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I don't remember at what time I was lucid, but I guess I was right from the start. I looked around. I saw that I was in some kind of city. I didn't like it I felt alone. I decided to run up to a nearby eighteen wheeler parked in front of me and ask about my dream guide, since that is one of my ultimate goals. I started to run, but it seemed like my legs wouldn't work! It was like I was running in slow motion. I tried to believe I could run, anything is possible in a lucid dream.

I finally made my way to the window of the large truck. A pudgy woman sat in the front. She looked down at me with a frown. I quickly asked her, "Do you know where I might find my dream guide?"

"We have nothing like that here," she said. "Come back with a couple hundred dollars and maybe you can apply to this school here." she pointed in front of me at a school not too far away. It looked like a large private school.

I sighed and walked away. Moving on, I decided to explore. I looked into a nearby forest. I walked down the slope, trying not to trip on any rocks or limbs. Then the thought came to me that I should stabilize. I remember Mzzkc's method of stabilizing, taking a bite out of a tree. I didn't take a bite out of it, I just picked a small limb off of a tree and tried to take a bite out of that. It felt really weird in my mouth, like it wasn't supposed to belong there.

It only raised my vividness just a tad. I continued on. I found a small shack, well it wasn't really a shack. It was just an awning with people under it watching a TV. There were four guys. One I recognized, my youth leader. Only he was skinnier, and was growing out this long gotee looking thing. I watched what they were watching. It looked like some kind of show that was supposed to embarrass the people on it. The first person was a girl who was supposed to sing a song, a Taylor Swift song actually. She sang horrible. Next there was a girl that was supposed to dance a weird dance blindfolded.

The dream ended shortly after.

Working in the Mall
I remember walking around a mall, looking for something to do. I eventually found some kind of little restaurant with pool tables and such. I found a waiter who looked just like Gibby off of iCarly. He told me about a waiter job he had to do in Chicago that got him embarrassed. I don't remember the story though. He was telling me this while leaning over a counter.

The Lesson
I was at my mom's house with a couple of guys I knew and one of my friends. I'm not sure what we did, but we did something bad. That resulted in my dad teaching us all a lesson. I was supposed to drive a car or something. I got in the car, ready to drive it. I started it and was going. Once again, I forgot where the breaks and gas pedal were. I found them.

As I was going, I was trying to remove the stuff on the dashboard so I could actually see. I heard my dad in the back go, "Good. Good." I swerved to get into the right lane, while almost hitting a couple of cars. Instead of the breaks, I hit the gas, and I sped up a tree on the side of the road. The car fell back down on its side. I got out of the car and said I was okay. It scared me to death though.

Then my dad had to drive us home, showing us all the obstacles that he could easily maneuver or something.

7. 4. 2012 - Tsunami, Morpheus and tasting some food
Background info: This was probably WILD or DEILD after waking up in the morning.

I'm walking in some kind of city and for some reason, I know there's Robert Schumann's house. So, I ask a DC if he knows about it. He keeps walking, but when I mention Schumann, he turns around and gives me weird look. He says there isn't any. That leaves me puzzled, because he turned around when I mentioned Schumann, well... whatever. The next thing I see is gigantic tsunami wave about to flood the city (the tsunami was very, very huge, about the size of regular skycrapper) That moment, I realize I'm lucid. I didn't even do reality check. I fly up on the nearest skycrapper (which wasn't in the city a moment ago) and stand on the highest point facing the tsunami. It looks very dramatic. The scene reminded me of one of the trailer screens for movie 2012.



I decided to fly through the wave rather than running away for it. (actually, I didn't think about running for a single moment, it was a no-brainer for me) So, as I'm flying through the wave, the dreams feels kind of slowmo. Surprisingly, I stay dry all the time.

I find myself in some sort of underground carpark with Morpheus beside me. The lights and everything is a bit dull, kinda like from movie matrix. (thus Morpheus?) He's talking to me, but I can't remember what was he telling me. We have some sort of brief case and we're running away with it. (I was still lucid at this point, but I can't really remember what happened) We're hiding behind some car and then I suddenly remember I wanted to taste something if I became lucid. So I turn away and imagine plate of dumplings with sheep cheese on car's trunk and when I turn around, it is there! So, I grab a fork (which I have no idea how I came to) and start eating the meal. IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME! All the new tastes! Just wow! I'd never imagine some sweet tastes would go so well with this. Unforgettable experience. Morpheus is just looking as I'm eating and he isn't really surprised, when he sees random plate of meal appear on car.

Morpheus might be my dream guide? (He appeared in my previous dream, aswell?) That would be badass!

As I'm eating I have a feeling like we are being surrounded by some evil people. So I just decide to fly away from the carpark through the walls. I do that, but I can't remember what happened next. I probably woke up.

My friends and I are walking through a college skyscraper. We're trying to find the pool for some reason. We get to the roof and there is a person who says something to us and then his hair turns into wings and he flies away. It switches to more of a movie about two brothers, seems like a comedy. Their father makes them go to the same roof, and they grab a rope hanging from a helicopter. The helicopter starts to fly off so they're left hanging by the rope, flying through the air. I was thinking "Man, that's so unrealistic. There's no way they'd be able to hold on to that." The rope breaks and one of the brothers starts to fall, but the other one tries to catch him. He starts swinging back and forth, trying to catch his (ridiculously long) ponytail.

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There's this cute girl that I did my interview with when I applied at WalMart. In the dream, we started dating but she got upset because she found furry stuff on the internet via my computer (Which is funny, because she's a furry.) All I remember is just trying to find her so we could talk it out.

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It's the end of the world, and my people are slowly starting to die off. The planet has been swept by a disease that seems incurable. We've tried every medicine that we could think of, even creating new ones in our labs. The only survivors are members of my family.

But there was one thing that we didn't try.

I don't remember how I found her, but I was amazed at what I saw. A tree in the middle of the forest, with her bark wrapped around a person as they slept. No, not sleeping. In a sort of meditative state, maybe? I just stood there and stared at her, and she spoke to me. I felt an unexplainable bond with this tree, like she was a daughter to me. She told me that the person had been inflicted with the disease and that they came to her for help. She wrapped her bark around them and helped them, curing them of the disease.

I went to my family, telling them of my discovery. My grandmother was very interested in the tree, as well as some other members of my family that I didn't really know that well. My daughter, however, was getting upset with how much time I spent with the tree.

Skip forward a bit; my daughter caught the disease. I told her to go to the tree to cure herself, but she wouldn't listen. I continued to beg her, but one day, she was gone.

Help me, father.

I'm in a space station. A voice echoes through my head and I run as fast as I can, trying to keep myself from crying so that I can see.

Help me.

I'm running through the aisles of what looks like a supermarket, looking for my daughter. Suddenly, I realize that the voice in my head isn't my daughter's. It's the tree's. I continue to run, looking for my daughter. She comes first. I didn't want her to think that I loved the tree more.

I find my daughter leaning against the ends of one of the aisles, maybe crying. She's sick. Really sick. I hug her and tell her that I love her, and that everything will be okay.

I find the tree. She is in the space station, replanted here. She doesn't seem to mind, but then why was she calling for help?

No, she didn't need help. She was leading me to my daughter.

I convince my daughter to let the tree help her. She refuses to let the tree wrap the bark around her, but she just sleeps while leaning against her. I think it works. I think she's been cured.

(This dream, although there was a dream between it and when I woke up, and although I'm posting this about an hour after I woke up, still hurts my heart. I won't be forgetting this feeling anytime soon. Is this the feeling of fear a father gets when he thinks he's going to lose his daughter? If so, I pray for all of the fathers out there who have felt this way.)

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My friends and I are playing a racing game, something about fire and how someone was drinking alcohol so they exploded or something.

I had a dream about work, where there were 2 machines in the shop. Someone was telling me about a problem one was having. In the process, I bumped the machine causing an error that I didn't have time to fix because my shift was over. So I went to our locker area. It seemed like people from all 3 shifts were just working on day shift with me, it was so crowded. I had to wait my turn to get to my locker. Finally when I could look for my locker, I notice it is missing. As I start to question where could it be? My coworker Drew says he is keeping it safe. So I trust him and don't worry about it.

I went back to sleep, and just had fragments now. A rancher was showing me that he was keeping cows in the swampy areas. One cow per fenced in area, where the area was smaller than usual but enough to supply food for the cow. When I awoke this time I could hear the song, The Thing that Should Not Be by Metallica playing inside my head. Sure my alarm was going off and I was hitting snooze, but I have the radio station set to 103.5 fm, which only plays christian music.

I had this dream yesterday, but didn't upload it until now.

I was in a wide open field. There was a guy there wearing these fake brown wings on his arms. I looked at them very closely, thinking I might want to replicate them in my next lucid. *But that thought quickly left my mind, and he decided he was going to teach us how to fly with them he gave us a run-through of how to use them, and then brought us to a place to use them. It was a small pool in someone's backyard. We were to swim across the pool and grab a backpack on the other side, then jump up and we would fly if we were fast enough. No one was, so no one flew

Then just as I was going to give up, I realized how dumb swimming before taking off was. I asked if I could try it just by running and jumping, but before I could try, I appeared inside a castle. The castle was huge and very clean. It was all white with some pastel colors as accents. Madoka from Madoka Magica was there. She wanted to try flying, so we let her, and she succeeds.

My wife and I were looking out our back window at a large grassy field. The weather looked nice and we noticed a strange man off in the distance. He was a large, older man, looking happy and was trying to skip through very dense grass. It began raining and soon the water was flooding the field. The man was soon swimming through a rough, open expanse of choppy water. We started laughing at how crazy this all was.

A boat approached and we noticed several people on board. One of them was Anthony Bourdain. From that point the dream turned into an episode of No Reservations, doing a special from the Amazon river. They were all drinking and spewing forth the pseudo-philosophical dribble that they normally fill each episode with. The beverages they were drinking were laced with some sort of hallucinogenic, Bourdain relishing every sip.

I remember i was in some kind of a party when someone hands me a key to a room i slowly walked towards the door there was a square with 3 lines on it. Inside of the room was pretty huge with over 30 beds on one bed there was this naked girl waiting for me. I started walking towards her seeing the dream fade i started licking her private parts . And then poof! everything gone.

I think it was going to be fun i just need to control it better

I Dreamt i was working in a big warehouse. My old friend jonny had been to my car for some reason cant remember why. when he came back i saw my camera bag around his shoulder.
"Is that my camera?" i said to him. He replied very sheepishly but honestly "yeah, it is" i started following him pressing him with more questions quite sternly. "What else have you taken" "Give it back"

*Scene missing*

It must have been the end of my shift at this point as i was walking outside to my car.
It was very dark.
I looked at my car and noticed jonny had left the passenger door open (Idiot! ) so i looked inside and surprise surprise, the footwells were pooled up with water.
I remember trying to scoop the water out with the floor mats. The driver side floor mat was espesially muddy. I remember Forcing little mud cylnders out of the holes in the floormat, it was also ripped in the middle, bloody jonny.

When i raised my head out the footwell from cleaning them the dreram scene had changed amazingly.
Suddenly instead of being in a dark car park late at night i was in some kind of desert watching a football match from my car.
One of the people playing was jonny, But he was an old man. When i looked at his face i was having strange flash back like moments of his young face and now his old face.
Shortly after the dream ended.

Haven't posted a few sleeps as nothing was new really. One thing that didn't change was no sleep in the afternoon. I was scared my body would start adapting to a biphasic schedule with too short times. Luckily, on day 4, I managed to fall asleep! So, I can see myself crossing that barrier of napping potential. Hopefully within a few days to a week I will be adapted enough to be back to normal awareness. Plus, I will be less sleep deprived with 4.5 hours of sleep than 3.

Okay, so I had fell asleep on my couch watching River Monsters with my big bro around 12am. Woke up at 4:40am (had a lot of dreams within that time) and then went back to sleep in my own bed so it was a bit of an accidental WBTB. xD In the time after I went back to sleep I had many other dreams but I suppose I will mainly focus on the 2 lucid parts:

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April 6th, 2012

Dream 1:

It’s the middle of the night and I keep hearing sounds around my room as I'm laying in bed. At first I hear creaking, as if it’s maybe just pipes in the walls but now it sounds distinctly from floor boards. I make out, now listening more intently and suspiciously, about 3 thump/knocks that sound like footsteps. {reflecting back these were probably hypnagogic hallucinations that I've experience only once before that I remember} I sit up in bed and look around. Through the darkness I can see a dark mass between the foot of my bed and the door that leads out to the hall. It’s 2-3 feet in length and laying on the floor seemingly face first. I’m fairly certain I recognize it as the upper portion of a mannequin but without the head. I think back to watching play-throughs of the game Amnesia with my best mate on Youtube. :[



They’re creepy as f*ck, so I freak the f*ck out a bit (go watch a vid and you’ll understand). XD I rush to turn on my lamp (my beloved cat lamp I’ve had since I was an infant) on my night stand while trying to look over my extended right arm to keep an eye on the shadowy mannequin man torso. It won’t turn on! D: [Not certain if I remember this consciously within the dream, but I’ve had a nightmare or 2 before in which that same ‘rescue/safety light’ refused to turn on]. Whatever the reason, I become semi-aware that I’m dreaming, but am still panicked. I get up out of my bed to get to the front door [for some reason I just had to]. I can’t remember quite clearly, but it was like I had to literally push through confusion and fear to get down stairs. Once there, I become fully aware I’m dreaming and remember the stabilization technique I had read right before I fell asleep almost immediately. I rub my hands together, ignoring my breathing this time*. I then crouch down and rub my hands on the hardwood floor. A new feeling of peace comes as all the panic and fear subsides. I look about a bit: It’s morning. Soft, early sunshine bathes the floor, shining in through a study’s windows to my left. In front of me, the light blue of the sky beyond is meshed with the green of leaves through the front door’s vertical oval, beveled window. I unlock and then slowly open it.
Everything’s as it normally is but—so much more beautiful! I take a seat on the front porch with my legs resting on the second step descending down from it. I look toward the bushes on my right. There are these butterflies capering next to the bush, but they’re unlike any I’ve ever seen. They have a set of 3-4inch wings, pointed at the tips. The wings a so large I don’t see a body between them. The wings are yellow as well, no designs on them at all, just a solid almost glowing lemon yellow. There are maybe 3-5 of them present.

I’m hesitant at first (wondering if they bite) but I reach my right hand out toward them to see if one might want a perch. I was about to touch one when it fluttered back onto a branch of the bush, somehow folding its wings to become an alien-like. It’s more of a ring with green sprouts coming out of the hollow center and many shades of green. It’s fascinating..

Dream 2:

I’m in an unfinished, but well lit, basement with that same best mate I mentioned in the prior dream. We’re casually walking and having a conversation. She’s in the middle of saying something to me when I see something out of the corner of my eye appear and I tell her to hold that thought. I look at the grey cement walls and see that they have beautiful paintings on them (not sure what media but probably spray paint). It’s all in black except for a thick, solid, opaque red line ricocheting about the full-walled scene. I see a stern looking older gentleman frowning and standing with his hands to his sides. He looks to be a military officer in uniform from WWII. I believe him to be a general because he sports a captain’s visor cap and looks experienced. I at first think him also to be Nazi be his uniform bears no marking to affirm this speculation. I walk over to where the opposite wall deepens to form an interrupting corner-like alcove. (See pic) [I CAN draw but am too lazy to now, don’t judge me! ><]



I realize that I am dreaming when I touch the small adjoining wall (shown in grey). I then rub my hands together, feeling the warmth and then the smooth epoxy floor.* I then calm myself and concentrate, putting both hands on the wall. It shifts for a moment, almost like it rotates, and then returns to normal and all is stabilized! [Bi-winning!! >:3] I walk over to examine paintings hanging on the wall directly to my left. They’re all beautiful like mister general but the first one I see is this one with a grey blue gas mask, turned to show only its left side, ink outlined in black. There is a flat black, fall out-like scene behind it. A cylinder shaped water tower can be seen in the distance. It’s beige-grey with red water color shading. I study intently, with the intention of recreating this in real life, but there’s so much detail to take in! Turning to the small segment of wall on my right again, I see a painting with 3-4 consecutive rolling rills with a singular road arcing along each one from background to foreground. It’s all black and white. I look closer and then see a shock-blue colored, 1940s car with a vertically barred grill come speeding along the road from the distance, over the hills and then right in front of my face and stops. It surprisingly doesn’t scare me at all, only intrigues me further..

Alright! First entry online! Anywho, I fell asleep accidentally on my bed and then woke up around 5am. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, put in my contacts, and then went back to bed. So pretty much an accidental Wake Back To Sleep. Oops. Owo This was the third lucid dream I’ve ever had ever, even though it was unfortunately short lived. Hope whoever might read this is able to learn something or at least be mildly entertained. :3
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April 5th, 2012

Dream 1:

I’m in my parents’ room in our first house. I’m sitting to one side of the bed while random members of my Lit class are just chilling amongst its untidy sheets. {really strange scenario I know but my mind isn’t that dirty, I promise} [We’re treating the TV like the projector screen] and it’s just a really laid back version {literally} of our real life class. [...]

Dream 2:

I’m hanging out with this group of other teens [some of which I know (?)] in a house, presumably one of theirs. Eminem is there. It turns out it’s his house [though I believe one of the others in the group is his daughter]. He gets angry and chases us out of the garage. It’s day time outside and we run down this side walk that’s parallel to the right side of the house (when looking at it from the front) and about 15 ft away from the building. Bushes on either side (about 3 and a half feet tall) make it form a sort of alley. (see quickly etched Paint pic) 


Others are running ahead of me and I can hear them gleefully fleeing. I turn behind me to see Slim shady lumbering toward me with all the grace and friendliness of a hungry yeti . He’s bare-headed (short, straw-colored hair showing). His blue eyes {which a google image search now reveals to be accurate} are fixed aggressively forward. {Disclaimer: I love Slim, but listen to his old free styles and tell me he can’t be awesomely scary sometimes!}



I stumble backward and to my right, falling back into the bush some. I feel pricks along my right back side. I realize now that these are rose bushes. He’s almost on me. I’m wondering which creative way he’ll kill me. Squinting, I start raising my fearful, open palms, bracing for the worst. I think “OhGod OhGod—NOooo!!!....Hn?” . He strides straight past me, eyes glaring onward still. I figure that he’s going after the boys of the group and breathe a sigh of relief. {which in retrospect sounds quite selfish but hey, I don’t have the out run the bear, just be looking to cute to maul to death }

I see some of my friends (really a menagerie of acquaintances in real life and strangers) a ways down a short grassy hill just past the bushes across from me (which aren’t all rose bushes like on the opposing side I’m on). I start to walk towards them but as I try to move forward I feel a tugging in my inner right leg just above the knee. Something’s holding me back. I look down: a light green rose stem with dark red/purple thorns has stabbed into my leg. One of the thorns stuck in me is particularly large and hooked. I try twisting the stem with both hands to break free of the bush, being careful to avoid touching the other thorns. The stem is thin but flexible and the fibers aren’t easy to rip. I see a boy from my lit class {again no idea why Lit class is all over my mind O_o’} at the bottom of that short hill in front of me about 30 feet away. He has a large silver knife in his left hand [he seems to be just playing with it, waving it about]. I ask him to bring me his knife to help cut me loose. He either can’t hear me or just acts like he can’t. Either way, it pisses me off. I finally tear the stem, freeing myself, walk around/through the opposing normal bushes and then hobble down the hill into this shallow bunker (golf sand bunker) where him and others are standing. I limp over to him and, glaring angrily into his face, sharply say these exact words, “You. Are the most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day!” {Disclaimer: I don’t use the word “retarted” like that in real life, so please pardon dream me if offended}. He’s not very effected [maybe even still smirking]. {Perma-trolls, what can ya do?}

I then flop backward onto the slightly damp sand so that I’m [laying/sitting] with my knees up. One of the group helps pullout the substantial stem slowly out of my right leg, and I wince at the pain but then act as if it doesn’t hurt like a mother.

It’s apparently time to go, and the other s start to walk away. I stand up to follow them, but trip and fall. I find this to be uncharacteristically clumsy of me but then remember as an excuse “Oh yeah that’s right, that’s because I’m underwater”. I pause after that thought and think, “Waaait..What?? No I’m not!”. I then look up at the sky. It’s a pretty aqua blue with a cluster of puffy white clouds. In the center of this cluster is a collection of thin clouds that appear to form the outline of a face. It kind of looks like a samarai mask.
I then attempt to follow the logic of my situation: “Okay, so I told him that he’s the ‘most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day’ but..who else HAVE I met today?..and why would I think I’m under water? And why is there a face in the sky?? And—wait..I’m dreaming!”



I then try to suppress my elation and concentrate. I think, “Okay! Okay! Now just calm down concentrate on breathing”, as I continue looking up at the formation of clouds. I try evening out my breaths but the clouds surrounding the face start to swirl counterclockwise and I’m losing hold of the dream quickly. My last thought is, “Take me to the Dream Academy!”, but then my vision whites out, then goes black, and I wake up. SO CLOSE! DX

I am trapped in the Antarctic, the lower half of my body encased in a block of ice. Somehow I enlist the help of two penguins to help peck the ice until I am free. Eventually, I get my entire body out and continue my mission.

I reach a lake area abundant in cliffs and retrieve my hang-gliding equipment from my backpack. With the equipment in place, I prepare myself for a powerful gust of wind to lift me. I begin running, and at just the right time I jump, taking flight. I soar several metres above the ground, and the incredible winds keep me in the air for what seems to be a miraculous amount of time. I glide to the cliffs and stop to look at my surroundings, only to take off immediately after towards and across the small lake. As I am gliding, I notice two women on the ground. I manoeuvre my way towards them and stop right at their side.

The women are dressed in short brown dresses, and I wonder how it is that they are able to handle the cold (I am quickly reminded of a man who was able to increase his body temperature through meditation, and think that the women must do the same). They tell me they are part of a tribe that is currently situated across the hills, and they were sent to investigate the large flying animal they saw above the lake. Relieved that what they thought to be some kind of monster is only me, they invite me to their tribe to eat with them.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

I strode through the vast, aged parking lot with purpose. I had something important to do, and not a lot of time to do it. As I looked at one of the ugly trucks parked in a space about one hundred feet away, I realized none of it was real.
"Okay. If...No. Since, I AM dreaming, that means I don't have to do whatever it was. Which, I really don't know what it was anyway,"I said aloud, taking in the bleak, almost grey surroundings. As close to being annoyed as I can in a dream, I muttered that it was pathetic that I would actually design such a boring place.
"There is absolutely nothing here that would interest me in--
"...Ah..."
There, standing next to a manhole, was Aquaman. Except his hair was this murky brown.
"I must have been on the internet too long...I don't even like this guy,"I muttered.
Because I am...uh...not as nice in my dreams, I decided to accompany him to amuse myself.
"Should he do something foolish or idiotic, it will be fun to watch,"was my reasoning.
WHY AM I SO MEAN IN MY Lucid DREAMS?!
I lazily strolled over to him and exclaimed,"I'm coming with you."
Aquaman opened his mouth to speak and I continued,"You can say 'No', but that would not be wise. Considering how utterly worthless you are, it would be in your best interests if I...accompany you."
Seriously! Why is that I clearly remember those cruel things I said?! I swear, people. I'm not actually calculating or evil in real life. But, I really don't like Aquaman. Sorry, fans.
He nodded and we jumped down the manhole.
...Yeah, so anyways, we landed in a vast sewer. Maybe it's just me, but aren't those things supposed to be really small? Because I could swim in this thing for some reason. Luckily, we weren't swimming in fecal matter--I would never do something like that to me. As we went under and I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to worry about drowning--since, you know, it wasn't real--I noticed that Aquaman's hair had turned his normal blond.
Or yellow.
We swam in silence as I wondered why he needed to go into the sewers. I tried making small talk, but I guess DCs in my imagination aren't much for conversation either. Either that or he thought I was a b*tch.
Actually, it was probably option two.
Anyways, I managed to get him to tell me he was searching for a golden haired woman with porcelain white skin. Supposedly some sort of reincarnated sea goddess...
My hopes of a long and possibly interesting conversation dashed entirely, I continued to swim with him deeper and deeper in the water.
Absurdly spacious sewer indeed!
All of a sudden, I saw the most beautiful woman swim towards us. Was she the golden haired goddess that my new found lackey friend had long searched for?
Judging by the relief on Aquaman's face, she was. What a beautiful woman, though.
When I get the chance, I'll draw a picture of what she looked like.
In any case, my adventure was over. Now next time, I'd like a dream where I teach a kitten how to talk--and this time it had better be a lucid!

Uh, the end. Because I woke up.

• Noelle and i are at a movie theater. We had just finished watching one movie and another is about to start. This one stars NPH and another actor I like, but ends up being really bad.
• a book of drawings
• a bunch of people dancing to that "ah skeet skeet" song in a line dance format