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A lucid I had a few nights back took place in the highest mountain range I had ever seen. Prefacing this, I was to attend on of Ricki Carrol's cheese making workshops, only to discover it was held not in her MA home, but in an eclectic mansion high up in these make believe Alps or something. I stood atop the highest one, looking out at layer after layer of seemingly endless stretches of mountains. Most were snow-topped, giving way to lush green valleys that led to silvery lakes and rivers, reflecting the nearly perfectly blue sky, notched with flecks of wispy clouds. I became lucid on top of that mountain, and even though I knew it was just a dream, it was almost scary being that high up! Then I said to myself, I'm really missing out on life, I need to travel more and see places like this. It was such a rich and vivid view.

Then I found Ricki and some students, and she was carrying the softest, whitest baby goat into the mansion. The second I stepped into the home I lost them, but it was ok because then I got to lose myself in the crazy labyrinth that was supossed to be her workshop. Every room was totally different, weird and artsy, and if I tried to go back to a room, it had changed. Just before I woke up, I was playing peek-a-boo with an ottoman whose fabric changed color each time I peeked around the corner. I didn't want to wake up then, I was having a blast in Ricki's funhouse.

Same old story with the recall, only fragments. I guess being biphasic at the moment is capping the limit of my recall. I'm staying asleep so short times that proper long dreams can't form. According to my Zeo Sleep Monitor my longest REM-periods happen a little bit after five hours, so it's no wonder that I'm not reaching my best with 3-4 hours at a time. I'll still keep this up, we'll see if it improves once I get more used to it.

In the meanwhile let's check back to one fucked up dream I had a while back. One that proves that being lucid and having a nightmare are not exclusive.

Killing My Mom
Date: July 27th, 2009
Lucid: Yes
Method: DILD

I don't remember what triggered the lucidity, but after confirming it with reality check I was semi-excited. I had read bunch of stuff back then about grounding the lucidity using touch, so I tried licking a screw that I found. I didn't notice any change in the quality of the dream.

Next I tried to put the living room's light's on as the dream seemed a bit dark. Obviously the lights wouldn't work. I called out my mom to put them on. I mean surely the dream character would manage to put them on? I don't remember what we exactly said to each other, but she didn't do it in the end. So I did the next best alternative. I started fucking smashing the lamps into pieces. I guess I am more random when lucid than normally in dreams. Surprisingly that was such a strong stimulation that it strengthened the dream. I think it also got brighter, ironically.

My mom got upset about the broken lamps though. This sent the dream into a downward spiral. Her negative emotions (that were actually mine, since this is my dream after all), made me angrier and I started venting it on the furniture, as I knew it was a dream. I don't usually smash the TV like I did then when I'm mad. No, really, I don't do that shit. So anyway mom started screaming at me for such behavior and I didn't want to hear that shit.

I went to my brother's room. There's a big window there. I jumped through the glass to get out. Yeah, I sure like destruction. Why take the door, when you can smash yourself through two layers of glass? I ran to the woods next to our house to get away. The atmosphere of the dream had turned into really dark and depressing. I was frightened and conscious of it. I knew that I had to get rid of the fear because I knew that it would affect the dream. Besides, what's there to fear, I knew it was a dream after all!

I tried joking around with my mom. I said to her that she is surprisingly agile for such considering how big she is (she is overweight). I guess that's not the best joke to say someone to calm him down in reality, but as it amused me and my mom was just a manifestation of my mind, that could have worked. But it didn't.

Confrontation was inevitable. The fight was short and I killed my mom with a simple hit on the head. I was relieved, but still thought how fucked up that whole thing was. Relief was only temporary though, as my sis came after me next and she wasn't happy. I was like "you gotta be kidding me?" Do I have to kill my family members one by one in a lucid? That's some fucked up shit right there. I tried to convince her to calm down, but I said the last words aloud in my bed, as I had woken up. Thank Lord.

1. I was in a helicopter trying to land it, but every time I turned the altitude down it basically fell out of the sky, and bounced back up. After this happened numerous times a rescue worker managed to jump inside and land the 'copter. Then he preceded to ask me some questions, and from my answers he decided it was a battery problem. He showed me how to do something to rectify this.

2. I was having a lap race against another guy in a car. It was 3 laps, and he had a lead on me for the first two laps. On the beginning of the third lap we were level, and after some tight turns I broke away and won. After the race we were told our times. I got about 3.32-3.35(can't remember properly) and he got 3.55. After the race everyone told me how I deserved the win 'cause I'm so smart, they reminded me of a dream (that I didn't actually have/don't remember) where I was designing CPU's and GPU's. They also said how they expected me to win after doing a motorbike stunt.

3. Biggest Loser type setting, they analysed people's blood. A women was found to have excess lycopene from having too much tomato sauce.

DOH! My original Dream Journal got stashed in the archives. Well that's what I get for being gone so long. Anyway, time for a fresh start why not. My dreams have changed so much! Plus I want to give my dream entries funny titles


Give Me My Robe, Stupid Demon!

Most recurring one I get now, is I'll initiate DEILD while lying on my stomach, get the usual vibrations, then I feel it: it feels like someone getting on top of my back and holding my arms down. I thought it was Danny the first time because it feels SO REAL. And the lucidity happens so fast that I'm still aware of me lying on my bed and such. I look back and it's a weird demon kinda guy. I'm not scared (it kinda feels good!), so I just mildly suggest that we start having sex, since he's back there anyway and attaining lucidity usually makes me horny. Most of the time he does nothing. A few times he stuck it in me, but he seems to be frustrated by his own lack of control and then wigs out and vanishes. This can occur several times in one morning. Finally I just give up and and leave the bedroom. Useless demon bastard head.

The end.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a whole bunch of dreams last night even though I didn't sleep that much. Also a bit of lucidity.

22.00: Sleep

05.30: Dreams and frags
*I'm in a dart competition and I'm lousy. I can't hit the dart board properly and it seems as if it's just a few inches from the ground. I have to kneel down to throw the darts, btu they still won't hit on target.

*I'm at work and I've just opened up a box with some teeth whitener. I put the plastic thing in my mouth and put some aluminum foil on my teeth. It feels really weird and my coworker Niclas starts laughing. The box disappears before I can get the second dose out. I enter a building and there's a dinner going on.

*I'm in a car with my brother, we go down a hill and end up at a lake house. My mom is there with her dogs, I recognise the house as my sisters friend's house. I greet with their mom.

*I'm with my brother Martin again, we're walking down a road next to a building. I look behind us as a plow truck appears. Martin walks ahead and I take a right. "Jump to your right when I say so" I tell him on the phone. "Now!" Martin jumps to the right just as the truck is about to hit him. We start running and people start shooting. Somehow I know in the back of my mind that it's all a game. 'Damn it's hard to play on this level!' I've got two shots left in my pistol. I enter a van standing on a square and wait, Martin gets gunned down and I figure I have to beat the guys with the gun. I look out the windows of the van and can see several guys running towards me. I decide to switch character and end up as one of the guys instead. I realise I'm dreaming as I start talking to some people. "You guys, I think I'm dreaming" I say and notice a green cloth on my arm. The dream is pretty dark so I start rubbing the polyester cloth. The guys next to me keeps on talking for about ten seconds.

*I'm mining in "Entropia Universe" when I find a massive deposit worth 13.000, I'm overexcited! So awesome.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

13.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1:

I don't know what was going on, but there was this attachment on top of some house where you would store huge paper or something like that.

Loads of dreams last night...tried to focus on Kaomea, and I saw her. I was going through her dream journal with my phone in my bed, and dozed off while I was reading it....but I think my eyes were still open. Either way, I had vivid HH of plam trees in my darkened room. It was if they were surrounding my bed. The first dream seems like two dreams are happening at once. The thing about it, when the other one switches up really fast, it's all in black and white....just really weird, and hard to keep up.

I"m at some public area, and I think I'm treating someones broken arm or something

*dream immediately changes scenes*

I'm in a helicopter with Kaomea...everything is black and white. And I don't know whats going on.

*dream changes scenes again*

I have this thing stuck in my leg. I'm explaining that the Army put it there, and it's for allergic reactions. I can use the eppy whenever I want to, but I never had use for it. I'm slowly digging it out, and I can visualize the tissue in my leg and placement of the device in relation to my finger. I finally pull it out and wonder if there's anything left in it. The pin is orange, and my wound starts healing immediately. Too late to rethink putting it back in there.

*scene changes again*

We're arriving on the front lawn of the white house.

*scene changes again*

I have blanket over some girl, and I'm wrestling a demon out of her. She finally stops struggling, and when I remove the blanket...she's pretty calm. I asked her if she remembered anything that just happened, and she was drawing blank. "Good", I said, and took her to her mother who was T. All three of us walked to the kitchen where my friend D's mother was, and I introduced them all. I had a hard problem recalling her name...before I could even question why I didn't know it....

*scene changes again*

I'm running down the side of a skyscraper, and gravity obviously has no effect.
*dream(s) finally end*

At the house
I'm at my house with J, and I notice his mothers ex is speeding off in an old orange car that I've never seen before. J was explaining the model and make, and I was watching the guy drive down the ditch before jumping on to the road. Just then my nephews came over, and C had on an army shirt. He was playing with it, and he ripped it up. I asked him why would he do such a thing, and I play wrestle with him a bit and tell him not to do that to his shirts...especially those shirts.

*scene changes*
I'm in the middle of the air in the world of Dragon Ball Z. I'm showing someone this technique that I thought he should have already learned. There are several floating mountains that I demonstrate on. First I gather my energy, and then I let off a Ki blast. When it flies....I fly faster than the blast itself, and intercept it. The blast hits me, and I use that gathered energey to shoot another blast that's way powerful than the previous one. It obliterates the floating mountain into pebbles. I did this several times before waking up.

i was talking on the phone with chance telling him i was scared. he told me it would be fine and that he was coming to see me. we were talking in what i think was my dads back yard. i had become pregnant and we decided to keep the baby. later i had the baby (a girl) we did not name and i only held it in my arms once. i kept showing people my stomache that was covered in streatch marks asking how to get rid of them no one would tell me but they would touch my stomach. i went to dinner with my mom and my aunt, i then got a text from chance saying he wanted our babies name to be lilith. i then woke up.

Last night i dreamed 1st of taking some girl under my wing. I cant remember what was wrong with her, but something was up. Then she started coming on to me and it made me very uncomfortable. I pushed her away and she started taking off her clothes and had something written on her stomach. I told her to stop, and then the dream shifted to a zombie dream. I was in a bar and there was a fire breathing dragon zombie. (yeah, if you ever see one of those, you are pretty much effed) i was unloading machine gun rounds into it and finally it died. Then there was a group of swat members trying to execute everyone. I dove under the bar and found $121.00 sitting under it. then, it became quiet in the building, I remember shooting a few zombies here and there, but much more quiet than before. Then, for whatever reason, i realized i needed to get out of there and find shelter in the woods somewhere. I climbing down behind main street in my town, it was dark, and i saw some people taking pictures and listening to music. I tried to hide from them, but they saw me so i just went with it; keeping my distance and moving to another building across the alley. When i entered i found my friend J.P. He was all decked out and handed me a snub nosed pistol. We started movong through the building killing a mix of zombies and swat. I remember thinking " man, i sure do have alot of bullets." Then, we saw the "boss" or whatever. He came through and, of course, now i was out of bullets. He hit me and JP with a metal pipe knocking us out, and i woke up. I was almost lucid a couple of times through this adventure

Fragment
I remember Carlton from Bel Air was talking to Uncle Phil in the kitchen of the Bank's home. Carlton was saying that Ashley was a commoner.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A tall, white man, bald on top, with white hair around the sides of his head, and wearing a grey suit with a white shirt and, probably, a maroon tie, was sitting at a table with me in a drably fluorescent-lit room, talking about lucid dreaming.

I don't remember what the man said now, although I could hear it pretty well. One word in particular really struck me, although when I woke up I seemed to think that that word could have applied to any subject.

Dream #2

I was standing at the edge of a city park. The park felt small near me, though I had the idea that it was actually a rather large park. I stood on the inside of a black-painted iron fence. A sidewalk ran just outside the park. It was a nice, sunny day. There were a lot of people on the sidewalk.

Somehow I saw, off to my left, my old friend R walking around the corner. He was walking under the shade of some trees. I didn't really want to see him again. But if he was here, and if he saw me, I supposed I should be happy to talk to him.

The entrance to the park was on my side. And R was rounding the corner to reach my side. But for some reason, I started walking over to the side of the park where R was. It was like I wanted to meet him before he got to my side.

But, only a few steps away from where I'd been, I realized that I'd just left my backpack (??? -- don't wear one IWL) behind. I turned around to grab it. It might have been leaning against a tall headstone, like for a grave.

I grabbed my backpack. But by this time, R had already rounded the corner. He was now walking past where I stood. He may have said something to me. We may even have been talking to each other -- in my head. R was already about to reach the next corner.

Somehow I came to understand that I would be meeting R at some other place, like we'd arranged to meet each other for dinner or at R's house or something. I now walked away from the park gates and down toward the opposite end of the park.

The park, I'm pretty sure, had a lot of gravestones in it. It might actually have been a cemetery. I walked across a lawn full of gravestones, under the thick shade of trees.

At some point I saw -- as if I were walking there, but not quite -- the street on the other side of the park. It was an empty street, with a big, residential apartment building. The building was kind of old and run down. It was made of stone or concrete, and it was painted white. It glared in the sunlight.

I was thinking something to myself. But I can't remember what. I was probably still continuing my in-head conversation with R.

Dream #3

I was sitting on a couch with my brother. My brother sat to my right. To my left was another couch, on which sat two or three women. The women weren't my family members, though maybe they were supposed to have been.

I was either drawing or looking at drawings and humming or singing a tune to myself. I remember sensing the tune -- hearing it and feeling it in my throat. But I don't remember the tune at all.

The first drawing I was looking at was kind of tall and narrow. It was of some human-like figure. The figure was all green, with a masculine, slender, but muscular body, and a featureless face. The figure had smallish wings, kind of butterfly-shaped, but clear, like fly-wings.

The figure stood before a background, like a sky fading upward, from the horizon, from yellowish to greenish-yellow, to olive-green.

The second drawing was of a sky and a landscape below. The landscape was very small as I remember, and the sky was very vast. A whole lot of demon-like entities were being released from the sky. They may have come from some ship, but I can't remember.

The demons were little, black, scraggly shadows. In the center of these scraggly shadows there were single, pink orbs, almost like eyes.

The sky faded very quickly from a dark band of blue at the top, to a paler blue, and finally to a white, which took up most of the vast sky. For some reason, the whole thing reminded me of something out of Neon Genesis Evangelion, and I might even have started making up a story about Shinji Ikari attacking these demons.

I was still humming or singing. At some point the women started singing or humming along with my tune. Finally my brother made some smart-ass comment to me about how stupid my song was. He also asked me something like, couldn't I quit making so much noise while he was around?

I stopped. I was really offended and angry. The women stopped as well. But they took more of an attitude of being scared by the sudden change in tone in the environment.

I turned to my brother and said a lot of really bad stuff to him. I remember sensing each thing I said to him -- but I can't remember what I said. All I know is that I was calculating everything I said to hurt him and make him feel as terrible and worthless as possible.

Finally I said that I only tolerated being around him, and nothing more -- that I didn't like being around him.

I then did some strange move where I lifted my hands, bent my arms, grabbed onto the back of the couch, and flipped myself over to the backside of the couch. When I did this, I was in another room.

As soon as I had said everything I felt really terrible. I could tell that my brother had taken everything I'd said to heart. I knew that he'd probably lose faith in himself and go off and get into some kind of trouble. It really upset me that I'd started off that whole chain of events -- even though, while I'd said everything, it was exactly what I'd meant to do.

I didn't seriously mean anything I'd said, though, and now I wanted to apologize to my brother for everything.

My brother was standing right next to me. I figured this would be the best time for me to apologize to him and get things back in order between us.

We were staring at a table full of arts and crafts supplies. The main thing I remember is yellow, plastic canisters of powdered paint. The canisters looked like label-less Crayola products. We had to pour the powdered paint into white, styrofome bowls and add water. I may have called this paint "tempera."

I was looking at the table and apologizing to my brother. My brother was telling me something like, It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay, don't worry about it. But I still felt awful, and I wanted my brother to know I was sorry.

Dream #4

A girl, probably an Asian girl, maybe in her early or mid teens, was wearing a strange helmet. The helmet was made out of brightly polished chrome.

The skull of the helmet held pretty close to the woman's head. But the jaw of the helmet extended straight forward, on both sides, forming something like two stylized, trapezoidal tusks. There may -- possibly, I'm not sure -- also have been ear-like or wing-like shapes coming off the top of the head.

I wondered why the woman would need to wear something like this. It didn't make sense, for daily life.

But somehow I got the understanding that the woman had been attacked, either physically or spiritually, in her life. She was still healing from the attack. And she was still vulnerable to future attacks. So, to protect the healing areas, the woman had to wear this helmet. The helmet may also have helped her fight, in the case of any future attacks.

Dream #5

I was at my old friend R's apartment. But, for some reason, it was now my family's house. My mom and my mom's best friend were at the house. My sister was also there. Other people may also have been there. But I'm not sure who they were.

We were in somebody's bedroom, which was at one end of the apartment. I was sitting on the edge of a big, fluffy bed.

My mom and my mom's friend were secretly worrying over me. They didn't say anything to me. But they were discussing the fact that I was seeing demons, and that I might, therefore, be suffering from schizophrenia. My sister may also have been involved in the conversation.

I got up, not quite feeling like myself, but still trying to prove that I was sane. I'm pretty sure the fact was that I was seeing demons. But I think I was trying to prove to somebody that they were real. But if I couldn't prove they were real, I could, at least, in the meantime, prove that I had a decent grip on the rest of reality.

I walked into the next room, adjacent to the bedroom. I'm not sure what it was. For some reason, I saw the door on the left wall of the room. I wanted to jump from where I was, through the doorway, into the hallway.

I jumped, and I made it. But instead of landing, I decided I just wanted to keep flying. I knew that one could hover 12cm or so above the ground if one had jumped, and that one could move about a bit more quickly than walking by floating around at this height.

I floated off to my left, up the hallway, into the kitchen, where my mom and her friend were. They may still have been talking about how crazy I was. I thought they'd especially think I was crazy, now that I was flying around. I think they'd even think I was crazy for thinking I could fly.

But I wanted to keep flying, and I wanted to prove to somebody that I was flying. So I turned around and headed down the hallway. My sister was walking up the hallway. I figured if she saw me flying she'd know I was flying and that I wasn't crazy.

But as I passed the front door of the apartment, right before I saw my sister, I passed a pair of high heels. The high heels were very strange. The toes and sides of them were covered in a red fabric with white designs. The heels were covered with something like blue denim and white designs. The shoes were then -- somehow -- fringed with white lace.

For some reason, these monstrosities really caught my fancy. I said, "Ooh!" And even turned back to look at them as I passed them. My sister saw how I paid attention to the shoes. I thought, Oh great. Now she'll think I like the shoes because I like wearing women's shoes. And she'll think that since I "like wearing women's shoes," I'm crazy.

My sister was already heading back up the hallway, toward the bathroom, which was near the kitchen. I turned around to follow her, hoping I could say something to her which would make her think I wasn't crazy.

But my sister was talking to me about some kind of fashion show, which the shoes had been a part of. My sister was talking about one dress in particular from the show. My sister either liked the dress or the model for the dress.

The model may have looked like an ultra-thin version of Scarlet Johanssen (I probably spelled that wrong). She had pale skin, and her hair was in a very 1930s-style, triangular kind of cut, not quite shoulder length, full of tight, blonde curls.

The model wore a red dress with white designs. The fabric of the dress was kind of thick and practical, not thin, sheer, or soft. The collar-line of the dress was very low and had a wide v-cut. The sleeves were kind off poofy, in an angular way.

The model also wore a blue hat, the fabric seemed to be like denim. The had basically just sat, tiltled kind of rakishly, atop the curls of the model's hair. It didn't really fit over the whole skull.

No dream recall last night as I was fairly intoxicated, so I thought I'd share a recurring dream I used to have when I was very young.

The dream would always start differently, in various places that were at least 1 floor above the ground. It would feel exactly like a normal dream (and probably would have continued normally, if left uninterrupted), and there's one occurrence that I remember more vividly than any dream I've experienced:

I am in my parents bedroom with some friends from school, jumping on the bed (remember, I must have been 7 or 8 years old). Suddenly, I hear the sign that I hear in every instance of this recurring dream: footsteps up the stairs. [No doubt the sound of my parents going up to bed in the real world]
I know exactly what to do at this point, as I've had years of practice: lie as flat as you can, hands by your sides, head tilted sideways. I tell my friends to do the same and they follow, apart from one. He stays standing up on the bed, and as I close my eyes I hear the door open and my friend scream as this monster throws him into a nightmare - the price to pay for not lying on the ground and therefore being invisible to him.

I think I was caught by the monster a few times in the early instances of the dream, and thrown into a nightmare, and though I never remember the top half of its body, I know that the bottom half consists of the pair of 'wrong trousers' from the Wallace and Gromit animation. I can't watch it now without being reminded of those nightmares.

...walking in an open landscape in sweden when what I think of as an eartquake starts, but the rumblings an crushings immediately gets so devastating I realize we're all going to die. I think I think it's a whole earth incident, end of the world, caused by a meteorite or something. Calmly I call for my higher self, like William Buhlman instructs, while everything around me is earth turned inside out around upon us.


driving through some place somewhere in some city, Grandad (dead) is pictured in his military clothing as a dictator, two other pictures, one on each side but lower down and appearing grey to me, there is a sentence either written on his picture or just given mentally that I now forgot which was essential to the interest I had in this dream. I remember the sentence, or part of it, but it's difficult to translate meaningfully to english.. "(Han?) ..kullkjøre Norge" ("Coal-drive Norway"). In the dream it implies a double meaning of both the powering of coalmining industry and quashing the country.




walking with girl, talking, mindless, caring, loving, totally friendzoned, in cute flowery-white-houses-surroundings, she tells about the longing for those she loves (two guys?) and I tell her, all in love and caress, that it's kinda sad that she loves others when I am so ...fond of (love) her. I caress her facehead with my hand, her beautiful curly dark hair. I tell her it's not uncommon that love channels through people, implying my love for her fuels her love for the others, which she picks up on. she suddenly feels uncomfortable and trapped and says she need to get out of there, walking in a direction I suspect is towards the two boys, I sympathetically let her go, though, feeling somewhat clumsy, the path, and the bushes suddenly in it, make me kinda still bump into her again and block her (and my) free "release" from the thing between us.

Banana Grams (FRAG)

The beginning of the dream is a little sketch, I mostly remember how I was wondering around the citys parking garages but I'm not exactly sure how I got to the end of the dream. That was a game of capture the flag except instead of flags the other side had different stands of vegetables. There were corn stands, banana stands, and one other I think. You would run over to the other side and try to grab the banana/s (a bunch was preferable) and then run back to your side without getting tackled. We didn't play with those stupid flag belts that you may remember from your childhood. And we were on cement. Also, if you went to get the corn, and cracked it on either side, coins would spill out (like mario coins) and when you collected them you would get a star for every certain amount of coins you had. the part I mostly remember was it was near the end of the game and I got some corn, which was really close to the middle line, and then I was able to get three stars. I got really deep back into my territory. Had the three stars, one in my right hand, 2 in my left. I then charged the other side. As soon as I got to the middle line, I snapped the right hand star, making my skin glow like in mario. With this, I pushed my way through their team, 2 girls, and a younger gentleman. I snagged a bunch of bananas, enough to surely get us the victory. I could hear the other team yelling two things. One is that they were surprisingly close to victory (surprising because they were indeed the underdog by far), and another thing: that the banana champion from years past was on their team and he was coming for me. I immediately started the sprint back to my side when I saw an old dark cuban man, about my height and bald, running at me with the agility of a teenager. We almost came to gether, when I cracked another star to keep up my strength. I juked left and he followd. I juked right and he kept up to me. Finally I dove straight at him landing right on the other side of the line, and when I did he tried to push me to the other side. The ref stopped him and declared my team the winners. I got up, feeling the excitement of victory flow through my body like never before, running towards my team and yelling like mad. There was inspirational music in the background and it was all very touching. We had won.

Last night I had a fauls awake, but I didn't do RC. Today I said - don't forget to do RC!!!!

I in the bad and look through the window that near my house went company of soldies and some of them went to my yard to make pi-pi I stood up and run to the door to stop it, count fingers - 7 and on this thought I lost LD - and picture and awareness.
I in my bad and look through the window near my house stood a very big and long expensive black car - about 10 meters and people from this car are in my yard. I stood and run to the door count fingers - more then 5...I remembered that i've lost previous DC and try to let the dream take me. Men were sitting in the car. Go out and cry - stop,stop -I took part in the dream show not to loose it- one of the men glad to see me, he came to me and behave himself like he is my husbend or close friend. (I've never seen him in real life). I looked around and saw more DC - enaugh to see their reaction on fireworks. I said to "husband" - let me show you firewoks? - ok. I went to the open door and took a big firework behind it. Make a fire by the palm. Firework was not big - about 5 meters - green and withowt a sound. I looked on the "husband" - normal reaction - stood and looked... Then said O-PA! - it means 'nice!'. My yard transformed to the yard of the castle. A douzen of kids appears. I said - kids, do you want to see a fireworks? Direct my palm to the sky and try to make firewarks.....I n the sky appears two big plastic new year balls and garlands... and fall on the land Some of the adult DCs opened umbrellas And kids piked up garlands and went away