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I remember dreaming about D....he was using an Iphone......then I'm in my bed. I can't move. I try fighting it by moving one arm....it's moving. I focus on the next arm...it's moving as well. Then all of a sudden, both arms are where they started. In reality, they haven't moved an inch. In fact, the only thing that has moved are my eyes. They're open, and I've stopped hallucinating about weird stuff....I can see my actual room at this point. I try it again, and wake up. And yes...my room and the position looks exactly the same.

On that note, I need to start relaxing again whenever iI get SP...I feel like a noob again almost. I've missed a ton of LD's because of it.

DJ Log: February 2, 2012 – 11:15PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am clicking around the 'net and almost fall asleep in my chair. I decide that I should hop in bed and take a quick nap. The time is ~9:45pm. I lay down and fall asleep very quickly.

I awaken from a minimalistic dream, standing in darkness. I realize that I had just awakened, but I must still have my eyes closed because I cannot see anything at all. Knowing this, I decide to make an attempt at DEILD. I concentrate on keeping my eyes closed and then I try to remember where I was just a moment ago. I remember that I was laying in my bed, trying to remember what the dream was about. I cannot recall even the smallest detail, other than I was just dreaming.

Suddenly, I make the realization that I am not laying in my bed, but I am standing. Before I can gather myself together and stabilize, I wake up.

I try hard to immediately settle down, but my eyes are wide open and I am too alert and excited to re-enter the dream state, much less return to sleep right away.

I woke up this morning, feeling groggy and my eyes didn't want to open. I brought my fingers up to my nose and pinched my nostrils shut, then took a deep breath. I felt the air fill my lungs. I was instantly aware. Alright! FalseAwakening! I jumped out of bed with eagerness and opened the curtains, it was dark out. I rubbed my hands together and examined the room. "Well, time to visit my dream harem" I thought to myself. I walked down the hall and out the front door. Instinctively blocking the cat from bolting out of the house.

I stepped out on the front porch and looked around. It was quiet, a few leaves rolled across the ground with the help of the wind. I looked into the sky. To the east it was dark and the stars shimmered. To the west, it was bright and blue, with big white fluffly clouds that slowly moved across the clear blue sky. "No time to waste" I thought to myself. I strolled across the street where my dream harem was so conveniently located.

I opened the door, and walked in. I looked around. Nothing... No one to be seen. I checked the backrooms. They were all empty. I walked back through the house toward the front door. No point in sticking around here. I opened the front door to walk out. What is this?

I stepped out of the front door into a mall. Now I know I'm dreaming... I hate the mall. "Really!?!?" I said. I looked over the glass barrier. I was looking down at the food court. It was full of people sitting around and eating. Maybe I'll go get something to eat, I'm feeling hungry. I changed my mind, I knew what I could do. I glanced around at the store fronts. Clothing... Shoes... Pets... Hmmm, this looks intresting...

I walk into the store. The smell of burning incense filled the air. Blacklight posters covered the walls. The shelves are full of miscellaneous items. I walk by the register with a DC staring at me. I gave him the finger and then walked down the aisle. Mugs... Computers... Hand sanitizer... Here we are, fireworks. I look over the selection, I picked up some blackcats. "Lady fingers there has to be something better than this" I thought. I looked back down at the shelf then smiled. I dropped the blackcats and picked up something that should have been illegal even in my own mind. A long string of firecrackers, each cracker seemed to be about the size of a stick of dynamite. This will do...

I walked back towards the front of the store, knocking a few things off the shelves on my way. I stopped at the register, and grabbed a lighter from the display. I gave the DC clerk the finger once more. I strolled back to the mezzanine and looked over the side. Still full of people mindlessly chattering and eating. I went to light the Dynacrackers, the fuse was already lit. "Hmmm, that's not safe". I smiled, and then threw them over the side to the center of the food court. I looked down and waited.

They started going off, there was no sound, but the sight was spectacular. DCs were being blown across the food court. French Fries, hamburgers, and pizza flying along side the DCs. Broken chairs and tables now littered the food court. The floors were charred with large gray and black burn marks. I could smell gun powder in the air. Chaos and destruction, my job here was done. All this mayhem really stimulated my appetite. I decided to go down, and see if there was any food left. I woke up on my way to the escalator.

I am lying on the couch in the outside room, reading, when I hear my dad say something along the lines of "come eat, little rabbit." I become angry, as my pet dwarf rabbit passed away a few weeks ago and I assume my dad to be purposely trying to upset me. As I get up though, I see through the glass door a rabbit that resembles my deceased pet. I walk outside and see there are at least six tiny dwarf rabbits scurrying about the backyard. Half of them are white with brown spots, while the others have the grey fur that my pet had. I am overcome with joy as I realise that she must have bred with another rabbit and given birth before she died. I look around to see the rabbits nibbling on the grass, one is trying to dig a hole in the soil, and another one comes up to me. This one is a lot furrier than the rest, and I think to myself that it looks as though it has a fluffy hair-do.

I am not a lucid dreamer. Just a regular dreamer.

Last night I dreamt that something had given me the capacity to experience everything as perfect. So if I saw a book, the next time I opened it, every paragraph would be 100% perfect. Every moment could either be what it was, or perfect, which apparently wasn't that different to what it was before. However, there could only be one perfect. Only one way in which things could manifest as perfection. The passage of time meant that things still changed continuously, in a relative sense, in response to my curiosity. At first I was quite satisfied with this perfect version, finding it in every way superior to the old. After a while though, I sensed that perfection took ''me'' right out of the equation. It was perfect, but impersonal, and in that sense limiting. I woke up with the weird understanding that perfection somehow impeded creativity. It couldn't be both. It couldn't be both creative, and perfect.

There was a lot more to it, but I can't remember.

My friend comes and hands me a cupcake aswell as my friends. I look at it for a second and then it hits me like a bus. I feel dizzy and then like I was held upside down then swung around. The source of the feeling was coming from the burning candle on the cupcake which was getting me high. Someone noticed us her away aswell as the cupcakes .
finn

at high school
i was signed up for psyche/history(same subject here)
christian shows me where to go0
"you know my dad"
"no?"
"the clown-"
"yes everyone knows him"
"hes the teacher, my dads the teacher
he's an easy teacher, he doesn't make you do anything"

in the classroom, a collage i did (not in waking life) is taped to the whiteboard.
it is a canyon with a white square with a title on it taped onto the canyon.
i think of how badly they put it together, (as if it came in pieces)
i did not know how they got it though.

he says take your seat. i go to one
well, its the wrong one so i move all my stuff to the only other seat
between emma and rae (its current time though, not past)
it is awkward. adam is sitting in front of me.

emma talking to person in front of her (female): 25 dollars for a mullet is outrageous
me: its only 15 in waterville. (i say this very hesitantly. i only want to respond, not to form any kind of relationship or further conversation.)
her: still a rip off.
i agree.

adam is taking a ring out of an elaborate box.
its for trans prom.
rae: adam, no one even likes you.