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Epic, exhausting and vivid dream last night. Took me half an hour to type it up!

In which we flee a tornado and lose ourselves in a neighbor's house...


We were on a family vacation in a forest. A path led from our cabin to a clearing where there were tennis courts and a soccer field that had been converted into my real life garden. I was inspecting my new irrigation system and talking to my Aunt C about my brother. She was complaining about how he still lived with our grandmother and had never moved out on his own and I was defending him. I was telling her how much he works, how much money he is making these days, and how my grandmother enjoys having him around. She’d decided that it would be better for him if he took an opportunity to work with a builder who was constructing her new house. She kept talking about how much better it would pay and how stupid my brother was for refusing her offer. I told her that he was thinking long term. His current job would continue to give him opportunities beyond the time it takes for her to build a house, and besides, he does not work in construction. I tried to explain how much more potential for future growth there is for a young man who is a foreman’s helper than one who nails shingles into a roof. It became obvious that she was convinced she was right and would not consider the situation from any point of view than her own so it became futile to argue with her. She was more interested in building her house than in my brother’s future. I passively agreed that I would talk to my brother about her suggestion, then headed back up the path to our cabin.

On the way, I looked out at the sky and noticed a band of blue sky layered upon the grass above which there were elaborate and colorful cloud formations. They swirled around near the ground, then came together in an expanse that billowed far up into the sky. I was transfixed and awed at first, but then I snapped out of it and realized they were about to form a giant tornado. I shouted for everyone to take cover, and I started to run back to the cabin, calling for R. At the edge of the wood, I glanced back at the sky one more time. The clouds had all combined to create a wall of bright white that spiraled together around a thick, central tunnel of blue. I could look down through the tunnel, as if I were hovering above a hurricane and looking directly down into the eye. Sunlight shone through the other side. I turned back towards the woods, which had grown thick and dark, and ran inside the trees.

All was suddenly quiet and dark. The panic had subsided and there were no fleeing people in sight. I shouted for R once again and he came running from the cabin.

“Where is everyone?” I shouted.
“They’ve all taken cover.” He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me faster than my legs could carry me.
“The dogs?” I asked.

We started shouting for the dogs to come. I could not raise my voice above speaking. I tried to whistle and failed. By now, the winds had started blowing hard and it was noisy again. I couldn’t speak loudly enough for anyone to hear me. I called for Lucy and Mott, but I knew they couldn’t hear. I kept telling R to call for them and whistle, but he simply dragged me to the porch and then darted back out into the woods. I tried to yell out at him because I could not understand where he was going and why he wasn’t helping me find the dogs.

The wind was blowing so hard by now that leaves, dust and debris flew around so thickly in front of the cabin that I could not see the trees. I was safe standing on the porch, but I knew that if I stepped off it, I would be blown away. I saw Lucy out in the yard but still could not call her. Instead, I acted like I had a treat in my hand and she came to me. I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her onto the porch. I was going to lock her in the cabin and continue to look for Mott but then I saw Nac sniffing around in the dirt just below the porch. For a second, I considered leaving her behind. Nac is a young puppy and I haven’t spent enough time with her to be fond of her. I didn’t want to risk Lucy’s safety to rescue Nac. I held tight to Lucy’s collar and tried again, pathetically, to call for Nac. She could not hear me. The storm was picking up and I wanted to get Lucy inside. Keeping one hand on Lucy, I tried to reach from the patio as far as I could to grab Nac, but the puppy thought it was a game and remained elusive. To reach her, I’d need my other hand free to hold on to the railing of the patio and use the other one to stretch out as far as I could to grab Nac. Again, I almost deserted the puppy but then I thought of how devastated my mother would be to hear that she had lost both Mott and Nac. I let go of Lucy and told her to sit and stay, then as quickly as I could, I stretched out and grabbed Nac. As soon as I got Nac back on the patio, Lucy jumped off it and ran out into the storm. Defeated, I sat back down on the patio and cried, holding the wiggly ungrateful puppy in my lap.

I felt so alone and frightened that the emotions were unbearable and my brain switched into survival mode by searching for a way out of the stress. I realized that nothing would happen to Lucy because nothing ever happens to Lucy in my dreams. I did not become lucid and the circumstances of the storm were still real enough, but I recognized on some level that Lucy was not really lost. As soon as I thought this, I saw R running back towards the cabin. He had my step-sister’s children, T and D, with him- one tucked under each arm as if they were footballs. Lucy and Trig ran behind him. I was astonished that the boys had been left out in the woods, but the tornado was at their heels by then and there was no time to discuss it. I rushed the boys into the house with the three dogs and pleaded with R to call for Mott one more time. I felt empowered by the new understanding that somehow nothing bad would really happen, so I was sure that if he called for her, she would come. To my horror, she did not. We shut the cabin door and left her out in the woods to face the tornado alone.

I wanted to cry again, but the children were here now. They were scared and needed us to be strong. I couldn’t remember how one is supposed to take shelter during a tornado in a house without a storm cellar, but I recommended that we make the boys lie down in the bathtub or else curl up in the closet. R and I started down the hall of the cabin to look for these places, but then from the window we saw the massive tornado, a swirling wall of wind and debris, coming toward us. There was no time to find a closet or a tub, so we stripped the cushions off the couch, made the boys lie on it, and then we covered them with the cushions. R and I sat on the floor beside the couch and watched the tornado from the window. It roared right past us, only a few feet from the window, devouring the trees and cabins in its path. At one point, I saw the four legs of an animal sticking up in the air and spinning around in the twister. Because the legs were white, I cried out that it must be Mott, but then when the animal circled around again I was relieved to see that it was a cow. When it was finally clear, we saw that the cabin that had been nextdoor to us had completely vanished. No closet or bathtub could have provided adequate shelter, and the cushions piled upon my step-nephews seemed ridiculously inadequate. We were alive by chance alone.

We stepped out onto the patio again to have a look around. Everything to the right of us was destroyed; there was just a barren patch of dirt covered with nothing but fallen trees and limbs. To the left, the woods and cabins were exactly as they had been. We were eager to run out and see who had survived and who needed help, but in the distance we saw my neighbor J step out of her house and wave at us, urgently. She was pointing back up in the sky, and we saw that a second tornado was coming. She beckoned us over to her house, and we saw that dozens of people were running to her home to take cover. We gathered up the kids and dogs and joined the mass. By now, the second tornado was closing in. The moment we took refuge at J’s patio, we saw the new tornado consume the cabin we had just fled.

J was in cheery spirits and offered us some tea. People wandered about her house stunned but calm. I searched their faces and did not recognize any of them. I was concerned about my family and wanted to know if everyone had indeed taken shelter as R had said. But J did not seem bothered by it. She explained that her house was a safe haven which no forces of nature could destroy. This seemed impossible to me, and I worried that the next tornado might take us all down. I wanted to move on and get out of the woods, but J insisted that I come into her living room and sit on her couch and have some tea. She was all smiles and her face was bright.

J’s living room was neat but cluttered and dark. She had decorated it in the style of frumpy but content housewives. The walls were covered with dark faux wood paneling with inset bookshelves on which myriad knick-knacks sat instead of books. The room was carpeted, and there were more carpets spread out on top. Scattered about the room were ornate coffee tables and end tables with low lamps glowing dimly beneath dark shades. Magazines, potpourri dishes, candles and fake flowers in large vases filled the room. The floral patterned couches were thickly cushioned, and it was into one of these that I sank at J’s insistence. The house appeared to carry on, one room connected to another in a maze, and I’d lost track of R, the children and the dogs. I was concerned about them, but J and the strangers in the room assured me with their friendly faces that there was nothing to worry about.

J is a musician, so it seemed appropriate that a grand piano sat in the room. I was not at all alarmed to see myself as a young girl playing Jingle Bells, poorly.

“This is just like the piano that I played at the Butler’s house the day my mother hurried us over there so that she could rush my father off to the emergency room when he cut off his thumb off with a table saw,” I explained to the others in the room. They all smiled, and we had our tea.

I'm watching the US presidential elections on a Risk like map of the United States. Ron Paul seems sure to win until there his a hiccup in one state and Ron Paul loses in that state. This creates a panicked reactionary effect that spreads out from that state, infecting the other states like a virus spreading to a cell. What was a sure victory becomes a massive loss as people vote not on the best candidate, but vote in response to how everyone else is voting.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
Dream without anticipating it.

Dream 1
Failed to recall

Dream 2
I was sleeping at home as usual. Dad woke us up as per the usual school routine. I left the room without showering. It was like a warehouse outside my room, and apparently, I was preparing for a cage match of some sort. I had no idea how I got here. I then decided to get my journal, which unfortunately was missing its reality checks. Something was terribly wrong. I flipped through the pages to get to this 1 and I noticed all the random crap on the page. It was a score list for some Madness characters. Before I saw the list, apparently I had managed to remember a bit of tonight's dream 1 before running out of ink. I believe looking at that score list nearly got me lucid, but it's just so unfortunate that I woke up.

I was in the mall, and I was trying to find a restaurant, I went all the way around and couldnt find it, even though I had just seen it prior. I was also at work, in a computer store I believe. We were opening at 5:30, but the door was open anyway and people would ask me if they could buy stuff, and Id say no. My boss wanted me to pick up coffee from starbucks (he asked specifically if I liked starbucks coffee, and I said it was alright) So he wanted me to get it the next day, I would start a half hour later (11:30.. not 5:00 ?) instead of a half our early (10:30) that way, if I was late because I was getting coffee, it would be all good. This store was like a gym, there were tables with computers on them, which were used to make sales. I once made a sale, but had to go back to my computer to finish it I then had to cancel it because they didnt want it anymore. I would look up on this computer where to find that restaurant. (which was in Vegas) . My friends worked there too, and I would talk to them about our baseball game I think. One guy from my job I have now was there, he kept his computer in a backpack, and would sign in on a touch screen on the top. It was weird.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve to tonight:
To get this book into my dream

Dream 1
There was 4 wooden buildings and a hill. I was with a bunch of silent, faceless people and fought a demon that resemble a demon in runescape. There was low gravity.

Training Camp

I have started my new job. In my dream, it is either a new job or school. Perhaps it is training for a job. Whatever it is, it involves combat and war. We learn about tanks, and military operations. We are also camped out somewhere, I think.

My grandfather is telling someone about my new job, and how I have made a friend that "I like more than family". I can't think of who that is. The closest person I have to a friend is some guy that I don't even like too much, but is always hanging around me.

The next day (in my dream) I go to training again. I realize that this isn't at all what I thought my job would be, and I don't particularly want to join the military right now. Apparently this has become training for the military, and I may have to sign up for 4 years if I don't leave soon. I think about how much like a dream this is, and what I would do if I were lucid. I think to myself that I'm probably not dreaming, but wonder if perhaps I should just act like I am since it's all so weird anyway.

All this time I am munching on a stick of salami. My "friend" comes over and joins me. I think to myself that he isn't such a bad guy, although I still don't like him more than family.

I realize I have to go to the bathroom. I am now with some girl, and we are talking together. I think for some reason that it will make me look bad if I let her know I have to use the bathroom, so I walk right past one and pretend I don't need to go. We walk to a place where there are some shelves, and things being sold on the shelves. There are a lot of clocks, and one or two little wind up toys. Kind of neat things, really. There are also chocolate covered coffee beans, which show up in the dream and we start munching on.

The girl goes somewhere, and I take the opportunity to stop in the nearest bathroom. The bathroom, like all dream bathrooms, is stupidly designed. It has a screen door, for one thing. There is a bunch of clutter laying around inside, so I find some to prop against the door in an attempt to get some privacy. Then I realize that most of the walls are screen, and I look around at the woods behind me thinking I should have just taken a walk out there where there was more privacy.

When I get out of the bathroom/outhouse thing, the girl comes back with some more candy. I am looking for a place to wash my hands, but for some reason I reach into a bag of candy first. I then think that was probably an unhygenic thing to do, but I figure if I was my hands now it will be OK.

The dream journal entries I shall post here will be of 2010 and 2011 and will not be done as to create a record on the internet but rather as a testimony what ever endeavours I've dealt with, both in my life and in my dreams.

I had a fairly long exploration-type Skyrim dream, unfortunately the only bit I remember is standing in front of an open castle gate-like structure. I"m about to go in, then I wake up.

Im checking out what's going in in my back yard when I hear a little commotion. I see a spanish kid out there and he's returned from a fishing trip. I naturally check out what he caught, and he has these huge catfish in a metal barrel. I want to say its only three of them, but they're like three feet long each.

Then I saw a snake he killed. In the dream I called it a python but it had the same colour of a brown rat snake. I didn't get a glimpse of the head or tail but this thing was huge. It's back was probably about 4ft high. It was dead but dang I was so creeped out. I turned around and thought about my snake dream sign but I was too freaked out to really give it a shot.

I woke up in SP and it felt like the snake was directly behind me moving. It took a lot of wil power to just stay still and get my mind off of that crap while it was happening!

ive not been keeping as up to date with my DJ as i should so i am starting a new for 2012......

i woke up this morning between my alarms and i felt i had been dreeming for hours but in actual fact it was about 10 mins.

my dream started with me and some managers from work in the toilet, all the urinals were full and just as i was about to pee it was going all over the place, i went into the cubical and dried off my trackie bottoms as i walked out i saw someone i knew from high school but his expressions were blank. i went out the toilet and all of a sudden i was on my way to some sort of show with my fiancee but it wasnt actually her. when we got there we started making our way to where the show was and i was in some room before the show that had a kind of bridge leading to the hall where we were to go. i remember that i had to go out to my car to get something but i cant remember what it was. so i went all the way back outside but i cant remember getting to my car and all of a sudden im making my way back, i realise im going to be late for the show and start to run back as i get closer im slowing down but this is not on purpose, it is a wait pushing against me and im pretty much at a stand still now. im stopped in an area i can only describe as a level in call of duty. when im standing there a few people are watching me so i decide to say " does anyone ever get that feeling where they are trying to run but going nowhere", all of them replied saying yes. i said i get this all the time (not even realising that i do get this all the time but only when i am dreaming lol) all of a sudden i stop trying to run take a breath and walk slowly. as im making my way in im on a sort of stone bridge and a member of staff looks over a wall and said, you told me you would only be 5 mins, i said i got caught up, she then told me i had to go clear mess up that some kids had made, by this point all the people that were going to this show were out with me now. and i asked the member of staff to repeat who caused the mess and again she said kids, then i said so are the kids gonna clean it and she said no i then told her that it was her job and i would be doing nothing, i went back inside to find myself in this room with the bridge and walked into the hall, i sat at a table where this guy picked up a pound coin and put a hook through it. i said it was fake and the guy gave me the coin and it stated to turn into some sort of putty, i was amazed with this then passed the putty ball i had made onto someone else then woke up.

Dream
It was ROA aka Prom Nite and I was getting a bus in the oppposite direction. I remember seeing Pixie Lott and kissing her. But what I mostly remember is eating popcorn and the time being evening with a faint purple in the sky.

My mates were on the bus too, I remember holding on while we moved. I faintly remember seeing Ben Wilbond.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Something about the future. All I see now is a blur of images -- like a 1980s music video montage of photos going in really fast step-animation -- or like old laserdisc images when you'd speed them up too fast.

There were two men who looked alike and had a very similar name, possibly something like Elkanah or Keele. One of the men would help me. The other one basically couldn't do anything for me, but would act like he was important to my life, so that I'd think he was the one to help me, and I'd miss the other one. I was already talking to one of the men.

The men both looked kind of like W.C. Fields -- the old style suit, top-hat, and kind of heavy, chubby, white face. They probably even spoke like W.C. Fields -- with the sing-songy, but gruff, salesman-like pitch.



Dream #2

I was standing in some space like an art gallery or a really nice cafe. There were a lot of people there, all really well-off, all dressed really nice.

I stood in a group of four or five people. I'm pretty sure I was myself. But the people all around me were older. We all apparently worked for some company that did movie reviews. A couple of women remarked mockingly about the reviews done by one of my old co-workers, DE.

As she was making the comments, DE walked up from behind me, then past me on my left. He walked to the front of the room and stood in the doorway, talking with another crowd of people. This crowd of people may have been more like young people -- maybe mostly young women.

I kind of agreed with the women in my circle who said that DE made some bad reviews. I didn't think he was very good. But I also liked DE, so I wanted to stand up for him. Plus, I felt bad that he'd overheard the women talking bad about him as he walked past. And he'd seen me listening. So I had to vindicate myself.

I made some kind of mild assertion to the women, kind of incorporating whatever arguments they'd used against DE, and accepting them, but also adding something that I liked about DE.

I was now in a hotel room. The hotel room was pretty big, but kind of dingy. There was more than enough space for two big beds.

There might have been a desk on the wall past the foot of the beds, in the space between the two beds. I also think there were two windows on the same wall. The windows had -- I think -- wood-slatted blinds. The light in the room was incandescent, but horrendously bright, making everything seem even cheaper and dingier.

There was a small, almost cubicle-like space just in front of the bathroom. It was like an L-bracket of a wall, that went up about two and a half meters, so, about one and a half meters short of the ceiling. There was a little desk there, too, with a phone on it.

I was standing back in this space, on the phone. Some co-worker of mine was going back and forth into and out of the bathroom. He was white, with curly, black hair and a little bit of stubble on his face. He may have been arranging his tie.

I don't know what I was waiting on the phone for. But it may have had something to do with my co-worker DE. My other co-worker, while rushing into and out of the bathroom, may have been complaining, in a kind of prissy way, about DE always doing stuff like this.

Now I was in the bathroom, and DE was on the phone. He was talking either to his brother or one of his really close fraternity brothers. He said something like, "Yeah, and you were right about this hotel. We got it really close to that restaurant you were talking about."

I knew that DE's friend had told DE some sort of outrageous story about this restaurant. DE's friend had, at this restaurant, either seen all kinds of really hot girls, or had some monstrosity of a meal combination, or had done something really unbelievable and gotten in trouble. DE was now hoping to have the same experience.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Sleept for a very long time this morning and I woke up exhausted. I needed it though, haven't gotten a good night's sleep since I started working this week. Had a short LD which wasn't very vivid, but it's something to start off the new year with.

23.00: Sleep

09.30: Short LD MILD
I've just killed a bunch of animals with a filet knife. It's not like I've done it because I enjoyed it, I get the feeling that they were suffering. A woman in an excavator apparently doesn't agree with me. She tries to kill me by slamming the excavator arm down on me. I jump away and try to hide from her behind some tries. In two swift strokes all the trees are gone and I'm about to be next. I jump to the right and head through an open wooden gate. I close the doors just as she's about to crush me. "Don't forget to lock them" she yells at me. I put my hand on them and think "lock" and they do. I look around. I'm in the middle of an old Japanese style temple shaped like a square.

I become lucid and figure I have to escape through the door on the other side before she can come back around. I spot a motorbike and get on. For some reason I'm holding a samurai sword. I put it away behind my back, imagining having a scabbard there just like "Blade" does. I start the bike and take off down a narrow road. I look to my left and can see the excavator going down the road on the other side. I take a shortcut which the murderous bitch didn't foresee and end up going past just behind her. I'm not going faster than 70 km/h though and that is way too slow. I look down at the engine and imagine it getting more horse powers. The engine slowly starts to produce a high pitched sound just like a formel one car does, and the pistons starts glowing just like in the cinematic intro for "Starcraft 2". I am soon going really fast, but the dream fades.

11.00: DV party
I'm with some guy infront of a supermarket. He starts complaining about the price of the stuff he just bought. "I should have gotten a discount man!" he tells me angrily. We head back into the store to find out why he didn't get a discount. We arrive at the soda section and I take a look at his receipt. I grab the sign we were watching before and rip the paper off. "Here, why didn't this apply?!" I ask a girl working there. She explains to us that he couldn't take different kinds of soda, only exactly what it says on the sign.

There's some commotion nearby and I check it out. In a sofa just around the corner is Xei, Limitless and Auron and a bunch of other people I don't recognise. They're watching as Xei is trying to down a shot of black booze, but he fails. "Ah don't be mean, he's not used to that" Limitless says and takes the rest of his shot. I greet with everyone. "Shouldn't we be drinking something stronger?" I ask and ask my friend to bring out some Shockwave (the liqueur) from the fridge. "Let's do tequila shots! Limitless and Matte you guys do it!" someone yells out. "Yeah sure" I say and grab a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Limitless starts taking photos of me and I flex since I have got no shirt on.

11.00: Playing Battlefield
I'm playing "Battlefield" and I'm flying an old school propeller plane. I circle around a small town in search for the other plane and soon find it. My friend Henrik is watching me play. I take the other plane out with a few bursts from my machinegun. I land the plane and shoot a guy. I keep on shooting people that pops up. The weapons seem to change though, first they're really old but as the game progresses they change into World War 2 weapons, and then modern ones. I'm being cornered in a basement by everyone on the server, they're intent on taking me out. I throw grenades and shoot them in the face with a shotgun. After a long time Henrik asks if he can play. "I'll just die first" I say and check the score. 89 kills and 10 death's. "Wow I rock" I say and continue to kill people.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Telekinesis in my next LD, hopefully tomorrow morning.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

thu January 5th 2012
23:00 - 9:00

Drank some coffee before bed, tried sleep paralysis. Didn't work - at all. Seems like I just can't fall asleep on my back, so my efforts might be fruitless forever. Did some relaxation and "I will wake up and remember"-mantra.

The whole dream felt like it was from the series "Breaking Bad" (which I adore, btw). The strangest part was that I couldn't make up what part I played, like I was seeing the dream from different angles. We're standing at the laundry-factory: me(?), a girl, another younger boy/girl(?) and some other guy. The girls are sitting in a box of pillows, watching TV. I'm leaning over the edge, talking with them, occasionaly glancing at the TV. This other dude shows up and starts messing around with the older girl. The younger one doesn't seem to notice, she's more interested in the TV. I'm just standing there, pretty uncomfortable.
Then I see Gus pulling up and he gets blocked by another car, they're juking back and forth trying to pass eachother.
Someone comes along on a scooter that - next time I see this, it better be my RC - has a front wheel that looks like a rabbit-backpack. The older girl expresses her wish to have one of those. Somehow she gets it and I'm thinking: "It will probably get stolen near that lousy appartment she lives at."

I woke up 6:45, but didn't remember to lay still and reconstruct my dream better. So I tried to stay up for a while, listened to some music, read in LaBerge's book, did a little crossword puzzle (seems I suck at those). Didn't fall asleep fast, but faster than the first time. No dream recall of this second period though.

This is the first time I wrote down my dreams after waking up. I'm new to Lucid dreaming, meditating and the whole Dream Views community and I'm very excited to get started. I promised myself to start a dream journal to improve my dream recall. I'm also trying to DILD and WBTB WILD. Over the past several weeks I've tried to WILD in the beginning of the evening, not knowing that it was an uphill battle. They turned out to become meditation sessions where my limbs got numb and I felt waves of energy, but no Sleep Paralysis.

When I woke up, I was able to recall three dreams. After writing the first one down, I forgot about the third one (in which I thought I was lucid). The other two are non-lucid.

Dream one
I had a moped of some sort and, although I don't know how they work, I drove to a friend of mine in Tilburg (a city in the Netherlands). I didn't want to ring the bell for some reason, but after waiting a few seconds I didn't have to anyways. It was pretty busy, there were a lot of decadent people there. It looked like some kind of party. A woman holding a big bunch of flowers was let into the building, I followed her inside.

I noticed that I was at the wrong house. My best friend lived here in my dreams, but he had moved away. (I've never seen the house awake). I looked around and noticed that his room (as well as other rooms) was completely demolished. There now was a very big amount of space inside the house and it looked like they were creating a theater out of it. I walked trough the construction site and went back outside trough an open wall to my moped. I drove off to the new location.

The new location was another friends house. I had trouble parking the moped since I didn't know how to put it away safely. I fiddled with the buttons and handles and at one point just took the keys and went inside the house. My friend and his girlfriend were there and his room was HUGE. There was a lot of space, but also a lot of clutter. It looked like his rooms was used as a storage room as well. As I walked trough the rooms and admired it, we talked for a bit. At one point I noticed the huge windows and joked that they would be awesome to have sex against. My friend thought that they wouldn't hold that.

At this point my best friend (from the first house) appeared together with an unknown and very ugly girl. She was hideous. I can't really remember what exactly happened, but at one point the girl was partially undressing herself, which I didn't really want to see. I felt rather uncomfortable and thought that I was interrupting something. As I was about to leave, my best friend told me he thought he would get laid. He looked pretty unsure about it, but also looked happy. I was glad for him and assumed that they would have some weird kind of four-way. I didn't want to be part of that, nor see it. So I said goodbye and drove off on my moped.

I'm amazed by the details I remembered when I woke up. As I was writing this down, more and more parts came back to me. I didn't know that I was able to do this at all. It's awesome!

Dream two
I'm in my hometown, a few streets away from my parents' house. The town has grown a lot from what it looks like in the waking life. There are a lot of new buildings, the industrial area has grown a lot. In the distance there is a huge highway about 15 meters above the ground (I've been there in previous dreams). And there is an abandoned railway track over there where an accident has happened. A train wreck containing nuclear waste is standing there, making it unsafe to go there.

I notice that a bunch of kids are playing on a busy road. It's rather dangerous and I'm worried that something might happen. I shout to one of them to warn them. The boy looks at me and at the same time almost gets run over by a car. The other kids are running trough gardens and piss off the elderly owners of that garden. Not because they're bad kids, but because there's no place for them to play around.

I stop and start to think about a place for them to play safely without pissing other people off. At first I can't think of any places. In a previous dream I noticed that there was a lot of room under the highway up ahead. The highway was at least 15 meters high, so the place underneath it was abandoned. But due to the train wreck with the nuclear waste, it probably wasn't a good idea to send the kids there. Some other places crossed my mind, but they were also unsafe. Finally I thought of two placed where I used to skateboard as a kid. I told the kids about them, but warned them that a lot of people park their cars there. At this point my dream faded.

There was a third dream, in which I thought I was lucid, but it was very vague and I can't remember it.