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01-22-2013 -- I find myself standing in the side yard at the Hickory house, between the garage and the neighbor's garage at the Conrad place. Somehow there is a very sort of haunted house kind of feel, with monsters running around the side yard and the Conrads' house, and I am trying to save people. There are hideous creature-style monsters, and a Michael Myers-style serial killer both to contend with, while I run back and forth, trying to keep myself well and help others. It is very long, and involved, with lots of chasing and the like, but the details don't come through, so it seems like a much shorter bit when written down. Maybe slight hints of a tie-in to the spooky park scenario in roller coaster tycoon which I was playing a day or two ago.

So soon I walk into the Hickory house through the side garage door, and I am feeling kind of hungry, so I am thinking about preparing some food, but instead I just walk into my second bedroom, thinking about relaxing. Hard to do, though, as the room is an absolute mess. The desk is covered with dozens and dozens of pieces of silverware that have been sitting around for weeks, encrusted in dust and old, dried food. I start gathering maybe fifteen pieces at a time, and carrying them to the kitchen sink to soak.

Oddly, though my second bedroom has a door opening right on to the kitchen, in this dream it is never used, and every time I exit the bedroom and walk to the kitchen, it is through the other door, walking through the living room and dining room each and every time. When I reach the kitchen and try to add the silverware to the sink, it is so full that it causes the water to start to overflow, so I quickly remove the drain plug so some of the water can drain out.

Somehow at the same time I am gathering more of the silverware to take to the sink, there are also silver push pins holding letters on to a sewing project sitting on the love seat, and I seem to be removing the pins, and some of them are falling on the carpet, where I am afraid I will step on them and hurt my feet. But I continue to remove the silverware from my room in large handfuls.

Meanwhile, there is a young couple sitting in the living room making some sort of comments about there not being enough silverware in the house, and as I am placing ever more of it to soak in the sink, and going back for more, I am hinting they might want to try and wash some of it. I wander back to my room. The desk is finally silverware-free, but I find I am still finding more and more silverware on the floor in old, empty frozen food containers lying around the floor, and I keep gathering it up.

But soon I find myself out driving somewhere in Europe. It might be England, but it might not be. There is a sort of speed bump that has been laid in the road, but instead of stretching horizontally across the road, it is running vertically, maybe a foot from the curb, and it seems to be causing all kinds of drivers problems, as they keep getting too close and running up on it. It isn't causing me all that much trouble, though. I just stay a little further to the left in the lane, and I'm fine.

There are some police here that seem to be writing tickets for some people, and just helping others out, and I ask why they seem to be having so much trouble with this. The cop explains the speed bump is very new, and people just aren't used to it, yet. He tells me that I really ought to speak to the people at Prudential Insurance about it, and point me at a building. They tell me the company is located on the 8th floor, but the building only looks like it is four floors tall.

I walk inside, and find the building has four floors above ground, and maybe 16 or so underground, and so the floor labeled as 8 is actually something like 12 floors underground or something. I'm trying to work out the math in my head, but we forget to press any of the buttons, and end up on what is probably the wrong floor, perhaps either seven or nine. My friend (who is turning into Kevin B.) thinks we have the right floor, and I am almost sure we don't, but I walk off to check.

Nope. Different company, entirely. We have to go one more floor. Kevin was supposed to hold the elevator, but he stepped off it, so actually we now need to wait for it again, so we can get the final floor we need. Soon it comes, and we step back on and push the button.

So the elevator opens again, and I find myself walking into a sort of lounge or bar, and I find that the Claim Jumpers Band from Preston's is about to play. Trapper John is trading some quips with people, and as is often the case, he seems to be kind of negative about it. Somehow he ends up quipping with Kevin B. who is with me, and he ends up annoying Kevin, who bends down and opens up a case, and pulls out his trombone. He is annoyed enough that he is going to play along with the band, hoping to annoy John.

Meanwhile, the Preston's band just finished playing one of the introductory bits that the Good Time Band at Rosie's actually used to play, and a slightly hippie-looking guy is walking away from John, who announces "we have a request to play a song that goes kind of like bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. Hey, we know a song that kind of starts bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum!" And they launch into Old Time Rock and Roll. Kevin hears the first few notes, recognizes the song, and promptly fits an odd sort of attachment onto his trombone that lets it power a set of bag pipes, and starts to play along. Very strange.

There's somebody passing around some advertising flyers, and they are annoying me, so I just crumple mine up to toss it away, but it makes a huge amount of noise, drawing attention to me. Meanwhile, Kevin has stopped playing, and is just sort of wandering around, kind of distracted. But when I ask him, he says he is fine. Meanwhile, I find myself remembering a Victor story that I got a good five or six chapters into (in another dream, I think), and wondering why I haven't found the time and energy to finish writing it yet. About this time, I wake up.

I had me a bad ass experience early this morning. In a nutshell, I was able to purposefully induce WILD vibrations, instead of just happening upon them like I normally do. Then I incubated a scene (super quickly during those few seconds of vibrations), that was something OTHER than me in my bed in my bedroom. I remember what I did and I believe I can repeat it *fingers crossed* But first, the DILD I had prior to this WILD:

It started out nonlucid, and all I remember is that I was jumping up and down in this really fancy pool at night time. There were some odd reliefs just behind the pool, carved out of a giant rock hill. They looked a bit like something off of Easter Island. Beautiful, well maintained gardens surrounded the pool. Anyway, everytime I jumped, I would come clean out of the water, then hover for a moment, then splash back down. The pool was only maybe 3 feet deep. Like the kind for doing laps. I must have become somewhat semi-lucid because I started wondering if I could create fireworks each time I jumped, like in the TOTM. I was able to do it, but they weren't really bright. I even said to myself, "This is a dream, so light and dark is just in your mind. Your eyes aren't real right now, so the fireworks will be brighter" Not much happened there, but the carved reliefs were becoming more and more sinister looking. I plopped back into the water, and fully realized "Hey I'm dreaming!" and then I woke up.

I was lying on my right side, and felt the urge to roll over. I did partially, then decided to keep in the same position and try for a WILD. I did this indescribable thing that I always do to concentrate the vibrations once they start. But they hadn't started yet, I just kinda mentally went "fishing" for them, if that makes any sense. They came, but the first round was really weak. I tried again, and they flooded over me just like they normally do. Then I decided that in those few seconds, where I normally wait to "open my dream eyes" and start out the LD in my room, I tried to imagine another place. ANY other place. And I waited for it to form on my eyelids, and skip the whole "open eyes" thing, because I believe that's just a schema I created for myself, unintentionally. I saw some bright sunlight and a sparkly blue sky appear, and a window. A huge window, like the whole wall was window. With a little cushion seat. I was still lying on a bed in the same position though lol. But it was most definitely not my room, and I didn't recognize anything outside of the window. I got up slowly, and things were so vivid. I could hear the sound of me moving in the bed, moving the blankets, my skin scraping across the sheets. I wondered if I was hearing residual sounds of my real body moving around in the bed irl. So I proceeded slowly. I got to the window and looked outside: it was a sparkly day, with snow melting away from buildings and trees that were not familiar. Christmas lights hung loosely from some of the trees and bushes. I pressed my head to the window and moved through it. When I got outside, things changed It got darker (ffuu), but I just plodded along down the block. I walked past that SAME pool, which made me mad for some reason. "Really?!" I didn't want to revisit it. Those carvings still looked icky to me. I wish I had thought of the basic ski task though, since at least that water was shallow and I had already been in it. Oh well. I couldn't really think of much to do, and I was getting a bit randy anyway. I found a clothing shop with some women inside, so I went in...

I'll regale the rest of that tale later, Chris is having a fucking melt down over the xbox right now. Stay tuned for part II: sex in the dressing room.

So I'm walking past the dressing rooms in the shop, and I have successfully transgendered. I see a pretty woman in one dressing room, chatting with her mom. I ask the mom permission to have fun with her daughter. I'm feeling suddenly awkward, because I have my thing out, and I'm just holding it lol. No one seems to care, and I know it's just a dream anyway. I still couldn't help but feel a little weird about that haha. Anyway, I start taking her clothes off, when the store manager says we can't do it in the dressing rooms, so he directs us to the bathrooms. He said "Don't worry, they're right around the corner." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. I plopped her on the long sink counter, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like me, but more college age. I was even wearing one of those stupid flannel shirts that I used to wear, and my hair and make-up were all done up nicely. Then I glanced down and there was my hand, holding my dick lol. I'll never unremember that image. I got her pants off, and got half-way through one thrust then woke up. Damn. Sex in front of a mirror would have been cool to watch. Haha oh well.

01-23-2013 -- I'm on some sort of church camping trip with Mike Sullins and the gang. I'm not sure, but I think I was an adult for the whole dream, kind of helping to oversee the trip, and it has been an OK trip, but not fabulous. We're loading up the bus to head back to the church, and I find myself trying to half claim one of the front seats. I am given the front bench on the passenger side, which is fine. Some little kid who may be the pastor's son is given the spot just under the bar that I used to love as a kid, but it doesn't bother me as I couldn't fit there as an adult, anyway.

Mike is driving, and the trip home from the usual camp (from dreams, didn't go camping with this church in real life) seems very short, only taking around 45 minutes, when it always seemed the trip used to take 1 1/2 to 2 hours. Soon we're pulling into the church parking lot, and starting to unload the bus, while waiting for parents to come and pick their kids up. I'm probably waiting for everybody else to be picked up, before I get a ride home on the bus.

Mike is going on and all about how good the Boy Scouts are, and how great the trip was, and stuff like that. He seems to be dressed in a scout master uniform, and the pastor's son is in a scout uniform. But something is said that seems to tick the kid off, and he suddenly stalks out of the room, down the driveway, and out to curb on Page Avenue.

He starts angrily calling for his dad, the pastor, who is standing about 20 feet away, but doesn't seem to hear him. This amazes me since I am much further away, and inside the building, but I can hear him just fine. After three loud calls, his father hears him, and walks over and picks him up. He talks to him and comforts him a bit, then puts him back in the room where I am waiting around.

The boy is maybe four or five, and he starts playing with a little girl who is maybe six or seven. Soon they're wrestling a bit, and there seem to be hints of Indian Wrestling in their play, but other forms of wrestling, as well. Somehow it overflows, and I am something of an innocent bystander, as I soon find myself lying on the ground, half-restrained, with them undoing my pants for some reason.

Right at that moment, the assistant pastor busts in, and starts ranting and raving, and wants to know what the Sam Hill is going on! I think he feels something wrong, sexually, is going on, as they are undoing my pants, and I try to defend myself by saying maybe I should have put a stop to things sooner, but I wouldn't have let it go any further if they had tried to pull down my pants, but he seems to blame the kids and feels they are being very evil, and I am only being foolish.

"What if they'd used super glue on you?" He demands. "It could have taken us hours to free you. Or even days if we couldn't get the proper solvent!" He keeps ranting on and on about how bad the kids were, and how could I have allowed this, and it is the story oh Jonah and the Whale all over again! I don't see it as the same thing at all. I don't see how that story ties in, and I don't see any of it as all that bad, but he just won't listen at all.

Finally I have had enough, and like the kid before me, I stalk out of the the room, step over a tiny fence (maybe a foot or a foot and a half tall, more decorative than anything else), and to the curb on Page Avenue, just like the pastor's son, before me. The assistant pastor is calling after me, trying to stop me from going, and not getting why I was so upset with him, but I won't listen, and I keep on my way. I walk down Page to Stanton, then walk under the freeway overpass, before making my way down Calendula and into the flower tract.

I don't know what the big deal is ... I don't agree with the guy, but its not like I don't still plan to attend church next week, or anything. But strange things are happening. People start trying to push me or grab me. The area is turning into a cross between a sort of an old age home and an apartment complex, though the entire neighborhood I am walking through is nothing but single family homes. But somehow I find myself in the apartment complexes behind the church, instead of in the neighborhood I was walking through. [The apartment complexes that aren't there in real life, but have been in lots of dreams.]

In past dreams these apartment complexes have had fun things and nightmare-style things happen in them. In this dream, they are bad things. I find myself arguing religion and politics with people, while going through unpleasant chase bits that seem to go on forever (though I think they really are pretty short.) At one point I am being grabbed an restrained by nurses because they don't agree with my principles, but soon they are turning into attractive-but-old-fashioned school teachers who have a sort of Stepford Wives sort of vibe to them.

I burst out of one apartment complex into a sort of hilly area, where I find myself trying to cross the hills while avoiding dangerous flaming horses. Since they are in groups of four, they just might be the four horses of the apocalypse. Strange and spooky. At first I try to hide from them, but then I find four of them right next to me in a wide open space, so all I can do is ignore them and hope they ignore me, or if they don't, hope I'm powerful enough to survive them.

The entire time, both political and spiritual arguments continue to go on in my head. I manage to get out of the hills and into another of the apartment complexes, but I'm still being chased by the old-fashioned brunettes, who are trying to wrestle me to the ground and restrain me. I don't understand why I find myself saying it, since it still seems to me that he was the nut, and the one in the wrong, but I suddenly speak out loud and say "Fine! I'll apologize to the assistant pastor."

A gap appears in the brick-wall corridor I am in, and I stumble into the lot of the construction supply company directly behind the church, free from all the people chasing me. "On Sunday, after church," I mutter to myself. 50 pound bags of cement start dropping on me. "OK, OK, right now." The cement stops dropping on me, and I claim over the brick wall into the church parking lot.

I approach one of the elders of the church and ask where the assistant pastor is, and he says he left about 15 minutes ago. He looks at me and says something like "You don't look like a process server, but I'm still not going to tell you where he lives or give you his phone number." I end up back in the same room, waiting (perhaps for a day or two) until the assistant pastor shows up again. "Really, God?!?" I kind of announce to the sky.

"Hey Dude! Don't disrespect the Lord!" I find a slightly angry hippie kind of shushing me. "Yeah? Let me tell you a story!" And I proceed to relate the entire dream to him, while he looks more and more flabbergasted as I go on. There are several others here, who also look more and more shocked. As I finish my tale, I look at them, all staring at me in amazement, and ask "Don't tell me the same thing happened to all of you?"

"Oh no, man," the hippie says. "Nothing like that happened to me. Not in the specifics. But in the overall, yeah, man. We're all here to apologize to the assistant pastor because we wouldn't listen to him, man! It's weird!"

Sleep – 10:25pm
Wake Ups – 1:55am
Finial Wake ups – 6:30am
WBTB – N/A

- My parents bought me a puppy. He was brown bit I’m not sure what breed he was. He was always super hyper and would run randomly between rooms for hours.

Most of my relatives were all in my living room. They had brought some of their dogs with them. There were about 4 extra dogs now running all around the house. I went into my kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. The door was open to another room and inside my dad and youngest uncle was making a podcast about something. They asked if I wanted to be part of the podcast. I declined and walked away.

- I was watching a video on my laptop in my room. It was off a website and it was about children who supposedly had some sort of super powers. It mostly consist of children aged about 12-13 waving their arms around trying to make something happen.

Two scenes stood out. The first was an animal getting hit by a buffalo but the first animal didn’t care or seem to notice it was being attacked. The second was the last scene and it had a small African boy aged probably about 14.

He was wearing a faded green shirt and faded blue jeans. He had symbols that covered all of his body and clothes. One symbol stood out from the rest. It was on the side of his face and it was slightly glowing green. It looked like this.



He had lots of different symbols on him. He tried to do a Kamehameha wave from dragon ball Z and a few other moves I didn't recognise. While doing all this he was talking about the world ending. He then suddenly stopped and looked directly into the camera. It felt like he was then talking to me directly. He then said “Hey you. Trust me”.

My alarm the went off just as he said that and I woke up.

6;30am Thiusday 24-Jan-woke out of a dream.

I was married to a mediteranian looking hansom man around 25 years old. He needed to kill a man for government. But the taget had a good wife so my husband posponed the killing. I PUT ON A Coat then a rain coat off an open rack. I coulden't reach so my husbant passed them down to me. The first thing he passed down to me was a lihht purple dress but I was dressed and just wanted the coat and rain coate..

Putting them on was interesting as it was a bit difficult. Once on the coat turned to ... solid clay ... like protective to bulets or something.

then my very good lookng movie star looking husbaned asked what we could do for the day. He said "Do you want to do "Darts"?." I wondered if he meant, go to a pub and play a game of darts. But he said Denzel Washington is in that movie "Darts".

I said "yes.

First we went to see friends of his.

They were doing something with the inside of his throat. I could see vocal cords and a healthy, pink throat.

The dream began in the night with him already my husband and him needing to kill a bad-man for work. He didn't do it because the bad-mans wife was there. Then it was dawn, we hadn't slept and werenot tired. He asked me what do I want to do. He recommended seeing the movie "Darts" it had Denzel Washington in it. First we went to see a frien of his who looked into his throught. (EOD)

Date: January 23, 2013 ||| Time Block: 2:00 AM to 10:00 AM ||| Length: 10 minutes. ||| Lucidity: level 3/2/1. ||| Entry Type: DILD ||| Major Methods: BAT

Methods: lay in bed for the night; conceptualized going "deeper into the darkness" (of my vision) while repeating the alphabet mentally, but then was thinking about other stuff and accidentally fell asleep.

Summary: I don't remember what happened, (I was interrupted from recollecting), but I distinctly remember plugging my nose for some reason and realizing I was dreaming, waking up and getting close to or succeeding in doing a DEILD, and one small clip from what I think was a non-lucid dream in which I entered a hallway with a group and saw that a PBS group was there using many parallel rooms for movies and tests and stuff, and I didn't want our group to be too loud and wake them up or disturb them.

NON LUCID
*Chatting with the mixed girl from my job.
*In a chinese mall browsing a vitiman shop.
*Ghetto fist fight with perry randle.

There was the princess and she sent me and a few other people on mission of some kind, when we were back the place(a building of some kind) apparently was captured by enemies, half of the people went to think up the way to get in silent way, while the other half got to prepare weapons and break in after. I was in 'weapons' group.
I don't remember much what happened between, but now i and two more people were in some room that was made from ice, there was grate in the floor so we could see room below, there was wagon coming that was driven by some humanoid lions. In a bit i noticed that those are not humanoid lions, but the stealth group was apparently somehow carrying live lions of them and hiding in the wagon in a way that it looked like it was piloted by humanoid lions(how the...).
After that one of group that i was in noticed some weird mechanic thing in a wall, dunno why but we decided to destroy it. We were using some kind of grenades that more looked like lumps of coal or something, also i had a few of yellow glowing grenades. One of people who were in group used some magic potion to set up station that increased damage that our grenades dealt, the 'station' looked like some yellow substance splashed on some random ice formation that was coming out of the floor. Touching it made yellow substance stick to my hands, and after that grenades that i threw indeed became more powerful. The mechanical thing had way too much hp, so i decided to use the yellow glowing grenades, explosions from them were amazing and huge, but the mechanical thing was still there. Dream ended shortly after that.

Lucid
I get out of bed and go outside. I'm completely convinced I'm awake until I step out into the yard. Everything is vivid, the grass is green like it's turned to spring, and it's warm outside. A storm is building overhead but it doesn't feel like a threat, I prefer the rain. I go over to investigate the giant hole in the neighbor's yard, there's a pile of dirt like a mole trail. When I get closer I realize there's a huge crab, two feet wide at least, in the dirt. It's dead.
I see another pile of dirt by the mailbox, along with another dead crab. I frown.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"
I decide I can do whatever I want, so I go exploring. In the dream (unlike real life) in place of the house next to mine is what looks like a barn, all dark weathered wood, almost looked burnt. I go inside and look around. I take advantage of my unusual clarity. Usually in lucid dreams it's hard for me to hold on to a scene, almost like if I move it starts to break apart. I feel rooted in this dream and I'm full of energy. I spin in a circle, taking in my surroundings.
There are shelves on the far wall, all painted white and full of interesting objects. There are 3 tiered circular racks (almost like 3 round tables stacked atop each other), also full of things. There are freestanding shelves with more random objects. I lean close to a shelf, looking at everything on it. The only thing that makes any sense is a green glass puff perfume bottle.
(http://image0-rubylane.s3.amazonaws....RL-2846.1L.jpg kind of like that only oval shaped)
I hear noises from outside, of the family that owns the barn coming home. I hear the door open and I move quickly over to a small window with a piece of mdf over it. Written on the front are the words "Check the trap below before using." I wonder what kind of trap is below the window, but I don't want them to see me.
At the same time, I'm not worried if they'll see me. My lucidity is tenuous but I know I am in plain sight and they are not reacting. I kick out the mdf board and crawl through the window and drop down to the grass. I see the trap the sign warned about, but there's nothing in it. A huge badger (about the size of a collie) glances at me and then at the trap, then leaves. (I am a lot of dreams where I exit a building through a window...)

There's a racing track outside, the whole family is riding bikes. Kind of. The father is riding this big vehicle...bike thing that has a standing platform on the side for the little kids.

In the beginning of the dream I'm driving. The highway is pressed up against the foot of a cliff, we stop at a stoplight and the street sign overhead says "Disneyland". We talk about how they can't believe they built a park here, in the middle of nowhere, and wonder what it'll be like.

I'm running across a frozen beach, heading toward the water. I'm rushing to catch the boat to the amusement park. I have to wade through the water and it's ridiculously cold. There's a small lapse and I'm on the boat. The people running the boat don't seem human. There's a woman explaining to me that they live out on the ice, that it's so cold they can no longer keep their children. I see a crying blue baby left out by the water. They hope that someday the cruelty of the Northern Gods will allow them to return to the known world and once more have children.
I look past her and see a woman, I know she's a queen by her bearing, when I first see her she is finely dressed. I glance away and look at her again and she's wearing a crown. The others eye her distrustfully, she had picked up one of the babies from the ice and is holding it. They believe she's defying the will of the gods.

We reach the park. Like many dreams, this place feels like it's inside and outside at once. There are walls and a floor, but the sky is open. There are tables everywhere, and a wrought-iron fence bordering the activities area. I know I'm supposed to meet my family. I don't see dad anywhere, but he's the only one who doesn't know about my misfortune and I wanted to tell him before we all sat down to dinner. I go into the dining area and find my sister sitting at a table. I try to explain that I need to find dad but she's having trouble hearing me.


Mario and Peach(?)
I'm watching a scene from above. Mario (full-on cartoon Mario) walks around a corner, he's looking for his wife. Peach is standing there but she's a brunette and she's dressed all in red. As Mario walks his appearance changes, and becomes more like a real person. He's not Mario at all but a king, and his wife is the queen from the boat. She tells him she's pregnant but she's worried about his reaction because they haven't been intimate in a long time. She's afraid he'll think she's cheated.
Her worries are unfounded, he believes her immediately and supplies a new theory. Now they're standing in a cave etched with glyphs and lit by torches.
"Have you considered that maybe this is the will of the Northern Gods? You crossed their waters, and while they are cruel to the Ice Dwellers, they have always first been gods of fertility."

This dream started with me lying in bed. I wasn't sleeping so I got out of bed and tried to walk down the hall. I felt a little dizzy, kind of like when you get up too fast or you're not fully awake yet, so it was difficult to walk at first. I think it was this feeling that made me really look around at the situation. Everything was dimly lit so it had a bluish grey quality, but I could still see well. As I started down the hallway I suddenly knew I was dreaming.

I was excited at my discovery at first and it felt like it might slip away, so I concentrated on keeping calm. The hallway I was walking down was very wide and made of stairs that gradually went down. The stairs were so wide that I would walk maybe four feet before I would step down the next one. There was a small landing and it turned the other direction still heading down. Since they were so wide, and I knew I was dreaming now, I decided to try to fly down them since it would be faster and more fun. I kind of lifted my feet up and spread out my arms but I only succeeded in floating down closer to the stairs and having to walk again. I remember thinking that I must not really believe I could do it or it would have happened.

Since I still felt a little fragile (might lose lucidity) I stopped on a landing a little way down and just tried to meditate for a while. I closed my eyes while standing and just concentrated on my breathing for a short while. I always do this with my palms facing forward for some reason but it seems to help. After a few moments I felt more secure in lucidity and moved on.

Looking around I realized that this area was all outside, which might be why everything seemed dimly lit. I didn't see any specific lights anywhere, but sometimes you can see outside when it's night. It's hard to remember details now (I had this dream around 3:00 am and didn't write it down right away) but I remember a bunch of different platforms and similar stairs. There were many different directions you could go. Off in the distance a short way I saw a pool of water. It was very clear, blue and clean, and it was lit from within so it really stood out in the darkness. I think there may have been some trees around it or something; anyway, it looked very inviting and I wanted to get there.

I walked down the stairs again in that direction and eventually had to start back up again to get to the pool. I tried to envision each step taking me closer faster and it worked really well again like it did in my last LD. When I finally got to it, the light was out in the pool. Everything was so dark I could barely see in front of me. I laid down and put my hand in the place where I thought the water would be and it felt really warm. I just laid there moving my hand around in the water and wondering if I should get in. I wanted to, but everything had gone dark and I've never really liked getting into water that I can't see the bottom of.
I decide to go in anyway. I know it's a dream and I had seen how clear and clean it had looked, and I just feel compelled to go into this water.

Since the water is flush with the ground (an in-ground pool) I kind of just push myself in from my belly. It feels really warm and nice in the pool. I let myself float further down and then turn myself around so I can see the top of the water. The dim light has returned above so I can see the water rippling above me. It looks really pretty. Since it's a dream I know I should be able to breath down here so I try it and it and I can breath fine. I let myself float all the way to the bottom of the pool and just lay there on my back looking up at the top of the water. It feels so nice and quite down here, and everything looks so pretty that I decide to stay awhile. For some reason I get the feeling that someone is looking for me and maybe I should go above, but a deeper feeling knows I should stay. I can hear myself breathing and feel the water supporting my body all around me. Everything is so calm and peaceful and I don't think of anything, I just float there for what seems like a long time.

After a while I see lights above and know that the person looking for me is above. There seem to be two people, I think it was a guy and a girl. They look down in the water at me and I know they must think I'm dead because I've been down here so long. It's difficult for me not to laugh since I know I can breath just fine. I decide to just lay there and let them think what they will for a moment. One of them jumps in to get me and before they can get any distance I can't help myself from smiling and laughing. They look surprised and stop their decent in the water and just look at me. I just keep laughing and I come up out of the water.

I think I lose lucidity at this point because I don't remember much more. I remember seeing a jeep that belonged to the girl, it's what they drove up in. There was a windy dirt road that lead up to the pool. It was still night but seemed a little brighter like it might be dawn soon. Otherwise, that's the last thing I remember.

Three Showdowns
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (right brain)

I'm standing with some people when a zombie Frankenstein's monster grabs me and throws me violently against the wall. Then it begins to choke me, still pushing me against the wall. I punch it in the head and manage to knock it back a step and evade it's clutches. But the frankenstein monster is not alone, there is also a zombie, and a zombie werewolf.

The people with me have weapons like swords, so I just evade the monsters and leave the killing to those better equipped to deal with it. Once they've dispatched their monsters, I'm still left with my three attackers. They tell me that I have to defeat them myself.

I run around dodging and landing big hay makers when I can. It takes a long time, but eventually I kill one of them. Then another. With only one monster left, I can focus on my assault more and finish him off more quickly than the others.

Victorious, we discover this is the first of three monster encounters we have to defeat for some reason that is unclear. The second fight occurs on the river in my home town on a set of rapids known as "Lovers". We're able to work together to defeat this single creature. Once it falls, huge banks of stone rise up out of the water, changing how the water flows and sending a violent torrent of water rushing towards us. I lead my part to safety, narrowly avoiding being washed away.

Now, on to the third fight! But I notice we are all unarmed, so I take everyone to my house to gear up. I pull out a sword, a machetee, throwing knives, a fire poke, a large crow bar and some metal pipes. Armed and ready, we hop on a school bus to our third fight, but on the bus I notice our weapons are gone again.

On the bus, a young Bevan is sitting across from us acting like a retard, and I lose patience and call him one. His face changes into a monkey monster, somehow tied to the evil we are fighting, and I get up and sit at the front of the bus next to some friends. Chris sees some guy on the street eating some kind of chocolate bar he's never seen before and exclaims "OMG! [name of chocolate bar]". Next thing I know they are outside the bus in front of a store eating one.

We arrive at our final location, a large hotel. As we walk towards it, large structures and statues rise up from the ground changing our immediate landscape into something like an ancient temple. Again, I'm annoyed with our lack of weapons, but it's too late now. The final showdown is about to begin!

Dammit, I woke up before the final battle!

I'm walking. I'm not sure if it's me or someone else but I am in 1st person poing of view, and i'm walking down this road. It's daytime. I go inside this house through the front door. I can hear to people talking. I think this lady was a neighbor around my neighborhood, and for some reason I wanted to talk to her. She might also just be a stranger. I go inside someones house and I see her talking to someone outside. The woman inside is about 30- 40 years old. I can't see the person she's talking to outside, but I know it's a male by his voice. after a few short moments, she turns around and i'm right in her sights. I quickly try to think of something. I forgot why I came (i forgot in the dream why I came in the house) so I just started babbling things, and I swear it looked like she didn't hear a thing I said. My 1st thought was that she was deaf and blind. From my thought in the dream, I can assume that she wasn't my neighbor, or atleast that I wasn't acquainted with her. I try talking to her again, but she still couldn't hear me. I realized something. When I 1st came in there, she was talking to a man, so she can't be deaf atleast. I'm sure she isn't blind either. I also try to to move tings around but she doesnt even notice. I figured out that she can't see me. One of the worst feeling caught tover me. the feeling of loneliness. No, not even that. the feeling of non existence. I think I figured that I died. I felt so claustrophobic in that room. I sped out the house through the front door. While I was out, I was thinking if it was even possible to assume that I died. I don't remember dying. That being said I don't remember where I was before while ago. I walk down the road a little more. ~my alarm in real rings and I wake up in my bed~.

Normally my dreams make sense in some sort of way, even if they are far fetched, I can usually read them as if they are from a film or story. However, I had a nap of about two hours two evenings ago. My boyfriend was laid in bed with me. I hardly ever talk or move about whilst sleeping. However, I had a dream that frightened me and at the time made me feel a great deal of anger. I have a neighbour living behind me and we have never seen eye to eye. During my dream, I feel that she was looking at me and saying hateful things. During this dream I then spoke to my boyfriend whilst sleeping and told him that Janis (neighbour) isn't very nice to me and isn't very nice to me. My partner asked me if he should go and have a word with her and I said yes and then he asked if he should go and "knock her out" (as a joke), I said yes. He asked me why and I said because she smells of Tushrooms. He then went to kiss me and I told him he smells of Tushrooms. I don't have a clue what Tushrooms are! I carried on sleeping and then my boyfriend tried to wake me up. At this point I started to lash out at him violently (something I have never ever done before) and started telling him to say hello to the lemon. I do not remember any of this dream, violence or conversation other than the lemon part. I remember seeing an orange but saying lemon. I only know about this whole stupid dream and sleep talk after my boyfriend told me.

I know this dream probably has no meaning, I think I was just in a deep sleep or something, so no harsh comments. Just keeping this as a journal for my own reference.

Fixer Upper
Seemed like this fragment was toward the end of a longer dream that I don't recall. I'm moving into a new house with coworkers. They have found a place and take me with the realtor to see it. I realize it is my old house on Daisetta. But I don't say this right away. In the living room is my old furniture, now very worn and dirty. In the backyard, it looks like a mudslide. The hill of dirt has overflown the retaining wall and piles of dirt have spilled into the yard. The swimming pool is have full of sandy dirty. The tiles on the pool lip are mostly broken and gone. I wonder if I should say that I know this place. I wonder if I should ask what happened. My coworkers don't seem to mind all the damage. They are talking with the realtor like it's a "fixer upper".