough sailors, and I guess we sailed home from there...

Was at my university again like last night, but not just in the cafeteria. I was rushing around with other students outside, and everything was white, and everything was arranged like the city of Gondor from LOTR. I was in a calculus class and later a geology class, but the rooms were like classrooms and the teachers were unknown. Later I was waiting at a lobby somewhere at the university for a parent, maybe father, with someone else. But they don't show up so I rush to try and make my class, but the class door is locked. A girl I know from high school is also late so we look through the window instead. By then my mom shows up and before I leave I show this friend some directions maybe, or quickly help her with some homework, not sure...

Dream started in the desert, like tattoine from star wars, and me and my best friend are riding a huge sand creature with a bunch of other Arabians. They all have guns, even my best friend. We ride on through the desert and start making our way through a large religious gathering, with people swaying and praying (we are still on our creatures) but I look closely it appears to be an orgy. I begin to join in, but to my dismay, my friend pulls me back up onto the sand animal and we ride on through the crowd, following the rest of the Arabians, and approach a city gate. The Arabians start shooting, and I hear that 8 children have died. Suddenly we are in a fairly modern city, and I am with only one Arabian from before, but we are setting up some sort of heist in a garage in a normal suburb. But two Korean teenagers somehow know what we are up to and pretend to be cops (even through they have no guns) and point there fingers in a gun shape like kids do. But the Arabian I am with takes this seriously and shoots them both dead.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in group meeting room with about twenty other people. The room was only partly lit, with a drab, greenish white, fluorescent light.

The room was divided into two parts. The back part was kind of empty, with maybe a long, folding table. The front part had a few couches and chairs. Most people were in or near the front part. The area was so full that people were standing up behind the back couch.

I had been standing way back in the back area, by myself. But now I walked forward to listen to what was going on. A young woman was leading the discussion. She sat on a couch on my right side.

To the woman's right, on the same couch, and on another couch, probably the back couch, sat two young men who looked a lot alike. They were both tall, thin, pale, and shaved-headed. They wore nice, casual khakis and dress shirts. I felt like I'd known both of the guys from high school.

I came to understand that this was a group discussing alien abductions. Aliens existed and were among us, in a very obvious way. And, somehow, the young woman was serving as something like a go-between, between the aliens and the people in this room.

Some of us in the room had been abducted. Others of us were, apparently, trying to be convinced to volunteer for abduction.

I was now sitting on a couch opposite the young woman. The man to the young woman's right was now speaking about his own abduction experience. I now realized that the young man's head had been shaved by the aliens, while they'd experimented on him.

The woman asked the man if the experience was really bad. The man said that most of the experience didn't really bother him at all.

The only part the man hated, he said, was when the aliens did a mental probe on him. He said that it felt really terrible to have all his memories drawn up. He could see them. But he wasn't controlling them. And he knew he was only watching them because someone else -- the aliens -- wanted to see them.

The man mentioned another part of the experiment he hated. As the man described it, it first sounded to me like the aliens had put the man through some kind of system where they'd caused his body to work as if it were under a lot of stress. But then the man said that the aliens had actually shut down the man's body entirely. He was dead, but still conscious.

This man's discussion was supposed to convince people that alien abductions weren't so bad. It didn't convince me. I got up and walked toward the back area. But I knew the second man was going to talk. I wanted to listen to him as well. I think I may still have been considering volunteering for an abduction.

Dream #2

I was in a group meeting room, like in the first dream. It was divided into two areas. The front area was full of people, and the back area only had a few people. I think most of the people were Indian. The room was warm with incandescent light.

On the right wall a movie was playing. All the couches in the front area were arranged to face the movie, like a makeshift movie theatre. I think everybody had plates of food.

There were plent of seats open on the couch. So I sat down on one. The couch felt really nice. It was a dull blue or pink, and it had a kind of soft, crushed velvet feel to it.

I looked up at the movie. Some really pretty Indian girl was either being taught or teaching someone how to make a kind of honeyed bread. It basically looked like a cornbread square, glazed in honey, with a walnut in the center, on top.

The girl was dressed in a traditional Indian outfit. There was a sense of sexuality, romance, and tradition all wrapped up in the food making.

I got the idea that this screening was a kind of preview for the film. The film wasn't finished yet, and we were all supposed to give our feedback on it, so that it could be tweaked for more audience enjoyment.

But I started to wonder if maybe this film wasn't a bit too stereotypical toward Indians, what with the food-making and tradition and so forth. I wondered if Indians would be offended by a film like this.

It didn't occur to me that the film was actually Hindi (it was -- it had English subtitles), and that pretty much everybody else in the room was Indian.

There was a father-like man standing near the couches. He had dark skin and a bit of a pot belly. He wore a button-up shirt of really nice, pale-blue material and nice, dark slacks. I thought I might go hang out with him, since I figured he'd have a better idea about all this stuff than I did.

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was walking through a forest, probably a pine forest. I was walking along a slope, not on any trail. The pine trees were all spaced well apart. The ground itself was black. It may have been black cinder soil, or (I think now) the forest could have been burnt down.

There must have been a road at the top of the slope, up to my right. Suddenly people came blasting down the slope! They were all laying, extended straight out, with their legs crossed and their arms crossed over their chests. And they were propelled so that they were rolling, tumbling, down the slope.

I followed these people down the slope. I reached a point where there was a cliff. I couldn't go any farther. The cliff must have been about fifty meters high. It ended with a flat valley of forest, of the same black-soiled, or charred look as the area up around me.

But one of the rolling, tumbling people, in his movement, had rolled right off the cliff.

I suddenly knew that this was all some game. People were thrown, almost at random, down the slope. There were all kinds of random land formations down the slope. Depending on fate, and the skill of the person, the person either would or wouldn't survive going down the slope. Survival, as well as something else, would determine who won this game.

But this person's path had been directly toward this cliff. There were a few places, going down the cliff, where the person managed to grab hold for a moment. But everything in the cliff was really soft. The cliff was like some shelf of really soft, brown coal.

Finally the person managed to grab onto a thick tree root that was growing out of the cliff wall. It might have been able to get him over to a thin ledge.

But it was obvious that the root was dead and rotten. The more the man pulled up on it, the more it was shifting its way out of the cliff. And, besides, even if the man got to the ledge, he'd be trapped there. There was no way down.

So the man just gave in to the fact that he'd lost. He either let go of the tree root or held onto the tree root until it finally snapped out of the cliff. The man fell maybe about twenty meters and died on impact.

There were already a bunch of people down on the ground by now -- some alive, some dead. The living had set themselves out in the valley, as if they were going to camp there for the night. Some of the living headed over to the man's body after they saw that he'd fallen to his death.

I walked back up the slope. I reached the top of the slope, where the road was. I saw cars passing along the road. I then understood that the people were tossed out, in their rolling positions, from the cars. This was what gave them such great speed (??? -- in a perpendicular direction?). I may even have seen another batch of people thrown out from the cars.

I think my mom, or at least somebody I knew, was up around here. I'm pretty sure, anyway, that somebody was calling my name or talking to me, probably from a slight distance, maybe even across the road from me.

I may have spoken a little bit with the person who had been speaking to me. But, even though I think the person was looking forward to me helping them with something, I told the person that I would be back in a moment.

I knew there was a really safe way to get down into the valley. I walked down the slope and kept going forward, in the direction of the road. The cliff merged into the slope farther along, and the slope became very mild.

I walked down along the mild slope to the valley. I figured that once I got down to where everybody was, I'd help bury the man I'd seen die, out of respect for him. But I also probably figured that I'd help bury all the dead. This game didn't make any sense.

Dream #4

I was sitting in some restaurant, probably a fast-food restaurant. It was daytime, and there was plenty of light coming in from the windows. There were a lot of people in the restaurant. The place felt packed, busy, and humid, like a coffee-warmed store on a winter's day.

I sat on the right side of a table for four. A police woman sat across the table from me. I don't think either of us had any food. The woman was white, kind of short, a bit overweight, with a round, pale face. She had frizzy, red-brown hair, drawn back in a braided pony tail. She had kind of thin eyes, pale blue-green. She looked like she may have been in her early twenties.

The woman was telling me something about how disappointed she was in me. I'd either done or said something that had really gone against her expectations of me.

Now she was pretty much through with me. I knew this was bad for me because, since she was a cop, now that she was through with me, she'd probably have the other cops start giving me a bad time.

The woman stood up to leave. I may have stood up to try to get her back. But I don't think I really knew what to say. So I probably gave up and sat back down just as soon as I'd stood.

Dream #5

In my head, I was talking with either my old friend R or his first or second wife. I'm pretty sure that the conversation eventually became between the first wife, N, and myself. As I had this conversation in my head, I was cleaning out a bathtub in a bathroom with kind of dim, warm, incandescent light.

I was telling N that I hated even talking to her and R. They seemed to love making me feel inferior to them. It was even like they operated as a team, taking turns saying nitpicky things or one-upping me, when the other person couldn't find the right thing to say.

I probably said that this was why I didn't want to go to some thing that N had invited me to. This probably ended the conversation.

As I was finishing the conversation, I noticed that my efforts to clean the bathtub were really failing. I'd sprayed cleaner all over the tub, and I was wiping the tub off with a sponge.

But I just seemed to be taking whatever grime there was in the tub and spreading it all over the entire tub. The spray bubbles themselves only seemed to be gathering up the grime and expanding it, so that now my tub's surfaces seemed to be coated in soapy grime.

I might possibly have realized that I'd need to wipe and re-wipe the surfaces before I got all this stuff off. The first spraying was to get everything wet. I'd have to spray again. Then the wet stuff would start coming off, leaving the surface clean.

Dream #6

A commercial from the late 1970s. A thin, prettyish, blonde woman was pushing a cart through a grocery store. A male narrator was talking about wise choices a mother should make while shopping.

The "wise choices," obviously, meant buying whatever product the narrator was advertising.

The view then switched to a view from the cart. The woman's face was framed in a circle in the center of the screen. The rest of the screen was black. This was supposed to be the view of the woman's baby, who was sitting in the cart.

The woman was making all kinds of kissy faces to the baby. The male narrator was now saying, in connection with making wise choices while shopping, that a baby will always imitate whatever a mother does. This implied that the baby was probably making kissy faces back to the mother.

Suddenly the mother let out a flat, kind of raspy burp. The mother was surprised, and a little apprehensive. She knew the baby would probably imitate her burp.

The view now shifted to a view more like the mother's view. The "baby" in the cart was actually a pretty, skinny girl, maybe seven years old. She was sitting in the basket of the cart, rather than the seat of it. But I felt like she was probably too old to sit in the cart, like a baby would.

Sure enough, the little girl, kind of looking up to her mother like a baby would, burped, in almost the same way as her mother did.

It was then nighttime. The mother was in her bedroom, which was pretty big. It was dark. But somehow the mother could be seen, maybe in a nightgown, masturbating.

The little girl, standing in the hallway in only underwear and a tank-top, was watching the mother through a crack in the door. With a baby-like mentality, the little girl thought she'd copy the mother, in front of the mother.