Wow, I don't know if i'm a natural lucid dreamer or what ... But I had a successfull WILD on the first serious try (refusing to give up that is.) Neat! I only remember a small fragment from earlier in the night though: Dinosaurs (dream fragment.) Some dinosaurs in a big room made out of paper. A guy said they were going to have to be put down since the "cage" could break so easily and they were quite dangerous. I told him it was a stupid idea, since we could just build a better cage instead. i mean helloooo, live dinosaurs! that is frickin awesome. I then woke up, did some yoga, drank water and did some reality checks, since I was gonna try some WILDing. I was unsure if i woke up at the right time (roughly 7 hours of sleep), but I hoped I would hit REM right away. Back in bed i lied on my back, just trying to relax. My flatmate went about in the kitchen, slamming things into benches and whatnot so I thought it would be hard to fall asleep. I meditated for awhile, counting to 150 with every breath. I started to get these weird and totally random thoughts, but I didn't feel sleepy at all and could still hear my flatmate in the kitchen. I just waited for SP to kick in since I quite often wake up in the middle of the night in SP and it comes quite naturally for me. I turned onto my right side, and my mind was unaturally calm. I kept having random, "dreamy" thoughts, but my consciousness was very clear and I didn't see any HI och had any SP. But then, REALLY suddenly, an image of a corridor appeared. I entered it. Foreign seminars! Oh my! That was weird. No SP or HI beforehand? but ohmygod, it worked! okay, calm down. I looked at my hands, touched the wall and just tried to really get into the dream. Seems stable, so I looked around. I was in a school probably, in a big corridor with many doors. I thought about how I wanted to meet Keiko, so I called out for him. (Keiko was a imaginary friend who appeared in some of my dreams when I was little. He looks like a red fox with green eyes. Sometimes he has butterlfy wings. He had a quite timid personality with a sarcastic streak underneath.) "Keiko!" My voice sounded just like it does in real life. I turned around, hoping he would be there. Nope. Oh well. I started walking down the corridor. It was completely empty. The few times i've become lucid as an adult before, I’ve tried to take control of my dreams with limited success ...my dreams has instead become really chaotic and "focused" on me; random annoying DC;s and unstable, changing scenery. I think about just going with the flow this time, enjoying whatever the plot of the dream is. But it would be nice to have Keiko with me ... I call for him again and turn a corner. A guy runs past me, almost knocking me over. He looks stressed, almost scared. I look down the hallway. It's completely pitch-black from where he came, no light at all. Just perfect for a nightmare. No thank you, I think, turning back. The corridor looks pretty much the same when I pass it the second time. One of the doors is open though, and I walk inside. It's like a big classroom inside with lots of people in it. Looks like there is going to be a seminar or something, there is a huge white screen in front and some people are running around setting things up. I walk up to a table that is in the front of the “classroom” and sit down next to two boys, around 9 and 5 years old. “Hi!” I say in Swedish. “How are you?” No reply. I try again, in English this time. “Hi, how are you?” “I’m fine, how are you?” The 9-year old replies. “Oh, just fine. What’s your name?” No reply. He turns to the younger boy to the left and says something in a foreign language that sounds a little like Russian. “Oh, what language is that? Is it Russian?” I ask. He looks amused.” Haha no, it’s Magrorian!” I’m like ok, whatever. I turn to the younger boy. “Hi, what’s your name?” No reply. He has a vacant expression. “How old are you?” I ask again. “September.” “What?” “I was born in September.” Cool, I think, same month as me! If I ask him what year he is probably going to say the same year I was born. So cool. “What year?” “87.” I sigh. Stupid, random DC’s. I see that the professor is trying to get everyones attention. Everybody keeps chattering, so I call out “Heyhey! It’s about to start!” Everybody quiets down, I walk away from the two boys so that I’m closer to the professor. But when he starts talking it’s in the same foreign language that the two boys talked in! doh. I try to “will” him to speak Swedish, but then it just becomes gibberish and random words. I sigh. I think about that at least 10 minutes must have passed in real time. I lean against a wall and look at the audience. Everybody keeps paying attention to the gibberish lecture. I’m not in the center of the dream at all, which is very unusual. I really feel as if I’ve walked into the dreamworld as a lucid visitor undercover, neither disrupting or pulling any attention. I look at my hands and count to seven fingers, but I never doubted I was dreaming, I know I’m sleeping in my bed and that my flatmate is probably still banging around in the kitchen. I look at the audience, looking away and back. Nothing weird happens. I think about something to do without changing the scenery or trying to take control of things, and remember that somebody on DV said that it was cool to listen to music in dreams. I look for my phone in my pocket, I untangle my headphones (it tangles up even in dreams) and put them in my ears. There is already music playing, and it’s the opening song from HOUSE M.D. Totally weird, I probably haven’t heard that song for at least 3 months. Oh, random subconscious, how I love you. The song sounds just like it should, no weirdness or unexpected noise. The lecture is still going, and nothing weird or random has happened. On one hand I think this is really cool that the dream is so stable, but on the other it’s a little boring to waste lucidity like this. I mean, there is no plot in the dream! I’m a total outsider! Sick of this, I turn towards a random guy in the audience and will him to shift into a monster. It’s really hard, it’s like the dream is fighting me, but he slowly turns, he gets black eyes and a really wide, creepy smile with shark-like teeth. He starts coming at me, and I lift my arm and concentrate on flinging him across the room with pure willpower, certain that it will work since the dream is so stable and I’m so confident. But no! He keeps coming at me, time slows down as he lunges, all wide grin and razorsharp teeth … I kick him right in the stomach the last second. The kick feels really weak, but somehow he still flies through the air … Right into the lecturer! Time slows down yet again, matrix-like, as the both crashes into a table. Everybody in the room starts shouting, confused. I feel as if I reaaally fucked this seminar up. Ooops. I better get out of here. I turn around and start morphing into a wolf. It takes some concentration, but finally I feel as a wolf. I start running towards the exit, but it’s a little hard to steer and I bang into the doorway. It hurts! I run into the exact same corridor as before. This is so weird, how stable this dream is! I think idly about how long time has passed since I entered the dream. At least 15 minutes! I start looking for a way out of the building, wanting to get to a forest or something. As I run the song “Pärlor” by Kent plays. The dream starts to fade! Noooo. I start spinnng round, but still wake up. I lie completely still, hoping to fall asleep again … And yes. I see some trees! I enter the dream again. Through the mirror world into Mordor I’m sitting in a canopy. I take a moment to really get into the dream, stabilizing the enviroment, looking at my hands and so on. I look at the leaves around me. They are red and yellow maple leaves. I pick one and smell it, and it smells like chocolate! I bite into it, but it just tastes bitter and a little like grass … : ( I stand up on the branch that I “woke up” on, looking around. There is a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and when I look out over the land it’s a big yellow wheat-field. It’s really beautiful. I take into the sky flying. It feels awesome! I fly higher and higher, feeling the wind in my hair … So awesome. But the higher I fly, the weirder the ground looks. It’s as if the horizon ends way to early, and the sky just “loops around”. The ground is slowly diappearing, and I try to will it to stretch further on, but it doesn’t work. As I fly onward, the ground slowly disappears, and soon there is clouds everywhere. Okey then, I think. Here we go. I fall, or rise, towards the sky, I’m not really sure. but as I get real close gravity shifts, and it turns out the “sky” is a reflection in the water. I’m at sea! There is water everywhere, and a clear blue sky ahead. Just blue skies and clouds everywhere! I can’t even describe how awesome this looked. Anyways, I start flying over the water. I think that I want to go faster, and I hear a voice saying “there is 5 more levels, you want me to increase speed?” I think yes please and sure enough, I speed up. Then the clouds darken ahead, and it looks like Mordor ahead or something, angry black clouds and fire. The water underneath me becomes orange, then turns to molten lava. Huge rocks shoots up from underneath the surface, and I dodge around them the best I can. It feels as if something is trying to keep me away from that Mordor-like mountain! I just keep flying, trying to get there, but then my visual fades … I try to hang, but nope … I wake up. Awesome dreams though! It was really neat to not try to control the first dream, and I still can’t get over how stable the dream was. Insane, I tell ya.
Dreamt night of May 14, 2012. Several dream fragments. I am in my grandparents' old barn. The hay is stacked up high to the window. It is dark out, but there are dim lights in the barn. Then, I begin to see the undead trickling in. I am high up on the hay, and feel safer than being on the ground, but I am still alarmed. I notice some shuffling around the loft. I see people darting inside. I ask them what they're doing. They said they're going to wait out the apocolypse inside. Zombies are slowly crawling up through the hay, up the stairs, so I climb over to the loft and demand to get inside. After all, it isn't THEIR loft, it belongs to my grandfather. They oblige. They have yellow ropes strung around the loft. I wonder what they're for. The loft is small, things are crammed in, and it is much shorter than I remember it being inside. The leader, a man with dark eyes and hair, looks out and mentions that their friend is coming up the stairs. But, the undead are upon that friend and I scream that we must close the door before they get inside. The leader is frantic, but agrees as his friend's scream chill the air. He and a few other men start to yank on the yellow ropes. I brace myself. The loft slides off of the support beams and drops down toward the ground. I prepare for a crash landing, not sure what purpose this served. However, the ropes hold and the loft sways back and forth in the middle of the barn. The men clamber inside the now hanging building and we settle in. We are going to wait out the zombie apocolypse inside this loft. -- I am at my grandparents' ranch. There are many guests over. I am sleeping in a fifth wheel trailer, but I need to take a shower. The shower isn't that amazing in a trailer, so I grab my things and walk toward the house. I get inside, but the shower is broken. Water dribbles out of the wall. I need to get ready, because we are having a big event there later. It is morning time. -- People are gathered around. It is dark, there is cloud cover. Dalley is apprehensive with all the commotion breaks loose from the paddock by the cabin. She is running around. I try to catch her. I finally do and she goes back into the paddock, but then Pete is there and I am trying to get a halter off of him, but he keeps throwing his head.
Me and a Party of 5 - 10 embark on a spirit journe though an uknown wasteland. Its in the mountain country, theres a dirt road and a fence on the right, we head down the road a few miles and waaay down I see a bear, I hop the fence and hope it runs past but it follows me, turns out there was a bear behind us and its the momma! I am nearly lucid by this point, I see a house. I walk towards it and enter, there is a long hallway with a jack in the box at the end, I hear giggles form a small girl. As Istring the jack in the box I turn around to find a little girl standing and watching me. THIS IS SCARY I MUST BE IN A DREAM, so I try to make the jack pop out with a handful of dollar bills, instead he hits me with a punching glove. Its hard to control dreams...
I have a hundred year old great grandmother and in this dream I was at her house. She is very difficult to be around. Extremely difficult. It was extremely vague, otherwise.
the only fragment i seem to be able to remember is me trying to "stop the tree" another person telling me they couldn't stop that tree, and the image of a bushy Aspen or Burch tree. curiously enough I fell asleep thinking about what tree grows fast and can handle sea-water.
My friends and I were playing some sort of MMO. I remember having a choice of being a quick character or a strong character so I picked quickness. It let me start out with Boots of Mobility (from LoL) and some sort of grappling hook. We worked pretty hard getting certain places. It was sort of Minecraft-y, and I remember we got to the area where the rest of my dream took place through a staircase that went down into a cavern. The staircase stopped like 7 feet down and we had to drop the rest of the way (and therefore couldn't get back up). There was a bunch of lava. And bats. My backpack was perfectly full, and I was some sort of very important person. A Time Lord, too, I think. (Cause I could regenerate) I think I was an assassin. I was also a girl. First, we had to defeat Donkey Kong and Bowser by dropping stuff on their head. I took Bowser's aviator sunglasses. Then I tied Waluigi up and used him as a flail to break a ceiling. Wario didn't like this much. Later, I had to sneak into a girl's closet and wait. Soon, she brought a dead Poppy (the character) into the closet and her father came into her room. They argued for a while, and I soon realized the bad thing that was supposed to happen was not Poppy's death, but instead the girl's death herself. I was supposed to kill the father. I jump out of the closet and grab her father (which was a fat, realistic version of Mario) and got him in a choke hold. He gives up and I let him go. He is mad at me, and police soon arrive to arrest him (apparently while I was in the closet I was able to contact them), but the girl is thankful. She asked me how she could get in contact with God so she could get Poppy resurrected. I told her maybe the device I used to contact the police would work. It takes a long time to get started up, but its range always increases. Maybe she'd be able to eventually reach God with it? Jump to a dream fragment: I'm driving home from my grandmother's house. I'm like "Oh, this was one of those times where I just spaced out and didn't notice where I was driving. Since I wasn't paying attention, I'll do a reality check. I'm dreaming." Then I did a reality check and wasn't able to stay in the dream since I was already like half-awake.
I was driving my car while it was snowy and slick out. Many other drivers were spinning out in the icy conditions and crashing. Although I didn't have good manuverability, I wasn't spinning out or crashing. But other cars eventually ran into me because they were going too fast. Although I got hit, I just kept driving my car with the dents. Later on in the dream though the dents seemed to work themselves out and they weren't there anymore.
Dream Start: I was walking with Kayla and talk to her about how I like her and she suddenly told me that I could wrap my arm around her back(Very hard to do in real-life) and somehow I did.We were still walking then we teleported to my friends house and started talking again(Same Subject).And she said "Do you want to hug me?You can If you want..." I did as she said,thinking this is not a dream.We kissed twice and then sat down and start talking again.This time,I am unsure what we were talking about because the dream faded away and I woke up. Dream End.
Two Dream Fragments: 1. Visiting my friend Crystal at her childhood home. She was worried about something and I was helping her. 2. Teaching kids to cook. Managed to slip into deep relaxation after the alarm sounded this morning. But really need more time to complete a WILD.
finally, I think my dry spell is starting to be over - I hate dry spells, if only there was a way we could get rid of them completely!! - I have a small Lucid where I realize I am dreaming while talking to my sister. My real memory is fuzzy, and for some reason I think she is staying at my house in real life so I feel it is a good time to try to do a shared dream. Without checking if she is a DC or not I start to tell her that she is dreaming - she just looks at me blankly. So I get a £10 note and rip it up in front of her to try and get a reaction - but she is still just dumbly staring at me. I then rip my head in two so that at the least, if this is really her then she may be able to remember it - but again, not much reaction! - weird disturbing dream of a kind of reality television show, a group of people, some of which are celebrities are sitting around what I think is a steam room. There are two commentators, and they are giving advice on sex. The camera pans to - Sylvester Stallone having sex with some random woman, as the commentators try to give him advice he just turns and says something like 'It's too late, I've finished' and chuckles, prompting the others in the room to laugh with him. urgh - I'm walking around a type of military complex, dark high walls surround me. I have foreign thoughts in my mind, positive ideas regarding society and my country. I realize I am dreaming (or I think I do) and realize that all of this is a fabricated dream - it must be being beamed into my mind by the government. I then quickly deduce that everybody must be having this - it is one of the ways which they are controlling us. (I have no idea what to think of this dream - lol!) - I am in some kind of small concert hall with my wife, we are all seated around in a kind of semicircle. I start to sing 'lump' to myself from the Presidents and suddenly everybody in the concert hall starts to sing the song at the same time - it sounds awesome!! My wife then mentions a Motorhead song, and the guy starts singing an acoustic slow pop version of a motorhead song - which is pretty funny!
A few different things happened, but I forgot some things. I'm very tired throughout the dream, falling into SP when I try to go to sleep. I'm at my oldest brother's house with Dave Turnbull (the guy known as Nintendo3DS on YouTube). Somehow he is related to me (I think this is because he was the owner of a forum I used to go to long ago. While he wasn't around all that often, we were all a very close community *sniff*). Anyway, I follow him around and somehow find myself at this woman's house. She's showing us her many plants in her front yard. The vast majority of them are different types of Cacti. Then something about an iPhone app... This dream had a few awakenings, many of which were probably false. I also awoke in SP (false awakening I believe it to be). It wasn't bad. Nothing really scary happened, but I decided to try to snap myself out of it just to see if I could. But yeah. Hopefully I can get somewhere if I keep up this Dream Journal stuff, eh? Maybe learn not be so afraid of SP too.
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in an art class, located in my son’s junior high school.There are students all around, and I seem to be one of them, though I stillfeel like I’m a grown-up. I don’t ask permission to leave the room when I needto go to the bathroom. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk across the hall to the closest bathroom. The halllooks like any typical school building; smooth-brick for the walls, lockers onboth sides, and a dull reflection on the tile from a window at the end of thehall. Nothing seems surprising about my location or my presence.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never view myself inside the bathroom but when I walk outand head back to class I find that I am lost. I thought my classroom was just awalk across the hall but I can’t seem to find it. Nothing seems familiar, andthere are lockers where I thought the class door should be.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk a little further along the hall towards my left andfind a corridor that leads to another wing parallel to the one I am in. I walkthrough to this other wing and begin trying doors, hoping I’ll get lucky. Thefirst door I try has kids in it that are too young to be my classmates. Theyappear to be first graders and none seem familiar. They take no notice of me asI step back out and close the door.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I try a second door and again I don’t find my class. Thepeople seem to be the right age but I don’t recognize anyone. It’s clearly thewrong class.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find no satisfaction at the third door either. As I openit a nearby teen looks up at me with an expectant look on his face. He appearsto be about 13 years old, thin with dark hair and wearing a collared shirt. Igive him a nervous smile and say, “Hi, older kids. Don’t mind me.” Nearly all the kids in the class are lookingat me as I exit the room, and I feel really uncomfortable.[/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The last door I try turns out to be my classroom, and myrelief at finally finding it is almost overwhelming. Just as I enter the classI find the bell ringing and it is time for everyone to go to lunch. Everyonewalks out of the classroom, and the teacher leaves through a different doorthat leads outside. I decide to follow her.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk outside I recall that the teacher was nice to me,and I want to talk to her. She’s a pretty Asian woman, dressed sharply in a mauvehalf-dress, an unusual yet flattering choice for teaching. Her heels don’t seemto slow her down as she navigates a rock-path that crosses a small stream thatburbles down the slight hill between school buildings.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past her and she smiles at me, making a slow turn tofollow my gaze as I pass behind her. If I didn’t know better I would assume shewas flirting with me. I definitely want to impress her, and have her look favorablyat me, so the first thing I do as I get close to her is reach down and pick upsome of the pink goo that has collected along the edges of the stream. Liftinga handful I put it in my mouth, almost biting into it despite its appearance offoam. It tastes pink, unlike gum or frosting but definitely sweet, and pink isthe best word to describe the taste. I hold it up to an unseen audience andwith a mouthful of goo I pronounce it good, and safe to eat.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Suddenly doubting my popularity I head back up the gentlehill to the school. There is an outdoor hall in front of me and lots ofstudents are loitering here. This is a good sign to me, and I expect that I won’thave to wait long in line to get my lunch. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in to the cafeteria I am assaulted by the usualnoise and smells that come with a school eating hall. Despite my earlier visitto the bathroom I need to pee again. I go in search of a bathroom and my questtakes me to the far side of the cafeteria. I feel slightly sick from smellingall the food in the room.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find a bathroom and open the door, only to find itoccupied by a young boy. I apologize and hastily close the door, noticing asign that indicates the bathroom is for boys. I don’t think it was there beforeI opened the door, or I would have noticed it. I certainly wouldn’t have gonein had I seen the sign.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The next door over is another bathroom, and this one alsohas a sign on it indicating it is intended for males. I gently push against thedoor and it slowly opens, revealing an empty room with four stalls jammed closetogether on one wall and a trough on the other. There is no toilet and no sinkin the room.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk into the tiny closet of a room, because I really needto pee. Because there is no toilet I am debating if I could use one of theexisting receptacles, but there is also no toilet paper, and this distressesme. As I complete my turn I notice there is also no lock on the door, and infact a square-foot chunk of the door is missing where a door-lock wouldnormally be. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid as I open the door, finding myself standingthere with my pants down around my ankles. I know it’s a dream because I wouldnever stand in any unlocked bathroom with my clothes down, let alone thecafeteria I begin walking in to. Emerging from the other bathroom is the kid Isaw earlier, and like me he has his pants down also. I feel sorry for him as helooks very embarrassed, but in contrast I am quite calm. Knowing it’s a dreamallows me not to worry about the people in the cafeteria, most of whom seem notto have noticed me anyway. My only concern is to find some toilet paper.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 3- (fragment)[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m in downtown Austin, heading west on what appears to be 7[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3]Street. I’m driving my vehicle with some friends in the back seat, and everyoneis talking.[/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me is a female jogger wearing bright green shorts.She has a companion but my eye is drawn to the bright green shorts and her nicelegs. I find myself wishing to be her. She’s clearly in great shape, and Ihaven’t been able to run with endurance like hers since high school. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The jogger turns south onto a cross-street. I think aboutfollowing her but I don’t want anyone else in the car to know I’m payingattention to her. She passes a pedi-cab and this gives me a good reason to lookat her. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Look!” I say, “It’s a pedi-cab!” I point out the vehiclebut then realize I could have looked at her and simply not said anything atall. I feel more conspicuous than ever.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we pass the cross-street my vehicle changes into a rickshaw.It feels weird pulling the weight of three people up a hill, and I’m surprisedI can make it. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Somehow we end up in an area of downtown that looks like the1880’s, and all the buildings are made of wood. I have the impression we aresomewhere near Joe’s Crab Shack though it isn’t visible. Perhaps it was theappearance of the buildings that made me think of shacks. I don’t really know.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Dream 4-[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri](Oddly, despite the vivid detail in this dream I don’tbelieve I was lucid, unusual for a dream where I examine carpet and grass indetail)[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding a party at my house. I know this because thereare tons of people around, inside and outside, and all seem to be carrying theplastic Solo cups with their drinks in them. Some people look a bit inebriated,despite the early hour.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking down a set of stairs I am doing my best to allay thefears of one of my friends. Apparently the party is being held for a reason,though my friend is expressing concerns about something important. “Relax”, Itell them,” look around. All these people paid admission to be here.”[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed there are plenty of people around, and raising themoney necessary should be no problem. Sadly, I never find out what the problemis.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of my friends came up behind me at some point and placeda headband on me with pointed cat ears sticking up from it. I smiled andthanked them when it happened but then promptly forgot about their placement onmy head, much like I forgot about the important reason for having a party.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Downstairs I walk into what appears to be the cafeteria, andalmost immediately I freak out. I know my hair is pulled back and I wanted itto be down. I hate walking around with my hair pulled back unless it’s a hotday and hat weather. I reach up to feel my hair and find the cat ears stickingup from my head. This calms me down and I relax. I look good in them, and theymake me feel like being in a party mood.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk around the room and talk to various people, playingthe role of a good MC. I pat people on the back, check to make sure they arehaving a fun time. Oddly the triplet daughters of my friend are at the party,and I say hi to them like they were any other party-goer. I think one of themgave me the cat ears.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The party continued on outside and I headed out to the poolhouse. I could see people roaming around in the sun on the lawn between thepool house and the main house but I was more interested in the carpeting justinside the doorway. It was shaggy, an orange-brown color, and seemed out ofplace in a pool house. My view zoomed in and I examined the loops and swirls ofthe fabric that made up the carpet, in much the same way I would examine an oldcoin. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From this view I shifted to examining the blades of grassjust outside the sliding glass door. They were excessively bright, andrealistically vivid, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I wanted to liedown in them and just feel them, but I never did. I could smell them, adistinct smell that was accompanied by a hint of chlorine and suntan lotionfrom the nearby pool. I never saw the pool but I knew it had to be aroundsomewhere. The grass was apparently more interesting.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 1 - (fragment)[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at the Zilker Hillside Theater, in Zilker Park. I’mhappy that my mom has brought me to dance at the hillside, even though she hastaken some risk in bringing me. A friend of mine is with me and we are runningaround, playing and being excited.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 2 - Lucid Eating[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at a 7-11, and I’m escaping the storm outside. The rainis heavy, and as I think about it a TV appears and shows the weather radar witha perfect image of the central Texas counties affected. The image is in motionjust like it would appear if I was watching TV in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve mad my way into the aisle with the chips, and somethingby the newspaper stands has distracted me, possibly the newspapers themselves.I find myself staring at them, transfixed by something that hasn’t appeared. Ibecome lucid and realize I’m trying to make something appear.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A nearby customer, someone young, spots me and asks me, “Whyare you staring at those newspapers?”[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my head I have a debate with myself about what Ishould say.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Why am I staring at them? I know nothing is going tohappen.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Should I tell him? He’ll just think I’m crazy.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-If I don’t tell him he’ll think I’m crazy anyway.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Maybe he’ll think I’m hiding something. I don’t want him toknow I’m dreaming.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-He’s still waiting for an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally look up at him and just shrug my shoulders,letting him figure it out on his own. He scowls at me, waves his hand at me indismissal and walks out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m already letting it go, no longer worrying about hisopinion. I turn back around and realize I’m in the chips aisle so I might aswell be eating chips. A bag of Funyuns appears in my hand, and I reach in andgrab a few. I’m eating them and I like them but they aren’t as oniony as Iwould like them to be, and now I’m thirsty. [/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think, “Well, I am in a 7-11.” and I suddenly have aSlurpee in my hand; It’s cherry flavored, and tastes so very good. (ApparentlyI can conjure drinks better than snacks) I suck on the straw and the drinkfills my mouth, though time seems to fly by and my drink is gone before I getto savor it. It was a fairly small cup.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Times New Roman] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked back out of the store towards the street, noticingthe store is located at a corner a few blocks from my house instead of where itis normally located further down the main road. In the street outside I seeseveral feet of water flowing along the gutter. It’s abnormal for that quantityof water to flow along the street, and as I watch the flood moving down theroad I start worrying about my son who is camping in Bastrop. I reason that ifAustin is getting this much rain, he likely is also, especially since I saw theradar image showing the rain moving that direction.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
First I'm coming from the airport, now at the train station. I'm thinking about which train to take. I haven't decided on a destination yet. My brother and a couple of other people are there, and they are also thinking. We choose different destinations. I need to take a couple of train routes. I end up in a small city or a town. It's pretty late, not many people around. There is a grocery store, but it's closed. Someone enters, I think he's a guard, but he lets me in. I'm happy since I don't carry much food. Second It's daytime and I'm at the center square at the town. There are people there and I'm talking with some of them. We go inside and there is a seminar hall there. I pick a seat and look at the stage. There are two people there, dressed in a weird way, I have a vague memory but cannot really describe it. They are talking about biology and they have a fish in a tank as an example. It's weird enough to be interesting even though I know nothing about the field. As I leave I'm thinking about the fastest route back home.
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