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I was on my laptop, and at the top of the screen were various tabs, one reading "this is reality", I clicked on it, and it was a ton of saved images in a file my boyfriend made. I was devastated, and in reality became very agitated in my sleep. The images were very soft core and the women looked as though they were from the 80's. I flipped the computer around and said "whats this?", and my boyfriend replied, "that must be from when I used to look at porn.", so I clicked on a button that showed when the file was added and it said "1-11-11". I showed him this date as it is very recent, caught in a lie, he grabbed my arm as I threw the computer around and tried to leave him. He would not let go, so my arm stretched and stretched. I woke up angry and disturbed from this one.

Well can't really remember much, but it's about time I posted another.

So I had a few GI Joe dreams, I don't know what was happening but two characters stuck out. First dream had Scarlett, and the second had Cobra Commander.

Also I was listening to music, and I became aware I was dreaming, but I was mid-waking up, so it didn't really matter. There was Face from the A-Team talking the words of "Let's Live For Today" (Because me and my brothers think The A-Team sing that song ) and I was like "This is cool, this song is cool. Wait, why is there this song? I went to bed listening to my music, this is a dream" but I was waking up anyway

anyway cool

I think I had a good dream (by good I mean dramatic, not friendly) last night, but I remember waking up slightly depressed from it and thinking "I don't want to remember this dream" and let it slip from my mind.

I remember a vague image of darkness, and remember being dressed all in black like a ninja. I think I was crouched on someone's house and being shouted at by someone. I also remember seeing someone with orange hair, accusing me of something.

I wish I'd remembered it now, but considering my dad woke me up by throwing underwear at my head, I had a bit more on my mind!

Jay

I met my old friend Jay somewhere. we didn't seem to be on good terms, i forget why.

Bar

I was outside some house smoking a cigarette at night time. I was with a couple people, i saw a bar across the street so i began walking there, a bunch of punk kids stopped me and said i wasn't allowed in the bar.

Dog

Just a vague dream of playing with a small dog.

Mcdees

I was at my new Mcdonald job, I spent a few days learning things and everything seemed to be well.

This is all the detail I remember.

The dream began with me driving home in Texas, reportedly from my job. My parents still lived in their old house, so that was the neighborhood I went to. All of the stores in the small shopping center clustered around the Subway were gone. In their place was a huge supermarket. The parking lot was a mess of broken slabs of concrete. I went into the store, and Nicole called me. I could hear the cast of Glee in the background; she was watching it while talking to me. Just from the actors’ voices, I was able to reconstruct the episode in visual form in my head. I laughed when Will suddenly swept Emma off her feet in a rare moment of manliness. She giggled and pleaded with him to let her down. When he did, she calmed down a bit.

“What was that?” she asked. “Some kind of… fatherly instinct, Will?”

“I’m gonna beat my children…” He said it so calmly, so unabashedly! It was almost as though this was supposed to sound romantic. I cracked up laughing. The show went to a commercial break without a comment from anyone else. Nicole didn’t think it was funny at all, but I was enjoying the chance to see how pathological Will’s perception of life had become over the course of the show. I grabbed a can of pasta off a shelf and waved it around in the air as I joked with Nicole about how that was the best line in the whole episode. The can was covered in something sticky like orange juice, so I switched it with another one. I went straight to the checkout. I guess pasta was all I needed… A plump, black woman waved me over to her register. She swiftly processed my single item. When she printed a receipt for me to sign, I just wrote my first name. I carried my one grocery item in a bag back to my car. Instead of getting in the driver’s seat, I climbed into the back of the car… The air conditioning turned on as soon as I closed the door.

“I’m so glad it does that,” I murmured to myself in relief. It was a warm, humid night in Texas. I wondered briefly how it was possible for my car to do that, but I didn’t worry too much about it. I locked the door. I didn’t want to get mugged. Only then did I lean into the front of the car and turn it on. I quickly flipped on my lights and popped the car into drive, then spun around to the only exit onto the road I could see. My side of the exit was horribly ruined; huge slabs of concrete blocked the way. I swerved around it and angled the wheels so I could easily turn that way. I made a right onto the street once it was clear. Basically, the street was divided by a huge median with trees growing all over it, so in order to get to the correct side of the street, I had to make a U-turn about thirty yards down the road. I must note that this U-turn was impossibly tight; my car pivoted around the narrow, three foot wide tip of the median without any difficulties. I found myself in a turn-only lane going left and had to switch. Then I saw a yellow light.

Yellow, I thought. Yellow, yellow, yell – oh! I realized I was supposed to stop at the intersection up ahead! The light turned red, but I was still going too fast. I slid right into the middle of the intersection. Oops. I figured it was better to just keep going, so I put my foot back down on the accelerator. Almost as soon as I passed through the intersection, I saw a cop coming the other way. I was horrified. He must’ve seen me – how could he not? I knew he would pull me over as soon as he could turn around. I had to act swiftly. In order to evade the police, I planned to take an unusual route back home. I turned left onto a small street, disappearing from the main road before the cop could find me. This road bisected another in a place that looked like the suburbs of Chicago. I started talking to Ben on the phone. I didn’t have to hold it up… I could just hear his voice. This is probably a fortunate side-effect of using headphones when I’m on the phone lately. Anyway, Ben complained that it was snowing in Australia, but we somehow determined that it was actually raining because it was forty degrees in Brisbane. Ben pretended to be confused about the temperature. He said it was 40 to 100 degrees outside – first in Fahrenheit, but then in Centigrade. That didn’t sound right at all. If he was using the Celsius scale, much of that range would be intolerable, even lethal. I turned onto the next street. Traffic lights and driving in general were beginning to pose crippling difficulties. I couldn’t focus my eyes properly on the lights, and some kind of weird, yellow dot appeared in my field of vision to direct the car. On top of keeping the wheel straight, I had to keep this light in the middle of my perspective with my mind in order to keep the car going straight. Anytime I looked away from the middle of the road, the car turned in that direction. The only way to counter it was to turn the wheel in the opposite direction at the same time. As one can imagine, this wasn’t easy. It was incredibly difficult for me to multitask in this dream on top of everything else, so it’s no surprise that I went through three red lights in succession before finally stopping.

Ben explained that he needed help with a quest. The road took me along the edge of a massive, red curtain – the kind used in theaters. I knew there was an abandoned hospital inside. Ben needed to get into the hospital and retrieve something. I stopped the car, got out, and slipped under the heavy curtain. The hospital was dark, and many of the doors and windows were boarded up. Ben transformed into Goofy (Mickey Mouse). He started going to the main entrance, but I insisted that I knew which entrance was the right one to use. I had done this quest before, I said. Actually, I was just attempting it for the first time – but with Ben’s help, I knew we would be fine. We circled around the building to a small back door. Inside, we found two elevators and a door to a stairwell. The stairs were the obvious choice… The building probably wouldn’t have any electrical power to spare, considering the state it was in. Despite that, Ben went for the first elevator.

“I don’t think that’s going to work…” I said. He pushed a button. The elevator dinged at us as it opened. Nervously, I followed him in. “What if we get stuck in here? This is a bad idea… I hate elevators.” The door slowly closed. Ben picked a floor, and the elevator began to drop. The walls were made of mirrors. Staring at reflections of reflections of myself wasn’t helping my sanity. Ben apologized for choosing the elevator; he hadn’t intended to disturb me. We would take the stairs back up, he promised. When the elevator stopped, I stumbled out. Moving was difficult down here for some reason… Ben didn’t have any trouble, though. We were inside a small Minecraft level. The path curved around a pit of sharks before coming to a slide. I almost slid straight down, but there was a lava pit at the bottom! That would have meant my death. I had diamonds and quite a bit of iron in my inventory, so I was glad I hadn’t fallen. I had to slip into a tunnel on one side of the slide. I found it difficult to make any progress… I got my legs in the tunnel, but the rest of my wouldn’t move at a normal speed.

Ben started arguing with another guy in the room with the shark pit. The guy said that the official Minecraft system made dirt grow infinitely high over time, simulating growing grass. Anyone who still played the old Minecraft was in denial, he claimed. Ben made jokes about dirt reproducing like guinea pigs as he hopped across the shark pit. He ran past me into the tunnel. I followed him as a point of awareness as he jumped skillfully across a couple pools of lava, then trudged right through a tunnel half full with lava without taking any damage. I thought he was doing this because he had food to heal himself afterward, but I realized after he emerged that he was wearing chain mail. He was invincible! He came across some kind of harpy woman and didn’t realize she was an enemy for a few moments as she slapped him with her wings. He killed her in a few seconds.

My awareness returned to my body, and I followed after Ben. Since I didn’t have anything to protect me from the lava, I planned to build a path through it. When I got to the tunnel of lava Ben traversed before, however, I saw that it was just steaming water. I figured I would probably be okay… I waded to the other side without taking any damage. A puddle of water on the ground just past the tunnel (where Ben encountered the harpy before) took the shape of a woman. It was a water elemental. I struck her with a bolt of lightning, but the damage was paltry. She was resistant to magic, being a creature of magic herself. I knew cutting her wasn’t going to do me any good. What did I do in the past when I encountered these, I wondered? I vaguely remembered running. I considered calling Ben for help, but he was way ahead by now.

I was in the car with my dad driving. We were on a one way road and had to stop at an intersection. He pulled around the cars in front of us and parked the car in front of a huge, bright screen mounted to the curb. The front of the car bumped the underside of the screen. I looked up at the screen itself, and my vision warped.

I was in my bedroom on the computer. Like some kind of background train of logic slipped into place, I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I laughed at the strange sequence of events… What did my computer have to do with my dad driving around? I wondered how long I had been dreaming. Not very long, I realized. I immediately felt the dream fading as it always does, but I transformed myself into a wolf to put pressure on my hands and feet. I felt that would help. After a brief jog through a forest, I started flying around the world in one frame of reference. In the bedroom, I was gently floating through the air. I laughed when I saw what I was doing in the room. This was the dumbest stabilization technique I’d ever come up with. I turned back into a human. I had brief sexual thoughts, but I reminded myself not to pursue them this time. I would learn much more from experimenting with the dream state. I drifted down to a sitting position and rubbed my hands together. I brought them into view and saw that I was wearing black leather gloves. That explained why my skin felt so leathery. I pulled the gloves off and tried rubbing my hands again. It worked. The skin on my hands was so finely detailed afterward… I noticed every little stretch in the skin. I reminded myself not to get lost staring into them. I pinched myself in an attempt to inflict minor pain. I wanted to ground myself further in the dream. My hand just felt numb. I tried my arm, too – also numb. Whatever, I thought, at least pain wouldn’t distract me. As soon as I started toward the door, things became fuzzy and blacked out. I patiently waited without mental comment.

“Furley?” I heard my mom calling Austin from downstairs – that was her nickname for him around the house when we were younger. Her voice caused me to lose a little lucidity for a moment. Time to get up, I thought… Wait! My mom wouldn’t be in my dorm room, I reasoned. Vision rapidly came back, and my lucidity was back to where it had been before.

I “respawned” at my computer desk after a few moments. Chelsea walked into the room and handed me a soft drink from a fast food restaurant. About half of the drink remained.

“Are you done with that?” I asked, taking it from her. I wanted to try Coca Cola in a dream. I haven’t had it in a long, long time in waking life because it’s so acidic. The taste was convincing, and getting a drink was refreshing since my throat was so dry. I checked my hands… No gloves. Good! I noticed I was really warm because I was wearing my hoodie. I took that off and tossed it on the floor. Keeping myself warm wasn’t at all necessary… If anything, staying cold would keep me alert. Chelsea gave me a weird look when I pushed the chair back. She had been talking to me about something, but I wasn’t listening. I felt a little guilty, but it didn’t seem like it was that important. If it had been, I wouldn’t have been able to ignore it.

“Come with me…” I said. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. We went down a flight of stairs. I recognized our old house in Texas from the general layout, so I knew where to expect the front door. It was wide open. Clearly, I was on the right path.

“Where are we going?” Chelsea asked. I figured I could tell her she was a dream character, or I could let her see that we were in a dream for herself. I chose the latter option.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure myself. When we reached the door, I saw that it was raining. I smiled. I love rainstorms. “You don’t need shoes,” I told her, urging her out of the house even though she was barefoot. I didn’t notice I was wearing socks until I stepped onto the wet driveway. Just intending for them to go away was difficult, but I knew it would be better if I could feel the cold driveway under my feet. Chelsea was hanging back by the door to avoid going into the rain. “What’s wrong? Come on!”

“We do need shoes,” she objected. Sighing, I grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. “Wait!” she objected again. “We have to close the door!”

“There’s no one else in that house,” I laughed. “Stop worrying. Look at all of this!” Where there should have been houses, the terrain was just flat. It was nostalgic in ways – the same trees were there – but with all the buildings missing, it was so foreign. As we walked into the rain, the dream rapidly faded.

I found myself in my computer chair in my dorm room. I relaxed in the chair, attempting to go back to sleep. I wasn’t aware that this was a false awakening. A program called Dream Apache tracked my dreams from the previous night. It even listed the durations of each dream so I could determine the order in which I had them. I waited almost a full minute (53 seconds) in this relaxed state before my head seemed to swell. Was this what it was like to cross the threshold, I wondered? Tunnel vision went to darkness, eclipsing the blinking message on the screen that said “DREAM ACTIVE.” The program even told me where my dream body had gone, but I didn’t pay attention to that.

I felt hands grip my ankles. Interesting… I was dreaming again for sure. The hands were soft, but the force behind them was strong. I felt a forward tug. I was being pulled somewhere.

The rest has been omitted.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Finally some recall. I haven't recalled more than a few fragments during the week. Too little sleep and stress. I slept way too little last night aswell, but strangely I recalled three dreams when I woke up.

22.20: Sleep

05.10: Random dreams
*I'm at work. My friend Jonas is there and we're talking about WoW. He's giving it up once again he tells me. I start walking and I spot a magazine in the snow. I pick it up and another one. My sisters are trying on some kind of tights up ahead and I walk up to them. I avert my eyes and hand them the magazines.

*I'm eating a cheeseburger with Snusknicke from work. They are delicious and I finish mine in no time. I get up to go buy another one from the kiosk across the grass. The girl in the kiosk tells me they're only eighteen crowns. Must be some kind of mistake I think and try to pay with my card. It's malfunctioning, but soon I have paid her. I head back and a rich lady with her black poodle walks towards me. The poodle has a blindfold and earplugs. "Only her sense of touch is exposed to the world" she tells me. Apparently a precious, delicate pet from a noble-woman can't be exposed to the world's filth.

*I'm with a comedian. We head inside a white mansion and crash a dinner party. The comedian yells at everyone and grabs a plate of salmon. "We're stealing this shit!" he yells, his face going red. Everyone laughs and thinks it's a part of the act. I grab a platter of potatoes and we start run. The guards of the place realises it's not an act and starts chasing us. We head out the door and I start running up a mountain. The comedian gets caught and keeps yelling weird things.

I refuse to get caught and run from all the people chasing me. At the top of the mountain there's no where to go, except into a thicket of branches further down. I jump down and grab onto the sinewy, swamp-like branches to dampen my fall. I hit the ground unscathed, and run out onto a field. Suddenly we're playing some kind of game. Five of them are on the other side, and I have to write something in the grass with my stick.

They start running towards me and I quickly write: "Dick" on the ground. They have to run back and start all over again, in the meanwhile I have to run the opposite direction. We repeat this a few times, every word I write it something obscene. The last word "Turd" is written in time, but one guy still grabs my ankle. "Hey that's cheating!" I say and some other guy explains to me how the square I was standing in made it legal. It's a white square and I start hearing bird song. My alarm...

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Fun dreams, hopefully I'll have a lucid or two this weekend so I can practice some.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Totoro Encounter

I wake up to a phone call. It’s a little boy saying my dog is outside. I don’t have a dog, but I go check anyways.

Outside, a golden retriever is laying in my yard. His name is Rusty and in waking life he belongs to my friend Martin but in this dream, he belongs to my neighbor Bill. The kid got confused. I look for the boy but I see no one in sight, and the dog is just sleeping. He thought he was hurt.

I peep downwards. On the other side of the screen door is a little white totoro with a cute red cap on and little red mittens! I let him in.

He runs around for a moment and then I lift him up. Wait, this could be a trick. My anxiety kicks in and I think of what this could be: a weird listening device robot and someone is hearing on the other end what I am talking to it about? I put my finger in its mouth. It’s wet, and I feel a few baby teeth. I pat all around it, it’s fur is very very soft, like a shaved cat belly. It seems soft on the inside: no mechanical parts.



It doesn’t like this patting though and it hops out of my hands and runs under my couch. I’m sad because now I know it’s real, and I already fucked up our first meeting! I get on my hands and knees and peep under the couch and lure it out.

I hold the cute little thing in my hands. He takes his hat and mittens off and I cuddle him a little. I then remember my two cats. Shit. They smell it, and come from upstairs. He hops out of my hands and the chase begins. I feel so bad for him, I can’t catch either my cats or him. At one point, I see something ruffling under a big blanket and I think it’s my cat. I tap my foot to lure her out, and she jumps at my foot, clawing it. She feels bad and kind of walks around me in apology.

I find the totoro and scoop him up and run to the door. I am about to set him free when my cats come and think I put him out already, so they’re eager to leave. They both go out and the totoro is safe. I set him down. He begins to cry softly. I feel so bad and squeeze him lightly, apologizing.

He is very in the moment and stops crying when I cheer him up and he realizes there’s no cats. He doesn’t seem to be hurt. He scurries back under the couch with his hat and mittens. He keeps smiling at me someone even though his mouth isn’t really like that.

I false awaken. Both my cats are on my bed. A shimmer of light shines through my window and all three of us go and watch the beautiful sun set.

Both of my cats were on my bed sleeping all night. Maybe we shared these dreams

Fantasy Cousins

I am in a parking lot with my mom and my cousin Catie. We’re going to go somewhere, like Portland or something, even though it’s really late and it’s two hours there, two hours back. Catie says Patrick, her brother/my other cousin, has to come too. I like Patrick in waking life, but I scream really loud in my dream when I hear this. I don’t say anything, I’m just screaming.
Before we go to Portland, we have to stop at Heathers house for some reason and wait a long time. Catie and Patrick awkwardly sit in the living room. The house is very different than waking life. I peep into Heathers room and she’s sleeping. I go in.
She’s having a dream and she’s smiling so big. She’s talks too, occasionally. I’ve never seen anyone have such an in depth dream. I wake her and apologize because her dream sounded cool, but she said it just ended.

We all leave together. The scene changes to a very weird room, cramped and full of people. We seem to be “regular” people, while there are more “noble” people. One is an old man, very strict and military-esque while appearing wise and mystic as well. He has a long beard like a stereotypical Chinese guy. The other noble is a young girl. She’s giving everyone weird creatures to ride on. Patrick gets on back of one that kind of looks like a bear, but is clearly nocturnal for some reason and has jagged limb structures. I want to get on one, but the girl explains it’s only for males. Heather, Catie and I sit down, and I feel really mad.
The scene changes to just me and Patrick walking up this big hill. He starts to dance kind of, just moving his body in a strange rhythmic way. On the ground below us, ice forms as he dances in a beautiful pattern. I join, and the pattern becomes more intricate. We get to the top.


Fragment

I’m at school. Our classroom moves to the teachers secret library. It’s a tilting room that I’m afraid will tip over. I sit in the back, closest to the exit. The ceiling is extremely high and there are bookshelves that reach it, toppling with books. I hate myself because I keep saying absolutely everything on my mind, whether it makes sense or not. I blame it on being really tired.
Later, we go to a gym. The gym has a giant weird rotating machine in the middle. The teacher comes up to me with a paper I made, and instead of an essay we drew pictures. Mine had a wand made of a marijuana plant, and she said I shouldn’t be so risqué.


Fragment

My mom wants weed, so I call up my friend Dylan and ask about it. He says some obscure date, but my mom goes and visits his apartment anyway. Outside there is a sack of seeds and she thinks its hers. She goes in and he says it’s not, so we leave.


Fragment
I'm shopping with Heather and Tyler. In one store, Heather buys me a jacket. In another, we all look at a display case of jewelry. There is a watermelon mood ring that Tyler wants. Heather wants some earrings (her ears aren't pierced), and I want a little hand clasp with an eye on the palm.

I will start today on all the dreams recalled and stored in my dream diary here lucid or non-lucid.

dream on 10/3/2011: non lucid:
Meeting arnold schwarzenegger and making a bolognaise for him in the middle of my town, i had a grinder which was half filled with cannabis and half filled with chilli so i turned it upsidedown to try to get the cannabis granules to switch places with the chilli to make a space bolognaise? As i was flicking at the grinder i saw my mum so was scared she'd see me with weed so quickly put the grinder away, then i realised i was going to be late for college so had to try to hurry up with the bolognaise. I woke up. (How i didnt do a reality check with this - no idea.)

The only dream I can remember right now is that I was in this store to buy something and I felt really tired so I looked around and found two packages of Ephedrine and thought "That will wake me up for sure". I reached to grab a package and someone beside me grabbed both as I was grabbing one. I yanked one of the packages from his hands and said "Why thanks, you're so polite" and walked up to the counter, paid for it, and left.

Of course I was almost instantly at my destination which happened to be a hole in the ground. I dove into the hole and it led to a small tunnel which I crawled my way through and lead into this large underground room full of people sitting around drinking and telling stories. I don't really remember the context of the story I told them but they gave me this bottle of glowing blue liquid. I thanked them and I drank it. It sort of tasted like Smirnoff Ice.

I had actually pretty vivid dreams and I also felt strong feelings in the dreams.

Im at this inside arena and Im watching UFC or some fighting match. The competitors come in and they are like showing off how badass they are. First some guys come and some SWAT guys are following them. Then there is this guy saying how he has hanged an 8-year old child and disgraced the cross. Im then in this room where the walls are painted black and theres a blue cross hanging from the ceiling and then theres this sack where the child is hanging. I feel really disturbed and the dream is pretty nightmareish I wake up and still feel disturbed because of the dream.


R is at our house and he has bought some clothes for me. I take one of them and its this woolly shirt. I put it on and go to see myself from the mirror, but when Im watching myself from the mirror the shirt has changed into a light and dark blue striped hoodie.


Im at school sitting in front of our german class. Im about to put my shoes on, when 8th-grader N who is sitting beside me kicks my shoes away. I get really pissed off and I grab him from his shoulders and put him against the wall. Hes friend says to me that "I wouldnt do that" referencing to N's bodysize, he looks abit bigger than me, N also says that I shouldnt do it. I say "Fuck you, if we end up in fist fight, size doesnt matter, Ill punch you so hard your drop from the first hit. Then I keep threatening him, and I threaten to dig his eyes out with my keys. He looks abit scared and doesnt reply. I leave him there.
Im about to inside the class but to be sure I leave my shoes to some other place so that N cant do any harm.
At some point of the dream I ask P to teach me some judo-moves just in case.
I also noticed JH was talking with N.

I've been having dreams involving a girl that I stopped talking to about a month ago. We were talking and Liked each other but some things happened and we stopped talking.she started dating of my friends a few days ago.

Anyways, in my dream I was in a room with her and her boyfriend and some other people, and she was walking by me and started holding my hand, but I let go of her hand, and then she started crying saying she tried to make it work. That's all I remember from my dream.

Also a few weeks ago I dreamt I was at a party and she was there. She saw me and just gave me a look like "what are you even doing here" and she started laughing.

A week or so before that dream I dreamt we were in a coffee shop, and we were sitting together. She was cold so we started holding each other. I don't remember much else since this dream happened a while ago.

Before bed I took 800mg of valerian and 0.25mg of melatonin.

Fragments from early REM period

I am walking around the halls of my university. There are a lot of people in the halls with me. I believe that I am on my way to class...

... I am part of Uru again. There is a linking book somewhere, I think...

... I am looking at a computer screen. There is a picture of something entitled "dreamsign". It looks like the logo for one of the filmmaking companies. The kind of Celtic looking thing. As I look at it, it looks more like the Yeesha symbol from Uru...

Going to my Grandparents'

I am on my way to visit my Grandparents' house. There seems to be a time constraint on this, and my mother and I are trying to figure out the best way for me to get there. In the end, we decide that I will drive part way there, and when I am almost to their house to park the car and take a ferry across a small lake along the way. Somehow I think that this will be cost effective and possibly save time. I will call and schedule the ferry while I am driving.

Former Workplace

My mother and I are at my former workplace (a toy store) looking for a specific toy. We look in a few places for this thing (some kind of military hovercraft) but can't find quite what we are looking for. Then I remember that it is probably in the action figure section. I take her over to that area, but when we get there we see that all but one of the shelves are missing. I ask one of the current stockers what happened to the other shelves. He doesn't know (he is new). I ask another employee, but he doesn't know either.

Lucid at the Fair

I am walking down the road in the middle of our county fair. It is late in the season, and there are not many people visiting. Many of the stands are closing up for the year, and I look as I walk for familiar games and people. I am in my uniform (as though I were there to staff the public relations booth as I did when I was a park ranger). I am not there as a park ranger, but I have some other reason to go to the fairs. I think how nice it is that I get to go back to these old familiar places, and walk down the road feeling at ease.

I try to think of why I am at the fair. I can't exactly remember. Then I remember that being at the fair is a dreamsign. I stop walking, and turn to look behind me. Things look OK, but I am beginning to realize that I am dreaming.
I try to justify my being at the fair, but I can't. "So this is a dream," I say.

I look up at a concession stand to my right. As I do, I become aware that the dream is losing realism. I am in danger of losing the dream, and consider either preparing for a DEILD or hoping to WILD when I wake up. Then I decide to try my Dream Posession technique to stabilize it, and attempt to summon Monk. I am vaguely aware of somebody's presence at my side, and try to take posession of their body. This is partly sucessful, and I blink a few times to try to get the vision clear.

I decide to fly, hoping this will further put me in the dream. I float up into the air, and then come down through the top of the concession stand. There is a woman working in there. She is not overly beautiful, but she is pleasing to look at. I decide to kiss her, and do so. Around here I loose the dream.

Archaeology

I am with one of my colleagues at an archeological excavation. We are back at a rockshelter where we were two years ago, and are at first digging through snow. My colleague, Dr. B., points to a birdbath in the middle of a field and tells me how much he dislikes it. Then he describes a statue that used to sit in it, and how much he hated that. I think the birdbath is kind of attractive, and like the idea of the statue.

We continue digging through the snow. We try not to make too many footprints in it, but Dr. B. seems to be making a lot. Now the snow is moss, and we are removing layers of it. Now we are no longer excavating, but pulling weeds. And now we are digging through dirt looking for trash.

There is a lot of trash in the dirt, and we move down a line sorting through rubbish to throw away. I come across a pile of items, with some electronic equipment and stacks of old records. I am happy with this find, since I get to keep whatever I come across.

Thursday 10th March 2011
I struggled to open my eyes; all I could manage was to open my left eye slightly. I slowly raised my hand to verify I was dreaming with a reality check. My hand was see-through. So it was safe to say I was definitely dreaming. I tried to open my other eye, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. I then woke up.

[It's so frustrating! I can never open my eyes when I go into a lucid.]

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat on a couch in a living room. The living room was dim. My mother may have been in the living room as well. I had a bunch of CDs on the couch with me. I was surprised. There were so many CDs by the artist Gack't. I may have been wondering how I could possibly listen to all these CDs.

I was now in something like a psychologist's office. A female friend of mine (I don't recognize her now) was talking to me as I read a book. The book was some kind of Penguin Classics version of an anthology of essays by great psychologists.

The woman, who was pretty and blonde with pale skin, giggled a little and told me something about what I should be reading in the book.

Dream #2

I went to visit two old friends who I haven't seen in a long time. We were in their living room. The living room was lit only by a fluorescent light from some other room.

My friends and I were sitting at a big dining table that was placed awkwardly in the living room. I was about to go. My female friend said, "Well, I wish you could stay for dinner."

The woman then took out a plastic bottle of some kind of orange color sauce. She squirted the sauce out on the table to write the word "Village" in cursive. The "g" had been written a little wrong, possibly merging with another letter. So I tried to fix it, possibly with a knife.

Dream #3

I was out in a huge, rolling valley of pale tan grass. It was a sunny, clear day. Some "friend" of mine, who was also my family's old dog, was on the slope of a small hill before me.

I saw a hawk. The hawk may have dropped something like a dead animal or torn flesh. The dog seemed interested in this. I turned away and saw another hawk somewhere, possibly on an electric wire (?).

The dog somehow got my attention. I thought it was trying to show me the hawk. I feel like I had somehow lost sight of the hawk, even though I'd still wanted to look at it, and that I'd thought the dog had found it again.

But the dog (standing) showed me (in its handsn not paws) that it had found a dead baby hawk. The baby was bare of feathers and red as blood.

I didn't show interest in the baby hawk. I was kind of annoyed that the dog was so preccupied with finding dead stuff. The dog picked up on my annoyance, threw the dead bird over its shoulder, and ran off.

I started to think about seeing two hawks conceiving a baby. I thought it must be a kind of werid thing to see hawks having sex.

I seemed to have seen two hawks in a grass-floored forest. They were both really big. They appeared to be having sex. I now said in my mind that my mom had actually seen two hawks having sex.

I was in a small room, which I knew was a room in a mental hospital. The floor was slate-grey and the walls were stark white. There was a teenage boy crouched against the wall in the room. The walls were all banged up at the bottom. There was also an old sticker for a 1970s radio station on the wall.

I began telling the boy something about how my mom had seen hawks having sex. Something about this fact was really supposed to show what a brave, strong person my mother was.

I was now floating down along the slope of a mountain. I was honing in on a car at an intersection of a modern road at the foot of the mountain. I was still telling the story to someone, though now it seemed to be a male psychologist.

I didn't want to make my story sound like I did all this good stuff for my mom, because the truth was that I was largely neglectful of her.

I was floating over the road now, possibly over a car. We were headed back into the forest, to some kind of camping style area where there was going to be an event. But when I got to the camping area I saw that theb event was some different event.

There were long tables for about 50 meters, full of different colored t-shirts advertising the event. I picked up one black t-shirt with pink writing on it. I thought it looked pretty cool, and that I might buy it.