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The following is my first ever experience with achieving lucidity while dreaming. This occurred only last night and was very brief.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I awake (within my dream) face down in a green, overgrown field. Upon sitting up I realize that the field contains grass about 6 to 8 inches high in some areas, interspersed with small, purple flowers and is clearly not well-maintained. As I look about, I mutter to myself “I am dreaming” and suddenly realize that I am in fact dreaming and have attained lucidity for the first time ever.

I distinctly remember lying down in my bed and closing my eyes and waking up in this field. I mutter again “I am dreaming.” I look about me; off in the distance is a small shed of the type one might store gardening tools. The shed appears to have been overcome with the encroaching grass and other flora and is in a sorry state of disrepair.
In an attempt to objectively test and confirm my hypothesis that I am dreaming, I study my hands (not my normal reality check, which I do not know why I failed to perform). As I focus on my hands, I notice two things: first, my wedding band on my left hand is now on my left index finger instead of my left ring finger; second, as I focus on my hand the entire world around it goes completely out of focus to the extent that my hand appears crystal clear but all around it the green of the grass and the purple of the flowers dissolve into a green and purple jumbled mess of paint-like splatterings.

Next I check one of the purples flowers closest to me. I bend down with the flower about an inch from the tip of my nose and focus intently on it. Like my hand before it, the flower, and especially its outline, appear crystal clear (I can even make out small yellow clusters within the flower’s petals), so clear as to appear sharp. As before, the green of the grass around the flower blurs out into a mess of green paint splatters.

I stand up and notice that right next to where I awoke in this field is a litter of machine-like parts, covered in moss and overgrown grass. In an attempt to wield god-like powers about which I have read in connection with lucid states of dreaming, I attempt to move on of the machine pieces with my mind. I focused on the single piece of non-descript machinery and imagine it levitating slightly and moving to my right, but nothing happens. Frustrated, I hold my right hand out at the piece of machinery and concentrate harder, pretending to grasp the part with my outstretched hand. I push my hand to the right in an attempt to move the part, but nothing at all happens.

I become incredibly frustrated. I can hear a loud rumbling that then begins to sound like harsh breathing, then snoring. I looked about the field and said aloud “Penny is snoring” (Penny is my dog who sleeps next to me on my bed).

My eyes opened and I was in my bed with my dog lying beside me, snoring, just as I had heard it, what seemed like only a moment before and in another place. I perform my normal reality check and confirm that I am now awake and no longer dreaming.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

I am within a bathroom that I do not recognize. The door is open and I am shirtless and wearing only a pair of blue denim jeans and no shoes or socks. I know that I am me, because I remember looking down and noticing the tattoo on the left side of my chest. I am standing in the shower, which is one of those pre-fabricated fiberglass showers with a standard curtain rod. It does not appear that the bathroom has a sink or toilet.

I glance out of the bathroom door, which is right next to the end of the shower area. Through the door is a large open area that looks as if it is right out of some kind of ancient temple. From what I can see, it looks as though the room is enclosed in some kind of stone dome (I can see the beginning of the convex surface from my vantage point), with strange hieroglyphs along the walls; the walls and floor all appear to be made of stone. There is a natural light source somewhere in that domed temple-like room. It appears as though the floor in the temple room abruptly ends before reaching the far wall and thus there appears to be a large precipice in that room.

In the middle of the stone floor are grooves, like tracks along which some kind of large object(s) might move. These grooves are in the shape of a cross; not a cross as in a crucifix, but more like a plus sign. At the far end of the vertical track and also at the right end of the horizontal track are large stone obelisks, covered in vertically-oriented hieroglyphs. At the top of each is a green gem stone. Each begins to move toward the middle of the cross along its respective track. I have the distinct feeling that something about the obelisks is alive.

I am terrified. As the obelisks begin to move, the one of the horizontal track emits a green beam from its gem stone that shoot through the bathroom door; it appears to be scanning the room for something (me?). I have the distinct feeling that something is looking for me and means to do me harm. I press my back to the wall of the shower, narrowly missing the green beam that is “scanning” the room.
I am suddenly aware of someone in the bathroom with me. The presence somehow “feels” male and then I realize that there is definitely a man in the room with me. I sense that he means me no harm, and wishes to help me. I cannot make out any of the man’s features, but he is definitely in the room with me. He props open a door at the other end of the bathroom and says something which I either cannot remember or could not make out at the time and motions for me to go through the open doorway. He is holding the door open, for it appears that it would close on its own were he not doing so.

I leap from the tub and run towards the door. As I do so, the green beam from the gem in the statue in the other room catches me and runs across my chest. I feel nothing and the beam disappears. The man is urging me to hurry, though I cannot recall if it was through gestures or verbal cues. I make it through the doorway and the man follows, the door swinging closed on its own behind us. As I arrive on the other side of the doorway, I realize that the door on this side is massive, at least 50 to 75 feet tall, made of wood and appearing to be the kind of normal interior door one would find in a residential home. I feel like a small mouse inside of a human home.

I appear to be standing in a massive hallway, at least 100 feet high and maybe 30 feet across. The walls are white and painted, with dark wood molding along the floor; the trim itself is as tall as I am. The floor of the hallway is hardwood, the same color as the molding along the walls. I realize that I am a miniature person inside of a residential home, or conversely, a normal-sized person inside of a massive residential home.

The man urges me to run and we both do so down the hallway, which appears to have no end. I have the distinct feeling that something is chasing us.

I awake and perform my reality check, confirming that I am no longer dreaming.

I remember crawling about a grassy area, a dip on a hill with a wall around it and investigating the mystery about where this place is for Gene Hunt and Alex . After a while, I stand up and I'm able to confirm that where we are is not in the land of the living, she walks off and Gene raises his arms in exasperation which knocks a small rectangular object from mey hand, and he too wonders off. I get back on my hands and knees looking for this object as I know it's the only way I can get home, as I'm searching arround a shallow well someone says that there's someone in the well drowning. I look in the well and under the dirty water with fag ends floating on the top, there is a woman with black curly hair staring straight ahead. I turn to the person who'd said this and said "Don't worry, she doesn't know where she is"

Dream fractions:
-i left something on the ground apparently.. and during vacation it stayed there (which was a week) and it was under some type of wooden beam/bench thing and when i saw it again it was two gray blops that looked like nothing in particular but my mom got mad because it was supposedly a rotting octopus.

-dad was using my old yashica camera i have, and i pointed out how he must of put the strap back onto it finally.. (which i did yesterday IWL)

-found myself looking at a pretty girl with blonde dyed hair and freckles, she was doing her makeup in front of me. I remember thinking to myself "freckles dont make her look ugly.. maybe i can do something so i can be pretty with them too"

-in band class putting my oboe away, but the band room was backwards for some reason. My friend who plays the oboe too was talking to me about some even we were going to do. I walk out of band room and a girl at my school who just recently dyed her hair blue walks by and its fading, then a kid i know who is younger says something to me and i made a rude remark back. Not sure what i said though.

Dream
- I went down to the river with my friend Kassie, and were getting ready to launch the boat into the river.. but then we have to swim up river for some reason, so my parents and I proceed to do so, and after a little ways my mom complains about the 'drag' of the current and i find myself sitting on her back. We realize we left kassie behind but do nothing about it. I found a shallow spot where i could walk but then i started climbing up onto a dick on the side of the river, and onto a flight of green bleachers. When i got on them, the kid who i made the rude remark to in an earlier dream pushes the bleachers and they fall into the water. I get stuck underwater under the bleachers while him and some other black kid (not trying to be racist) hold me down. I'm scared that I'm going to run out of air but i don't. I manage to get up again though and for some reason everything under water is just grass.. and nice grass too. Then as im standing there in the water up to my chest, Ron Weasley comes out onto the dock and starts singing with a few other people and puts on a show. As im watching im standing with a friend and then two other friends go out on stage and just start to talk to me. I tell them to look what they just ruined and they turn around and act like they have known Ron for years. I think to myself how they ruined the show.
(as im typing this dream im remembering something else but i can picture it.. but i know something else happened.. : / )

This is my first ever posting here, so please be gentle. By way of background, I have also been fascinated with the concept of lucid dreaming for some time and have attempted (admittedly not wholeheatedly in the past) at achieving this state. Recently, I have approached the subject with renewed vigor and attained lucidity, only briefly, for the first time the other night.

These posts are directly from my personal, offline DJ.

Friday, February 25, 2011

I am on a ship in the middle of the sea sailing towards a galley that has been wrecked against an outcropping of rocks; I am accompanied by a party of individuals, who appear to be explorers of some kind, but I do not see them.

Suddenly, I am within the hold of the galley, half filled with flowing seawater. The seawater is flowing at great speeds through a hole in the ship’s hull in a downward motion toward unknown depths. For the first time I see one of my party, a man of about my age (30) wearing nothing but a loin cloth and having a dark brown beard and hair. He approaches the breached hull and proclaims that he is going to let the water sweep him down to the unknown depths. As he is swept away, I follow.

I am now within a long, narrow, high stone chamber with slightly orangish walls and a dirt floor. I am aware that the rest of my party are with me, but again I see none of them. I am carrying a torch, which is providing the only light to the space as I walk forward. I have the distinct feeling that I am deep underground. At the far end of the chamber is a large floor tile, devoid of dirt, marked with a large black “X.” I mutter “X marks the spot” and glance up to see a balcony high above on the wall in front of me, with a doorway leading into blackness. I have the feeling that there is something there, just on the other side, but I see nothing. On the other side of the floor tile with the “X” and against the end wall of the chamber (on which the balcony is located above) there is a porcelain toilet; nothing special about it, just a plain porcelain toilet like anyone would have in their bathroom and in perfectly pristine condition.

A female member of my party approaches the toilet, stopping on the “X” tile. It is the first time I have seen her, but I only see her back. She is wearing khaki shorts and a pinkish t shirt. She bends forward and pushes the toilet’s plunger while still standing atop the “X” tile. From the ceiling descends a long, clear plastic tube which attaches itself to her head as she stands upright and suctions her up towards the ceiling and away. The tube is only about 8 inches in diameter and its origin is not clear.

I next approach the toilet and while standing on the “X” tile, bend forward and press the plunger. The tube once again descends from above, but I do not stand upright in time and its opening sticks to the back of my neck and upper back and begins to suction. I pull away from the tube, wincing in pain and touching the spot where the tube stuck; I am bleeding. I stand upright and the tube attaches to my head. I am swept up and away through the glass tube with the feeling of great speed and a sensation that I am surrounded by water, but I can breath.

I next find myself inside a shitty shopping mall that looks to be something right out of the 1980’s, however it appears that I am floating and that in fact I am floating in water; the entire mall is filled with water from floor to ceiling. The mall is reminiscent of the old Watertown mall from my youth. Floating up to me is a girl that I know but I cannot recall exactly who she is; I am also unsure of whether she is familiar to me only in this dream world, or in both the dream and real worlds. She may have been the same one who was sucked up the tube prior to me, but I cannot be sure as I never saw that girl’s face. She appears to be a mermaid, with a yellow fish tail, other than that and her apparent familiarity to me, I remember nothing of her specific features.

I swim through the mall’s department store, for some reason I know it is the now-defunct Bradley’s department store from my youth which occupied the old Watertown mall. There is a woman at the checkout counter in Bradley’s that greets me as I swim through. As I pass the checkout stand I am suddenly standing again and no longer underwater. I glance back and notice that on the other side of the checkout stand, the air appears to be wavy as if it is an area underwater.

I walk out of the store’s front door and into the parking lot. The exterior of the building is not as I remember it in my youth. The parking lot is not expansive, but relatively narrow and long. Across from the store is a grass embankment over which I cannot see. The sky is orange with sparse dark storm clouds. I approach what I believe is my car, parked in the lot. Around it stand my party from the ship exploration, but I cannot make out or remember any of their features, not even the man in the loin cloth or the girl in the shorts. I hear them talking, but do not remember what they are saying.
I hear a roar like a plane engine from above and look up. Flying overhead is some kind of object, which in my dream I know to be a type of military aircraft. It is teardrop in share, with white flashing warning strobes. I follow its path through the sky and remark that it is “one of those…” I cannot remember the designation I use for the aircraft, but apparently I am well versed in such things in the dream world.

Off in the distance, in the direction the military aircraft was heading, three massive black triangle shapes emerge in formation from behind the black storm clouds and into the orange sky. I am utterly terrified. I know these not to be military aircraft. I suddenly realize that the orange sky is the result of fires burning everywhere and that our world and lives are over.

I awake in my bed, perform my reality check and confirm that I am in fact awake and no longer dreaming.

I remembered a dream this morning but now I've forgotten it! I remember being sprayed with coins (I'm reading the Mistborn trilogy, mistborn attack using coins) and something to do with piano and school. I dunno... I have the feeling it was pretty awesome.



Though y'know, they probably used coppers otherwise they'd be skint pretty damn quick if they used pound coins! *sniggers*

This is my first post... Anything in italics is a real-world/waking thought and not in-dream. I'm just going to copy-pasta from my offline DJ, wall of text alert:

Sunday, 27 February 2011
I was in a building, quite possibly a university building. I start in the foyer/atrium and go up 3 flights of stairs and down a few corridors. Cannot remember why I was there. After some time I realise I am lost and take some random turns and staircases believing them to be correct. On one staircase there’s a midlevel kind of lounge with a glass wall overlooking the atrium. MF (not seen in years) is sitting cross-legged reading a book with headphones on, on a big chair at small table.

Find myself in an office-y space with quite a few people working (normal desks but long). See H and SB standing at the corner of a table. S is wearing flowery dress. Go to talk to them. Cannot remember what they asked. I responded with something with “well I’ll just go out with –“ listed 3 celebs (racking brain) and leave. Walk between desks and window (about 30 ft), turn left at end and path is blocked by tall thin metal cupboard. Stop and rest hand on desk next to someone and realise I’m holding my calculator. Go back the way I came where H asks me if I’m lost, to which I said that I’d find my own way out. Then Gwyneth Paltrow stands up (was sitting next to H and SB, working, wearing tight black normal clothes) and says that she’d take me, and something about playing sweethearts? I don’t want to take here hand (mine are sweaty as usual - hyperhirdrosis) but she doesn’t offer. Calculator no there anymore. Takes me down corridor a came in by, then left, which I also came down but which now seemed really long. She takes my hand and jogs down the corridor through a few double doors. Corridor alternates between shadows and well lit (over distance not time).

Maybe a few more open spaces to the right, doors to the left. (may have gone left down some stairs to another identical level heading perpendicular.) Tunnel get smaller and thinner and she tells me to watch myself and giggles (best word I can think of to describe it – lovers’ laugh?). no longer holding hands and she’s ten feet ahead of me now and tunnel is getting so sort I have to crawl, which she finds amusing (how I crawled). Then it gets really tight and she shouts words of encouragement but I get through. At some point in this, she had turned into Hayley Williams (hair from the last photo I saw of her, clothes from a while back – black stripy top w/red braces). Now all walls are carpeted but each “room” (no dividing walls/doors) is own definite but deep colour, everything seems spot-lit. Go past dark green room to outside dark red room to where Hayley is.

She asks if we should play ‘sweet spots’ or ‘sweethearts’ I can’t remember. I don’t know the rules so she demonstrates on someone who is now conveniently standing next to her (black girl, possibly from skins, in blue and black hoody). Hayley tells me that you poke someone three times – she pokes girl (who now has male chest, cannot see face) three times in the chest/shoulder, counting it out – then tells me to then name a sweet spot. I wonder what happens after that."
Wake up

I said that I had memorable dreams, here is the floor plan of the upper level:
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(not embedded, too big)
and a video:

It was all like a shoddy uni building – thin carpets, single pane glass in painted metal frames, very used table (could not see any graffiti though).

Dream #1: I was Clint Eastwood in the old west, and I was an outlaw. I was being taken to prison by wagon. There were numerous men, at least six, well armed to ensure I wouldn't break free. Along a dusty trail my wagon hit a large rock and overturned. The deputy assigned to sit with me was knocked unconsciousness and I manged to get my arms free and take both of his guns.

I made a break for it while the other men were confused. I ran about a quarter of a mile to a large ranch property and soon I was being pursued and shot at. The details get a bit fuzzy at this point, but I began a fairly long series of gun fights with law enforcement. I remember clearly I was using two guns blazing style, and like the old westerns, I never had to reload. I could see my bullets too. They were like tracer rounds and I remember seeing them hit men - blood would erupt - and they would fall.

When I killed one, a white ghost would appear briefly along side of me.

This wasn't alarming, and the ghost would fade out shortly as I moved around to fight another man. When I finally killed the last man, I took to be the sheriff himself, his ghost appeared along side of me and this one spoke to me. The ghosts looked strange. They had a glowing white humanoid form, but their faces were long and formed something like a small elephant trunk. The eyes were large and black. (Nearest thing I can find on the web, although these were all white and not dressed, is the white Spy vs. Spy.)

The sheriff's ghost explained to me that he needed to follow me a ways to a special point that would allow him to cross to the other side. He was not angry with me he noted, and actually welcomed being "freed from his body." I agreed, and I made my way back up the hill to the road the wagon had overturned on.

The specter followed with me the whole way and spoke in a calm friendly tone. We traveled down the path a bit further and came to a hill with a bright beam of sunlight. He said, "Here is where I can crossover." With that remark, he walked into the light and vanished. -Then I woke up.


Dream #2: I was sitting in my living room on the floor. My (passed away) grandfather entered the room and sat down in the big chair. I proceeded to tell him about my Clint Eastwood dream above. I thought it was based on a movie he had done "100-years ago" and my Grandfather just smiled. I said "Well not 100-years ago, but an old western he did placed in that time." My grandfather looked extremely real and friendly. He listened to me explain the whole dream with great interest.

Note: So Dream #2 was a dream in which I explained another dream to a DC. I had been thinking about my Grandfather earlier in the evening and he was a huge fan of westerns which we often watched together when i was young.

I was on the banks of a pond. I saw footprints in the sand. There were different animal prints and small people prints. I noticed that none of the prints had the proper number of toe imprints. Blown chance to go lucid.

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There was a girl at a bar with a guy. I guess they weren't together. I want to get with the girl, so I play around like I'm going to break her neck. It wasn't really violent, but rather a chance to get inside her personal bubble and make contact with her.

It works, because she gets up and I say, "C'mon...give me a hug." I held her so close and tight! It was wonderful. We ended up kissing, but it was closed mouth kisses as though we shouldn't be kissing at all. We kept hugging and going to the closed mouth kiss two or three times.

Makes me want to go back to bed!

My first lucid dream was that I was flying over some city, then I decended to ground level where there was dogs comeing after me. I then turned int o one of them and scared them away. That was it. VERY WEIRD.

Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of February 28 - March 1

Some restaurant is having some kind of promotion where you can enter a code into an ATM and get money out. I walk out of the restaurant and across a parking lot to get to the ATM. I'm dressed in my pajamas, robe, and slippers, and am glad I'm wearing my rubber-soled slippers, because the parking lot is wet because it has just rained. I get to the ATM, enter my code, and receive a $5 bill, then a $1 bill, then a bonus $5 bill. There's also some loose change in a change dispenser on the [extremely strange-looking] ATM, and I start taking some of it for myself, but it occurs to me that I shouldn't take all of it, because that would be greedy.

Night of March 1 - 2

I'm playing PackRat and find several sets of 10 tickets by flipping over cards.

My mom is driving on a main road through an unfamiliar town, and I'm in the back seat. She's trying to find her way to someplace, but she's obviously lost. We turn left onto a residential street. Finally, I ask her for the TomTom, and she hands it to me. It's getting dark out, and I can't see the device's screen very well, so I reach up to the ceiling of the car to turn on the overhead lights. They turn on for a second, then fade away. Pressing them again does nothing. [I laughed out loud when I recalled this upon waking up and realized what I'd done. Once again, dream sign fail!] I complain to my mom that I keep pressing the wrong buttons when trying to enter the address of the place we're going to, because it's getting dark, the TomTom doesn't emit enough of its own light, and now our dome lights don't work. After a few minutes, though, when it's gotten fully dark outside, the buttons light up in bright red and white, so that I can see each letter and number clearly. [The TomTom doesn't do that in real life; my cell phone does.]

I walk into the bedroom I stayed in when I was living in Kentucky. [It didn't look much like that bedroom actually looked, but the bed was the same, I think.] I remark to whoever else is in the room with me, “I haven't been here in a while. It's the same. This is a good thing.” When I say that, I'm remembering dreaming about this place before [although I don't remember doing so now]. I get into the bed, and the two cats who live in the house jump up onto it and start walking all over me. I just lie there, quietly appreciating my mind's ability to generate the totally realistic but imaginary sensations of cats walking on me and the tips of their tails tickling my face. [No, I don't own any cats in real life, but there really were two cats in the house in Kentucky.] Even though I know that this is just a dream, I never make the logical leap from that fact to “I can go off and do whatever I want!” and never become fully lucid. [I'm still counting this as a lucid dream, though.]

All I remember is being in the alternative town of mine looking how its wrecked and unfinished. Then I just remember seeing a crowd of people around this woman who was crying.

I have been to this town before, it was in my other dreams. The same style and everything, not like my real home town but I have explored the place before. This place was in quiet a few dreams of mine, one where there was a tornado rampage and another that when the town was just unfinished. This is odd to me, I swear I can create a map of this place.

1. I find myself in a concrete basement, with really interesting art on the walls. Some are paintings, and some are stencils. I am particularly interested in the stenciling. Someone I know is in the room, and they tell me that the artist is active in street art and wants me to do pieces with him. I start a strange painting that keeps changing on me. The artist comes out from the back somewhere and helps me decide what to do with my painting. We discuss stenciling. He has a large beard and a grey sweatshirt.

2. I walk into a strange church that is full of medical examination tables. I sit on one that isn't covered with that paper sheet.

3. I am going on a fishing trip with some friends. I am trying to convince them that it would be a good idea to bring a compass with us, just in case, but they fail to see the merit of it. I am very insistent because I know how easy it can be to get lost out on the ocean. I drive to a store to get one. We go on the trip, and I can see the boat as though I am not in it. Then I am back in the boat, and the current is so strong that we are having difficulty steering.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Day two of the "Month le natural", and I had a few interesting dreams last night. Small adventures, no lucid though.

21.00: Sleep

04.10: My uncle's children
I'm on a bus with a few coworkers. "You gotta be jealous of me" one of them tells me. "I mean because I can do all physical things, but you can't". "Yeah I am, I can't even hit back if I'm being attacked because of my damn wrists..." I say and make my eyes glossy for maximum empathic effect. We arrive at a house and I follow a guy in. I recognise the place, and the woman who greets us, but I'm not sure from where. I get startled as a few animals runs past me. I look around and see alot of chickens. A white duck shows up. "That one has killed over a hundred eggs, he's a real egg-killer" the woman tells me.

I walk around a bit and spot my uncle in a room. The door has been covered with a board to keep something small in. I walk over it and spot three beige puppies. "Oh, so my mom hasn't sold them yet?" I ask and kneel to take a closer look. I lift one of them up, it has transformed into a baby. He seems to like me and giggles. I hand him to my uncle, who looks very worn out. The next one starts crying as soon as I lift him up, and the third one aswell. All of them look the same, my uncle's triplets.

04.10: Fragments
*I'm with Monica and another person. She's trying on different dresses, none looks good though. She finds a beige one and tries it on. It looks amazing. There's a gap that shows her abs, and a long one down her back. She can't stand it though and complains about it being too tight, soon it lies on the floor. I've got a green coat or something on, and I jump with it and flutter the cloak. "I'm batman" I say in a hoarse voice. No one laughs at all, hmm, weird.

*I'm drinking blood orange juice. It tastes great! I think of my coworker "Krull". He usually has juice like this.

05.10: Offlimit
I'm with two guys, Dennis from work and some other dude. We're in the middle of some warehouse street, and infront of us is a border. A guard is guarding it with a machinegun. The random dude decides to try to cross the border. The guard quickly guns him down. I take a closer look and to my surprise it's my childhood friend's mother. She gives me a grin, showing all her teeth. Suddenly Dennis runs across the border and she tries to shoot him down, but she fails. Dropping the gun, she pursues him on some weird vehicle. I pick the gun up and shoot the remaining shots at her.

I hit her full on in the head with several bursts, but nothing happens. She has the important part of the gun. I run after them and walks around the area for some time. I bump into the guard again and I hand the gun over. "Thank you" she tells me. Suddenly I hear something behind the building we're standing infront of. I run to the back of it and arrive at a stream. Dennis is on the other side. "You lose! You can't cross the borders in this game, that's against the rules" I tell him.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Woop woop.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I found myself in what I knew to be a fleeting dream in between states of wakefulness. I was about to get out of bed and write down my dreams, but then I saw what looked like a can of coffee grounds on my mattress. A picture of Santa Claus was in the middle. There was writing above and below the image, but I knew the dream wouldn’t last long enough to read all of it, so I focused on the bottom and committed it to memory. I would only have to remember it for about thirty seconds to record it in my journal.

“And so, only one thing is for certain. My angry colony will become bad if something were to happen.” I understood that this was a threat from Santa Claus to the United States. He was raising an army of ants to attack us. As predicted, I woke up right away.