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They say that keeping a dream journal will help you to remember your dreams and also have lucid dreams, so I have decided to start one.

Last night, I dreamt about a mildly famous, gay, internet personality. He took my brother and I to McDonalds. This guy goes behind the counter and gives sexual favours to the person serving us. I don't know who he is or why that's happening but it's common knowledge that the McDonald's employee is quite dirty.
We receive our order in a massive paper bag. My brother can't carry it from the top because it's too big so I carry it from underneath.
All the fries are sitting on the top and poking out of the bag, right under my nose.

As we walk out, we come to a spaghetti-western style town and I've lost my McDonald's. We are now with our Nonna walking down a very familiar path. We've all been there before.
Nonna stops and take several large £1 coins from her purse (each coin is bigger than her palm) and she puts it in a charity box for an animals charity. I make sure she hands the box into the asian shop next to her so the money doesn't get stolen.
She speaks to the shop keeper in an asian language I don't know, but somehow I understand her. She says, 'And a pound for you' as she hands the shop keeper a pound.
A homeless man casually walks into the shop and opens the till. He takes ten pounds and walks out. Everyone watches him but makes no attempt to stop him.

Outside I talk to my brother. He tells me he is sick of living with Nonna because he has no freedom and he wants to move out. He feels he can't do anythign for fear of upsetting her. I think to myself that he should wait until he finishes university as he only has one semester left. But I wake up to my 7am alarm before I can tell him.

Plans: My plans for this night involved becoming lucid, as usual, and meeting up with MoSh to continue a much neglected series of Hogwarts dreams that we had been having a while back that involved the two of us in the Tri-School Wizard Tournament. We had completed two of the tasks… one where we had to make our way across an obstacle range, and another where we had to sneak past a dragon to grab a golden egg, much like the first task in the book Goblet of Fire. Other tasks included the other Hogwarts, where I was supposed to be teaching a class… Q says we can use a bit of time travel to pick up where we left off in both of the Hogwarts worlds… and also to complete tasks from the TotY on DV, the tasks for LPTC, tasks of the month on DV and MM… my own list of goals… wow… o.O

Epic Fail
I am at school, sitting at my desk, waiting for class to start. The instructor is Mr. Chappell, also known as Mr. C, and he is actually one of my favorite instructors. He is passing papers back out, announcing everyone's grade, and I am in line to get mine. I peek ahead and see an 84% on my paper. When I get to the front he hands mine back silently, I wonder why he didn't announce my grade. He says he didn't think I would want him to, I look and see the paper has a 54% on it… an 'F' when I had seen a 'B' there earlier! I ask why the low grade, he says I didn't answer the question properly. I take out the assignment sheet and show him that I did, and I answered it following my notes. He says I didn't even take notes, I say I did so. He says to show them to him, so I go back to my seat and get the notes. I say my paper should at least earn a 'C' even if I did misunderstand the assignment. He reluctantly boosts my grade to a 70%, and says everyone who got an 'F' on the assignment will now get a 'C' instead.


My Last Breath
Note: This one fulfills the Mortal Mist Basic Challenge for the month of February, which is to meet dreambot or, alternatively, to complete one of your own goals. Healing the Longbottoms has been a goal of mine that I have attempted in the past, tonight I completed it!

I am at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, and I am at the breakfast table. I eat waffles… yum… I am lucid, so I eat plenty of them with lots of butter and syrup since I don't have to count points for these. Just as a note, I am on the Weight Watchers program, so I count points for everything I eat. I finish and wander over by the Gryffindor table to see if MoSh is there. Neville is saying he will be out of the school for the day, but since it is Sunday, it isn't important. He is telling Harry and Hermione this. Maybe he's going to St. Mungo's to visit his parents… perfect opportunity. I follow him, and he does go to St. Mungo's. I follow him to his parents' room, but he sees me before he goes in. He seems embarrassed that I found him there, asks me not to tell anyone. I say he shouldn't be embarrassed of the condition in they're in, but proud of the fact they stood their ground in the face of such opposition. And now it is time for them to be healed. He looks questioning, but I say I have been trying to heal them, and I think he is the key to breaking through, will you help me? Of course he will! Though he doesn't seem too hopeful… We go in, the healers are glad to see both of us, I use the song My Last Breath by Evanescence. I encourage Neville to help me with the spell, he joins in, and it seems he is a natural healer, contributing much energy to the spell. We use it on his mother first, she recognizes him, and there is a brief tearful reunion. That can wait, one healing left to do. We use the song on his father with similar results. Now there is a three-way tearful reunion from which I quietly excuse myself. I figure that is a private moment, and I don't really want to be part of it anyway.


The Secret of the Egg
Back at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, sitting at the dinner table is when Dumbledore brings up the subject of the tournament again. He says he hopes we are all making good progress on decoding the messages our eggs have to give us. Draco is beside me and he mutters that the egg sounds like someone torturing a hippogryph rather than a message any human could understand… I remember that the way to listen to the egg is underwater. I want to see if MoSh is there this time, so I wander over to the Gryffindor table. Neville is excitedly telling anyone who will listen that his parents are better and they will be visiting next weekend, he can't wait for everyone to meet them. MoSh is also there, as is Asuka, they are sitting next to each other getting a bit too touchy-feely for a public school… and if it wasn't for Neville, they would probably be gathering an audience. I say hi to MoSh, and he says hello, I ask if they have listened to their egg yet. He says no, this is the first time he has been back, Harry has been procrastinating, and Hermione has yet to figure it out. She has been spending her time researching all the strangest languages she could possibly think of. Of course that doesn't do it. We decide to listen to the egg in the lake, since there are both men and women in each group. I tell Draco I have an idea for the egg, and we go down to the lake. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and MoSh are there, too. I briefly think Ron is like a lost puppy following the others around even though he is not in the tournament. Draco thinks this is a weird place to take the egg. I tell him to get in the water with me, then duck under. He looks at me like he thinks I am nuts. Harry and Ron also think MoSh is nuts, but a look of realization is dawning on Hermione's face. She says of course, the density of the water will alter the sound the egg makes… maybe it's not a foreign language after all. We get in the water and go under, I open my egg. It is indeed speaking English now, it describes how to get to the bottom of the lake, follow a maze of passages, and get to the goal. Draco has to surface a few times for air, I breathe water without even thinking about it. When I surface, Draco asks if I am part fish… how long can I hold my breath, anyway? Ron, Harry, and Hermione are staring wide-eyed at MoSh, still underwater, and then he surfaces. Ron is stunned, he says, "Blimey! I've never seen anyone but a fish stay underwater that long!" To top it off, neither MoSh nor I are even winded. I can breathe water to get to the goal, I will have to figure out some way for Draco to do it. MoSh will be able to help Harry and Hermione better than any gillyweed!


Until It Sleeps
I am at the Hogwarts where I am supposed to teach a class, but I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to be doing because I can't remember where in the curriculum the class is right now! I look through a book called Out of the Darkness by Raven Knight as the students are coming into the class, I figure I haven't taught them any healing spells yet, so I will start with that. I open the book to the song Until It Sleeps by Metallica. I explain the use of the song to the class… how it can be used to calm rage and anger from someone's heart, put the rage and anger to sleep. I also explain that if someone is doing horrible things because they are in pain, not physical pain, but internal pain… emotional pain, spiritual pain… this song will take that pain away. After the song, they will go back to acting like their true selves. Of course if their true self happens to be an asshole, they will still be an asshole after the song. It won't change that. It is meant to heal someone, not to transform who they really are, since that is a choice everyone has a right to make for themselves. I show the spell to everyone in the class, and this goes smoothly with no unexpected difficulties.

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So in this dream I was, like,4 and my mom was sitting with me on the carpet in my room. Suddenly, the door opened and my brother ( about ten in the dream) said, " Guys, you gotta come out here, there's this really loud plane." My mom told him to hold on and to let us finish the story. So about 5 minutes later we started to see this kinda white mist sinking in through the bottom of the door. My mom went and immediately opened the door. The whole hallway was covered in this kind of weird, shifting fog. I ran and tried to run for it until I came into my room, where there was less mist. Suddenly, I heard a quick, kinda high-pitched voice speaking in a language unknown to me. The mist is coming behind me so my only option is to advance toward the closet. I walk toward it, slowly, and the talking gets faster and higher pitched. I reach the door, and turn my head in to see what is in the closet. But just as I am about to see whatever it is, I wake up.

I was back in Las Vegas with Chris and Duke, and we were wandering around the strip. We entered a large building, and once inside, the hallways connected in a perfect circle, so at one point we were completely upside down much like the hallways in the book "Ender's Game." Gravity didn't have an affect on us while we were walking. I was quite drunk in this dream, most likely reminiscing off of my previous experiences over the weekend . After a few more minutes we arrived at a door which was to be our hotel room for the next few nights. When we got in there Chris and Duke said they were going to go swimming, but I had to use the restroom so I stayed behind. I entered through a door in the corner of the room, and found myself in another room (bed, lamps, everything) plus a toilet. I walked in there and took a seat to let a number 2. Right when I sat down hoards of people began walking through the room, entering in one door and exiting through another, and every once and a while stopping to chat with a person passing by. It made me feel a bit awkward, but I stayed where I was sitting, and then I noticed a group of three girls hiding in a small closet to the right of the toilet. They were all giggling, and I asked what they were doing there. One girl replied saying, "This is our room! What are you doing here?" I jumped right on the ball, completely forgetting that I was just trying to take a dump in front of them and told the girls how cool this trip will be because our room was right by theirs. They shared the same excitement and asked for my telephone number. She handed me her phone and it took forever to figure out how to work it. The screen kept on moving, and numbers would float out of the screen everytime I tried to key in a number. I became very frustrated and the girls seemed confused. The dream faded...

Date: 08/02/11
Lucid
Non-Lucid
Horrible recall!!!
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All I can remember is I was washing out my lunchbox because what I'd eaten that day had leaked and made it all sticky.
Sad thing is, it happened in RL and when I woke up my lunchbox was still sticky and I had to wash it out again

Date: 07/02/11
Lucid
Non-Lucid

I think that my alarm clock is messing up my recall because ever since I first began to use one, my recall has been absolutely horrible

Just short snippets from a ld I had the other night.

I am in a New House, Ihave not been here before I feel a fresh feeling to the area. I am talking with some friends, one girl blond hair, maybe 17 or so, and two men. I seem to know them but only within the dream.

I feel that tingle that something here is not quite reality then there is a breach in the dream and I see a ripple in the air above my head, the ripple opens further and another version of myself flys through the ripple.

I talk with myself without words, aware that I am dreaming I fly upwards with my otherself and move through the ripple in space. as we pass through the watery portal I find myself in another room, the room is small, the layout is odd and not normal for reality, is there are no doors, the walls are white with pillars with paintings on the wall. My otherself talks with me, slowly reminding me how to lucid dream, how to control the enviroment and how to alter my perception and with it the world. I fly around the room slowly, moving around to just get the feel of it and test my control over my body and the environment. Feelings of elation surface

My other self talks further, I do not recall what was said but we fly upwards towards the roof, it shimmers and we pass through it and I find myself moving through memories. I am searching for or re experiencing something as I am guided through a world of living emotion. After time, I find the world around me shifting, molding itself into another dream scape. I am now standing on a hill side, thick and hard stone under my feet, the world around me is cold there is snow on the ground but this world is not lifeless. In this world I talk with old friends and about current relationships, I am planning an engagement as I feel my lucidity slip in and out and the dream scape flows through my mind. I am not fighting the feeling, instead letting the memory and though flow through me.

I gently awake. Smile and fall back asleep

I had this dream on Feb. 7, 2011. I had a fever and horrible headache when I fell asleep.

A dimly lit courthouse was bustling with arrivals. As I entered the court room, where the trial was to be held, I saw my friends seated high up in the distanced seats for those that are unimportant. I was disappointed that I had such a diminished status that I was seated so far away that I would only be able to make out shapes and not faces of those accused of murder. Everyone was excited about this trial, for the murder suspects were two brothers, barely old enough to be called men. My friends were laughing together and joking about the trial; it was more entertainment than anything to them. I was disgusted in their childish view of this life-or-death situation and wandered down near the judge's quarters, as we weren't yet required to be seated. I looked at the defendant's table and grew curious about the two boys in this case. I had heard only limited information, but from what I had heard, they had poisoned someone, perhaps a family? Suddenly, the bailiff walked out onto the court room floor and began to settle papers. People in the court room began to quiet down and find their seats. I looked up to find that people had crammed there way into seats where I was supposed to be, and I was very upset that I had lost my opportunity to see this trial. As I went to leave, I saw a quirky looking journalist walking in. She had pigtails and glasses and was holding a notepad. She looked at me and asked if I was alright. I explained that I had lost my seat and that I was upset because I had really wanted to see the trial. She told me that if I helped her take notes, I could sit with her. I gladly accepted and she handed me a notepad.

She headed toward her seat and I was pleasantly surprised when I realized she was in the front row, behind the defendant's table. I seated myself and noted the distinguished guests beside me, dressed in high fashion and with their noses pointed in the air. I saw my aunt, who was exasperated, because her seat she'd purchased had been taken. When she saw me, she angrily exclaimed that if I were able to get a seat, then perhaps she didn't want to be sitting down here. I was not surprised by her remark and smirked when she walked out of the court room.

The bailiff called the room to order and we all rose as the judge entered. When he took his seat, everyone's attention was diverted to the side door opening and the two defendant's being ushered in. One of the men, the older brother, was wearing overalls and a plaid shirt, his brown hair slicked back. He looked mean and unforgiving. His younger brother, closer to my age, had on a red shirt and overalls and had his shaggy, auburn hair loose and falling in front of his eyes. They seated themselves and the trial began.

I listened and took notes, and then the boys were asked to give testimony. They were taken up together, to answer questions, which I thought was unusual. But only one was asked a question at a time. When the older brother was answering, the younger boy kept looking around the court room, as if searching for something. A few times, he would skim over my area and I felt something stir in my chest. His hazel eyes were intelligent and calculating, but I also detected fear.

One of the lawyers held up a bottle of orange liquid, which reminded me of DayQuil, and explained that this is the poison believed to have killed the family. The older boy rolled his eyes, but the younger boy gulped and stared at the bottle. He seemed nervous and his hair clung to his forehead where sweat beaded. We were adjourned for lunch, then, and I got up and walked quickly out of the court room. I stood in the hallway, breathing rapidly, the fear in the boy's eyes eating at my soul. Down the hall, I saw the two brothers, shackled, being led from the court room. The younger boy turned and looked at me and I saw his eyes widen. They were walked into a room in back, and I felt a sudden urge to go talk to him. I crept down the hall, making sure no one saw me, and I turned the knob on the door where the brothers had disappeared. As I did so, someone turned the knob on the other side, and I saw the younger brother's face appear. I stepped back, not fearful but surprised, and he put his finger to his lips.

Taking my hand, he pulled me down the hallway and into an elevator. The doors closed and he punched in a floor. I stood nervously across the elevator from him and he turned to me. I snatched a glance his way and saw him staring. I then turned to look at him and we stared into each other. We did not look at each other, but into one another, and I felt his fear and adrenaline. He held in his hand the bottle of orange liquid and I gulped. His sweaty fingerprints were all over the bottle. He was shaking and I took the bottle from his hand and put my hand there instead. As the doors of the elevator opened, we saw men in uniforms trotting down the hallway. The boy slammed his fist against the elevator buttons and we took off. He pushed the emergency stop button and we came screeching to a halt. One of the cables must have broken, because the elevator titled sideways, as if hanging by one cable, and we were thrown against the back wall. I landed against him and I didn't go to move. Instead, I rest against him, my face pushed into his shoulder. We were both breathing heavily and I was scared for my life, for this man was a murderer. Yet, when I looked up and saw the fear tracing in his eyes; swirling with a maddening look of passion, I couldn't help but feel that this is where I was supposed to be. We held each other then, and I clung to him as he clung to me. He lowered his head to my face and we kissed, just a soft kiss, and then we held each other once more. As we stood there, we heard people yelling down and crews working to get to us. After what seemed hours, but I am sure was only minutes, he moved and I knew we had to go. He couldn't be found here. He kicked the top of the elevator out with his feet and pulled me out. We walked along the elevator shaft, out onto a ledge, and then we made our way down onto the streets. I smoothed his hair back and we walked anxiously. I clutched the bottle of orange liquid to my chest as we walked away from the court house.

I asked him then if he did it. He told me that he didn't want to talk about it. He told me bad things happen, and that he was caught up in one of them. But he told me he was not a bad person, and that he'd never hurt anyone. That he would never hurt me. I was afraid of him again, and shivered as I walked with him. He told me he had to go get something, but he'd be back for me. We embraced, nothing passionate, just an embrace, and he was gone. I stood still for a few seconds, looking around me, and I wondered if he would actually come back.

I then looked up to see the journalist marching my way. She had fury written all over her face. She told me if I was going to use her to get a good seat, then I might as well just not come back. I calmed her down and told her I had information, as it seemed the only way to quiet her. I told her I'd talked to the younger brother, and that I could get an interview from him. She suddenly forgot that she was mad at me and we walked into her apartment (which was surprisingly close by) and she began to ask me questions. I worried he'd come back, see I wasn't there, and leave me. I kept opening the door so I could see out onto the square where he left me, but there was no sign of him. I worried and missed him. I'd never felt so close to anyone before. Even though he was being charged with murder, even though he was strange, he was beautiful and kind and gentle. He was who I was supposed to be with- no matter what that meant.

This morning 3 WILD's Apparently I need to work on lengthening my dreams.
The first one, I got off the couch and noticed my socks had changed to black nylons. I was definitely dreaming. The dream faded to black after half a minute.
The second immediately after the first, I got off the couch again, this time I was wearing shorts instead of pants. I shouted, "Increase Lucidity!" Nothing happened that I could tell. I went into the next room and looked in the mirror. I felt really tired, so I said to myself, " Be more awake!" I went over to the window and felt the side of the wood. It was splintery. I saw shadows move and red eyes, but just my cat appeared thankfully. Then I thought of how much expectation matters in dreams, and what if I thought that cat was dead? Then the cat fell on her back and died! Poor kitty! I had to look away even though it wasn't real. Then I thought of where I wanted to go and spun around. Nothing happened and the dream faded to black.
The third dream I don't even remember because it was so short.

Horror of drugs (That aren't marijuana)

I was in a big parking lot on the side of a highway. I was there to make a drug deal with two other people that I didn't know. I kept getting nervous because cars kept driving really fast through the parking lot. I kept thinking that one of them would be a cop. We were about to give up on finding the drugs, when one of the people I was with saw it. He reached his hand down a gutter and pulled out a plastic bag full of adderall pills.

Later, time skipped some and I had taken some adderall at my house. I felt sped up and kind of light headed. My old friend JP had come over, which was strange because our friendship ended on pretty bad terms. I knew that he had come over, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I knew something was wrong, so I went out into the garage and JP was sitting in my car, in the passenger side seat. In the driver seat there was a little girl who JP was helping smoke out of my pipe. She had blond hair and looked as though she was two to three years old. I had never seen her before.

I opened the car door and grabbed the pipe from the girl, putting it in my pocket. I put out my hand towards the plastic bag full of pills that JP was holding, but he held back. I told him that he could keep the pills. I didn't want them because I could get in trouble with them. I then picked up the girl and felt her shaking. She had smoked crushed up adderall pills out of my pipe. I asked JP how much she had smoked. I forgot what he said. I told him how bad it was and that I may have to take her to the hospital. When I said this I looked at the girl to make sure she didn't understand what I was saying. I asked him if he did it just to get back at me or something.

He said "Honestly, yes."

I then told him that I wouldn't be the one paying for it and that it was worse for the little girl than me.

He was now in the back of my car and three girls were in the car with him. At this point the little girl had disappeared from my hands. I asked them why they didn't stop him and they all they said that they didn't know it was harmful. I called them all names over and over. I started to leave to go inside and they followed me to the door. They all started to look pretty nervous as I threatened how much trouble they would be in. I went in and walked past my parents in the living room going straight to my room. I held the pipe in my pocket to make sure it didn't fall out. I would put it away before I told my parents what was going on.

Strange club

I was with this girl who needed to get home to Texas from where we were at. She had blond, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. I think we were in a major city in California. We had maybe come from Yellowstone. We hadn't traveled very far though, so my dream logic must have failed me and thought that California was close to Yellowstone.

I started to drive her out into the city a bit to find a hotel. Later she told me that the next day I would need to drive her to Iowa to catch a plane home. I told her that I couldn't and that she would have to take a bus or something. For some reason I felt scared to not take her. After I told her that I couldn't take her she said that she had no reason to live. She turned into an old woman with messy, gray hair and went out in traffic, getting hit by a vehicle. She splattered into a white liquid material after being hit.

Time skipped and I then ended up in this club in the same city. It was just a huge slab of concrete with people dancing everywhere. I found a section that was for gay people and everybody said that it was where I belonged. There was a train of eight to ten guys rubbing against each other. Most of them were old, black men. I didn't really feel comfortable with this. I tried to leave but was frozen and couldn't move for a second. I finally got away from it.

I sat down next to some other people. Then a person started to speak to us from a stage at the front. He told us that the brown squares on the floor were made of something special. He let us guess for a while what they were made out of and some of the people around us thought it something dangerous. He then said that if there were any thieves that he was afraid they would take what it was. He then revealed to us that the brown squares were marijuana. The people around me tore some of the pieces from the floor and said they were taking some home.

I then grabbed my suitcase and started to leave. It fell open though and I noticed that another suitcase had been inside of it. This suitcase was unzipped and I could see that it was completely empty. I hadn't packed any of my clothes when I left Yellowstone and was scared I would have to go back to where I was to get them. I thought about calling my parents to ask what I should do.

My dreams weren't so blurry because I got less sleep, but still a decent amount. Is 7.5 hours the lucky amount?

Awake Non-lucid

I'm in a large, white room. There are maps on the walls, each country a different colour. I don't glimpse much before my dad walks in. "I'm starting a project." He says, his voice booming, the acoustics of the room amplifiying it. "I'm learning the languages of Denmark, France, and Korea."

I frown. My dad is not the language type. Neither am I, in fact. "Why?" I ask slowly, studying a map, one which my dad has unpinned from a wall and spread onto a table.

After marking Denmark, France and Korea with a pen, he turns to me. "Because they are all similar." He turns back to the map. I smuggle a laugh, I don't know much about each country, but I don't think they're similar... Still, I quite like the sound of the project to be honest, and think I'll join him with it.

[Dreamskip] I'm outside, it's very sunny and I'm looking at a green lawn. There's a blonde man there. Coming from the middle of his back is a large blue braid of hair, like a tail. It's tied around a post, keeping him still.

[Dreamskip] I'm in what seems to be a hall made of dirt. The blonde man is there, and so are other people. He says that this is our home now. I get an odd feeling about him, but I decide to trust him anyway. I think he's helping my dad with his project or something.

I look around. The mud is a brownish red. The red is strangely bright in one particulaur area. I kneel down on my heels, and draw my fingers through.

I'm horrified to find a pale, bare foot. I search more and find other bodyparts. I turn to the blonde man, who is watching me with dark eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I shout at him.

"The man we killed, there is no way of disposing a body without the police finding it. So I cut him up and brought him with us."

Man we killed? I don't remember, but I think he's telling the truth. He fiddles with his tail. "When we have to move again, what then?" I hiss.


He shrugs, glanceing away and then looking back. "We'll take the body with us. We cannot be found by the police..."

I snort. This is such a depressing situation. He totally fucked it up. If it were me I would have burned the body and gotten as far away as possible. After a bit more thinking, I start to have doubts. I don't know what they could use to trace a burned body, but they probably could.

I hear banging from somewhere outside the hall. I only need to watch the terror on the blonde man's face to know they've found us.

Lucid-Non Lucid-Comments-Dialogue

Prologue:

This is probably one of the best dreams I've had in ages, in that it lasted what I perceived to be a day ,the downside is that length messes with my recall, I think if I interpreted it correctly its highly significant. There is this girl IRL who has been messing with me and I couldn't stop thinking about her to the point where I think I was obsessed. So during the day I decided to let go because of the way I was reacting, it wasn't healthy.


Going Away:

This same night I had a dream that we hooked up and had the best time ever.
We did so much shit that I cant even recall most of it,
but it included museums,rollercoasters, movies, parks and fountains which took almost the whole day. Then during the evening we were walking hand-in-hand down a city street, when she suggested that-

"we should go away for a bit".
"you mean on on Holiday?.
".....yeah".
"ok".

So we walked into some shopping centre to buy our tickets.

"their on aisle 5".

So I looked up, and the signs said that aisle 5 was down the corridor,
but as I started to walk she tapped me on the shoulder and said-

"Its right here".

Pointing to my right, where sure enough I saw rows of office spaces and one of them had 5 on it ( What I was thinking at this point was- how come she knows where we are going?, coz I sure don't!, and I have never been to this shopping centre!)

The scene changes to after we had bought the tickets and had booked a room in the hotel/shopping centre.
I didn't even care that we had separate beds I was too happy. Then she says-

"I'm leaving...for a bit".

"ok"

I thought she needed something from the shops.
So I'm sitting on one of the beds and start reflecting on what just happened as I think out loud-

" Its funny that after I let her go and abandoned all hope, that's when we finally get together"-

Hold on!, so I looked around the room and became lucid but it was too late. I woke up sad that I had spent a whole day in a dream that I thought was real this was too cruel.

Summary:

This dream was on my mind the whole day so I had time to break it down. What I came up with is this- As soon as I made the mental decision to stop with my mini obsession, my subconscious took it upon itself to give me one last moment with my perception of her which was basically perfection. But even this moment was laced with clues.

Firstly, she suggested that "we should go away" Not "I" but "we" meaning that she was taking me with her, but of-course this cant be,so we go deeper meaning a part of me was going with her "away" which in this case means the part that held all these hopes, fears and obsessions about her would be gone.

Secondly, I don't know why there was a time skip between buying the tickets and booking the room but my theory is that there were two-me's and I was given the opportunity to view what was happening through both perspectives, one part going away and one part left behind hence the feelings of being led and not knowing what's going on. Maybe I had become comfortable with that part of me so he was reluctant to leave.

Thirdly, in the room scene the beds symbolised the separation either it was just about to be done or it had already been done and I was viewing things from the "me" that was going to be left behind.

And lastly, she didn't come back!. I will have to wait and see if she makes any appearances in my future dreams and how my subconscious reacts.

After breaking it down I honestly felt like this is what happened because a wave of happiness descended upon me because It was like my subconscious did it in such an enjoyable way allowing me to spend time with my perception of her in such vividness that I truly believed I was awake.

Goals:
1- Thank subconscious.

I was walking through the hallways of my old elementary school. I'm not sure what triggered me, but suddenly I realized that I was dreaming. I came across a friend of mine in the hallway. "Hey! I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed. He laughed and said "what are you talking about?" and then slid through a nearby door.

I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together. It worked briefly and the rubbing of my hands felt so real. Unfortunately it didn't last for long, and the dream slowly faded.

My lucidity was short lived, but it was still exciting.