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In the first one, he just came to my birthday party. I remember giving him a big ol hug (the only kind of hug you CAN give to a beasty piece of meat like that), and saying something like "Nothing makes a little girl happier at her birthday party than when her favorite celebrity shows up!" He said "awwwwwww," and I remember my head was chest-level to him (he's 6'7" or something), and I could hear the "awwww" rumbling in his chest. THen he pushed me to the ground and we started making out. As the dream faded, so did he, until I was left holding a book. I don't remember anything about the book, except that when I opened it to the copyright page, all the way at the bottom, filling the tiny sketch of a dragon, it said "Ophelia Productions." I was left with the feeling that Kevin knew this, and he would find me again. Then I woke up.

Sure enough, I had another nonlucid where Danny and I went to Kevin's wedding. Now, in real life, Kevin Durand is on my celebrity card (you know, the only person you're allowed to cheat on your spouse with.. Danny's is Sandra Bullock). Anyway, throughout this whole dream, Kevin and I are walking around the church, prior to the wedding, holding hands. And I'm thinking to myself, "this is ok, because he's on my celebrity card." But then it starts to dawn on me that probably Kevin's wife to be isn't going to be so accepting lol. At one point we go check on her, and I shake her hand and meet her. This seems to have a fucked up effect on Kevin, because he gets really flustered and kinda sweaty, like he suddenly got a fever. So I took him to another room, fanned his face with a magazine, and wiped his sweaty hair from his brow. I asked him if he was alright, but he was pretty unresponsive. Too bad because he looked good in his tux, minus the jacket. He sat on a cardboard box full of fruit, and started playing with the fruit, when I woke up.


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I dreamt about the girl of my dreams apparently, it was something like a slideshow of our life together you know... About how i meet her, how i mimic everything she does to show her my affection, she sees that ofcourse, i behave like a nerveous trainwreck, but she still loves me. At a certain point i get better and our whole life becomes this sunset fairytale, where we hold each other tight, look into our eyes drunk with love and ofcourse kiss like there's no tommorow, my whole life i spent with her... In the beginning when i met her i was seeing the whole thing 3rd and rather than me there was this hella awkward guy. (Guess that'd be me in a different form) So i approached her at a bus stop and tried to talk to her, upon not succeding i just asked for a hug and she gave me one, i saw myself jump around filled with joy, after that it was the happiest moments and only that... but it isn't so vivid anymore...

Anyways, dream life goes on and i find myself in this wierd art classroom with only like 8 or 10 desks and a wardrobe shelf (yep) in the corner of the room. I had stolen a painting and everyone thought it was mine, so ofcourse i accepted the praise and whatnot, but i had acctually stolen the painting from an abandoned house.
After that a teacher came to me and started giving me shit about some other thing and i threw my coffee at him in the presence of the whole class. He didn't do anything about it he just dissapeared...
I went to the wardrobe shelf thingy at the corner of the room to put my stuff in it, but only not on the acctual shelf, but a mini shelf attached to the side of the whole thing. Then i looked to the side and i saw that girl... i think she smiled at me. Then we started cleaning the whole room and putting up christmas decorations. After we were done, two teachers came in and started commenting on how they thought we couldn't do it and they were very proud. I looked at my right again and i saw her smiling at me... Then i woke up and did a WBTB (unsuccesfull)

Now it's my birthday, not the exact date, but a couple of days earlier and i'm having a party at my house. I'm waiting for people to tell me happy birthday, so i could correct them, but no one seems to even know that they're at my party... No wonder, my guests are no other than Kris and his friends (not really friends in the waking life) I'm standing in the kitchen and no one's there so i decide to go upstairs and check around. I see a light coming from my room, so i go there. I see Kris and he says "Congrats man! You chose the right room!" And we begin a tour of every room of my own house, while they are rhyming and singing and opening doors and i see people in the rooms doing exactly what Kris is rhyming about. At one point he was rhyming about an old man with a rubber dick, so you know that was fucked up...
So the whole thing turns out to be like a birthday present for me. At the end of the tour we end up in my basement and upon opening the door i saw three corridors. To the left was a corridor full of ugly chicks, the one on the right there was that girl... taking a shower, and in the middle corridor there was this like conference room, with a conference desk and everything only it was situated on clouds and there were like 6-9 people sitting on both sides and a guy sitting in the master seat or whatever.There are mini clouds infront of everyone sitting there on the left they are greenish and on the right black. For some really idiotic reason i choose to go to the middle room instead of the right one, where the girl of my dreams is... so those people at the conference room start talking about destroying earth and stuff and before they could finish their demonic plan i was back at the entrance to my basement, then Kris asked me which room i chose and i told him. He called me a moron and i woke up...

So last night I had a dream that someone got into my car and was trying to mug me I was aggressive at first and came at him like I was going to attack him then he pulled out a knife I then acted as if I was giving in and then I grabbed his knife and pulled out one of my own that was sitting in my center console and proceeded to stab him in the neck over and over again... I pushed him out of my car and he bled out and died on the ground...very violent dream, any ideas on what this dream could have possibly meant? oh and I thought this was real for at least 30 minutes after I woke up, it was a very realistic feeling dream!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #172: Bedroom Mirror

I either DILD or WILD into a scene where I'm walking with my oldest son E across a parking lot. There are only a few cars here but there are a huge number of DCs wandering around. It looks like the parking lot is immediately adjacent to an Olympic pool that's surrounded by a high chainlink fence, so I decide to head that way.

As we're walking along, I spy my friend F. He and E haven't gotten to see each other in person for a while, so I think it'd be fun to have their DCs interact. "Hey F!" I say. "We're heading for the pool. Walk with us."

"Sure thing, man!" he says and immediately bolts off ahead of me, hopping around like a kid. Each of his "hops" have him bounding around about 6 feet up in the air. Meanwhile E stays obediently close by, and I find the role reversal amusing.

Walking all the way to the pool takes a distressingly long time and I start feeling like I'm overcommiting to this one scenario. I see it through, though, and when we get to the pool, E and F start running around. There are a lot of people here and the two of them are quickly lost in the crowd. I think I could find them again if I put my mind to it, but I decide to just flow into a different set of goals. I notice a football stadium a ways off past the pool, so I fly over to that to investigate, thinking I can make the switch of stadium to Colosseum for Task of the Year.

I land in a broad, grassy field near the stadium. The crowd's even thicker here but one extremely attractive woman catches my eye as she walks past. She's Asian, about 30, and strangely dressed, wearing a long, purple, velvety coat that reaches down to her knees. For a moment I return to my Colosseum idea but just can't get the DC off of my mind, so I decide to spend some time with her instead.

When I turn back she's still, looking at me with a bit of confusion. I explain what I have in mind and she nods slowly, her eyes narrowing in concentration as if it's really hard to make sense of what I'm saying. But eventually she gets the picture and approaches me. We make out for a second and then we fly off together to get away from the crowd.

Somehow we wind up in a huge, elegant, marbled bedroom and very vivid sexytime begins. After about a minute or so of great fun, I notice that there’s a large, angled mirror on part of the wall, and I check whether I can see us in it. In the mirror I see another couple doing the same thing we’re doing, but they’re completely different people (an Asian male and a totally different Asian female.) The woman from the mirror and I stare at each other in shock and amusement for a moment.

I notice another mirror on a different part of the wall and when I check it I see an entirely new scene -- it’s the same couple from the other mirror, now grown old and sitting together on a bench, their hands clasped together. The old couple shares a laugh and look into each other’s eyes as the dream ends.

Major rise in confidence during this dream! Got an animal transformation, Advanced TotM, and was getting there on a Task of the Year, too. Thanks to NewArtemis for the dream control suggestions!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #171: I Am the Wolf

I have a false awakening that places me in my bed at home next to Wife. All of the lights are on and she's fiddling around with some papers in bed, something to do with my new business. "Oh good, you're awake," she says. I grumble about how unhappy I am that this is the case.

"Sorry," she responds, "but we really need to work on this." I whine that it should be able to wait until the morning and that I was trying to have a lucid dream. She turns back to the papers, not bothering me any further. I'm a little worried that I was rude and have maybe pissed her off, but I decide to just take my chance while I can. I roll onto my side and begin my mantra of "The world is yours". I'm shocked to find that almost immediately I start a WILD transition. (Obviously just an in-dream WILD, but I didn't realize it at the time.)

In the transition state, my dream hands are grasping at something rough that's rolling by beneath me. I grasp at it and start clawing my way along. A gravel surface comes into view. It seems like I'm floating while climbing a ladder made out of gravel that's been crudely mortared together. After a bit, the scene solidifies and the gravel becomes a path. There's one more odd little jump as gravity takes hold and now I'm walking along the path in a full-formed scene.

It's dawn and I'm on a path that cuts through a park, not far from a street. Most of the DCs are dressed like it's chilly but it feels mild to me. I remember my intention to be extra confident in this dream and I start shouting my intentions at the passerby. "I can do anything I want! This is all mine!" I shout, interspersing lots of profanity and generally sounding like a total nutjob.

I remember Task of the Month to turn into a white wolf, hide in the snow, and hunt down a meal. I still feel all crazy from my mantra and the insane confidence I had at the start of this dream. I shout in a booming voice that's not my own that "I AM THE WOLF!" Immediately my hands curl into white paws. I practice running a bit on all fours and it's not bad! I kind of get the sense that I'm sort of bent over like a loping hunchback / werewolf thing but hey, close enough!

I go on a brief, profanity-laced tirade about how there's a bunch of snow to my right, and yep there it is. I hop my little wolf-feet into it and crouch down, looking to my left for some prey. Immediately I spy two potential targets: the closest is a large skunk and the other is an orange, semi-spherical alien thing with tentacles. The skunk's closer and the alien makes me a bit nervous, so I pounce on the skunk.

My teeth rip into him and I tear a big chunk away. Fortunately none of this is bloody but the skunk stares at me in shock. The skunk meat tastes atrocious. It's like chewing on a fart. I can't remember whether I'm supposed to eat the whole animal so I take another bite. This time it's more gummy and tasteless at first but after a bit of chewing, nope, this bite's all farty-tasting too. I hope this is good enough because I've had enough of being a carnivore.

I allow myself to change back into a human and walk further into the park. I come to three identical stone buildings with opaque green windows, standing side by side. I think of the Colosseum Task of the Year and shout that the building which leads to the Colosseum needs to light up. No immediate result, so another attempt, more yelly and with more profanity does the trick and the middle building's door lights up.

I move through a series of three automatic glass doors where a steady stream of children is walking in the opposite direction. I say that the kids need to get out of the way and DC parents appear from out of nowhere to pull them to the side as I pass. I emerge in a restaurant area filled with DCs enjoying a meal. An Indian man in his early 40s is playing on a slot machine against the left wall and he turns to look at me with an expression of surprise.

I push through the back door out into the early morning next to a crumbling sports arena. It's huge and looks a lot like the Colosseum apart from some weird details like the rebar that's sticking out of the top of it. I fly up toward the top and as a gust of wind carries me sideways away from where I want to be, I shout and mutter that "this is my world", and things get back on track.

I come over the top of the stadium to see that inside it looks like a grassy version of the Circus Maximus! There's even a little chariot racing by itself around the track. I know I can make this work, so I fly down toward the field, shouting that down there will be someone for me to fight. Before I'm even halfway down, though, the dream ends.

Sale at Home Depot
I'm shopping at Home Depot, looking at what's left of the sale items. A lot of the good sales are either over or have sod out. I overhear a nearby employee talking about the $1000 bonus that all the Home Depot employees will be receiving after their shift is over. Listening further, it turns out that this is the second half of their Christmas bonus, so they're actually all getting a total of $2000. I try not to be jealous, but I think how nice it would be to have an extra couple thousand dollars to spend. I remind myself that I got a good bonus earlier in the year, and that it was welcome, even if it did have to go to home repairs and not to anything fun.

Now I'm sitting at a table near the cash registers, talking with my in-laws. A cashier is talking about taking spicy peas (like wasabi peas, but not called that) on vacation, because when they're dropped into the water they "bloom" and make amazing, beautiful patterns, showing what the underwater currents are doing. I think this sounds neat, but unfortunately it wouldn't work at our normal vacation spot, where the water is always cloudy. The cashier says he(?) vacations in Colorado, where the water is always clear. I think the water there must also always be cold, but I don't say anything. The cashier goes on to say that something similar can be done with a certain kind of peanut, but it's hard to find. Someone at my table says that they're easy to make. Now, we have a tray filled with peanuts, ketchup, mustard, and some kind of spice powder. Something has gone wrong; the peanuts are supposed to end up dry, but this batch is completely drowned in the ketchup and mustard. It's really pretty disgusting. A couple of peanuts get knocked on the floor; as I reach over to pick them up, I hear the cashier muttering something about this not being right.

Now I'm wandering the aisles looking for something or someone. The shelving units are too high for me to see the tops. Now I'm talking with another employee, asking him about the thing I need to buy. I tell him I'm interested in a particular color; he says he's not sure where they are, but he'll go get another guy who's more familiar with this product, and they'll find some and bring them out to me so I can pick the one with the color I like. As he goes through an employees-only door, he seems to wave for me to follow. I don't want to get in trouble for going somewhere I shouldn't, but he's now rounded a corner so I can't ask if he really meant for me to follow. I poke my head through the door and look around and see that I'm very close to another customer area. I take a quick shortcut through the employees area back to the other customer area, hoping this is what he meant.


MacGyver and tribal people
I'm watching MacGyver as he sneaks around some kind of hi-tech facility. Everything is brightly lit and very white, and the hallways are lightly curved. He comes across a room with what look like odd stones (long and narrow rectangles with the corners cut off) across the threshold of the doorway. He uses a piece of some kind of card to touch the stones, shoving the card down into the stones' frame. Something shorts out, and he steps into the room, explaining that his card made out of ???? was able to short out the force field generators (the stones). A man and a woman, dressed in lab coats, are huddling in the room. They're very glad to see Mac, but they say that a third guy was recently taken to become some kind of slave. They're glad Mac has saved them from the same fate, but they'd like him to go rescue their friend. I have a vision of a man stripped to his underclothes, hands tied behind his back, kneeling in a shallow rocky creek.

Now I'm standing at the back of a large group of tribal people. We're in the middle of an open field with a light scattering of tall, skinny apple trees. Some of the taller men in the group are picking apples off of nearby trees to give to others around them. I'm tempted to ask for an apple myself, but I'm too shy to go up to them. A rather large middle-aged woman is standing near an apple tree, telling some kind of story she thinks is both highly amusing and also very informative, though to my ears it's neither. She says she was talking to someone and pointed out "There's an apple." When her companion agreed, she said it again, and again, until he was very confused as to why she was talking about it - isn't it obvious that there are apples on the tree? She goes on to explain that when she said "There's an apple," what she really meant was what an amazing process it was for an apple to fall into the ground, a new tree to grow up, and an apple to form on the new tree. I look more closely at her and realize that her clothes don't cover as much as they should. I move behind a taller man in the group to block my view, not wanting to make it obvious that I don't want to look at her.

Now I'm around a nearby bend in the terrain. I know the other group is near, but I can't see or hear them. There's another group, this one not tribal, all very well dressed and proper. I see a well-groomed, well-dressed tribal man near a young girl. He sidles up to me and whispers that she may be the apple or the tree, then returns to her side. I realize he was the third man in the room who was taken to be a slave. He seems to be her caretaker, and he seems very content in his role and very fond of her. Now I'm back with the tribal group. I pull aside a guy I know and give him the other guy's message. He looks confused, so I tell him I think it means the girl is going to turn out alright. The tribal people hate the other group, so he scoffs at the idea that any of them could ever turn out to be all right.

Now I'm back to watching MacGyver, watching the third part of a three part episode. I think it's strange that the third part is only half the length of the other two parts. I see an SUV that's fallen into a deep pool, though it hasn't yet sunk because it caught on the rocks just right. There's something about a contestant nearly dying because he tried to be flashy, attaching a distraction explosive to the car instead of doing it the simple way. I see someone attach a rounded red cylinder to the SUV's handle, shaking it, almost making it sink. Now I see something about a large alien ship. It's sending out a slowly rotating laser beam, a solid "plane" of light going out along the long axis of the ship. It makes a complete rotation around the ship every few hours, and anyone in its way has to take shelter. I realize that if I only watch the first one and a half episodes of this three parter, the laser won't have reached me, and I can do that as often as I want; but it seems a shame not to finish the story, so I may have to brave the laser.

and im procrastinating.
but my dreams have tended to be absolutely bizarre and slightly negative lately.
i have had a number of "trying to wake up really hard but i can't" dreams. and false awakenings.
i also am really aggressive in a lot of dreams, like the one i had with matt when he randomly visited me and i was all pissed bc he shouldnt break our vow to not talk, but then after i felt really bad about it bc i was a bitch. and also the one where i was pissed at alex for prompting me to go to AA. OH SHIT and i had this marathon dream where i was literally a homeless boy and i was like ... ok it's way too complicated to even begin to describe but it involved this surreal video game type car thing like the rainbow infinity level in mario where u drive that little cart around on the rainbow lane and its so easy to fall off and if u do u fall in space, which is all in the background. basically i was pissed at amanda in that dream too, she's still in my dreams often and still as weird as ever in them

i am lovin the surreality (which is the art i'm studying in art history, probably prompting it) bc its fukin bizarre and interesting and outta this worldddd yo

barely lucid lately. slight moments mainly with flying.

i really should not be writing this bc of my final in several hours but this ones pretty damn weird....

so me alex mom and mom's whole side of the family were on vacation in hawaii. alex me and the clot boys were playing a super smash bros type game or some videogame. they were drinking and alex had straight up vodka and was drunk, which never happens in real life so it was weird. anyway so jeff was drunk too and he was like trying to do something weird with this box of wine that involved carrying it and throwing it really hard. to make it easier for the person who had to complete that task, he shook the box and broke all the bottles n i guess that made it better i dont fukin know. so then alex goes to grab the box and throw it, but i was like "wait but theres broken glass sticking out of that!!!" but he didnt care bc he was drunk and then he picked it up and then it fell on top of his hand.

alex looked with a horrified look at this forearm- it was broken off, his hand was gone, and there was this little plastic knob like barbies have when u break off their head. i thought that was weird but nonetheless we all were horrified for a moment and didnt know what to do and mom was screaming oh and joanie was there and then i was like WE NEED TO GO TO THE ER!! NOW and i randomly just pulled this fire alarm and i guess we happened to be in a hospital, such a subtle convenient dream switch, and rushed him over.

in the end he was fine but idk if his arm was broken off. dad told him he needs to go to AA. i was pissed bc Dad forced me to go bc mom and dad thought it would be "inevitable" so i might as well go with him. i was pissed at alex for doing that to me. they gave me an AA schedule for the week and said i need to go once a week. i freaked out and was like "IM NOT GONNA LEARN ANYTHING I HAVENT ALREADY LEARNED IV BEEN TO THOUSANDS OF FUCKIN MTGS!" and basically just went off on this tirade about how i dont need it and blablabla.

i think i lost that fight. then there was this whole portion of the dream where i wanted ranch and ketchup for this mass in n out fries order for the whole fam. i found ranch in the kitchen and was worried about the expiration date bc it looked gross but it said "expires 2064" on it so i was like damn i guess its new n fresh. i was mad that i didnt think to ask the person that ordered in n out for extra sauce... but in the end i made it work.

ari was also in the dream and she was trying to find me a swimsuit from her collection or something.

I'm in front of a pretty decent house in the suburbs with a slanted driveway and a manicured front yard. It's getting to be the evening or so, and as I'm walking down the street on the sidewalk, what looks like a middle-aged addict wants me to go with her. She's dressed in a style that would not be out of place in a trailer park summer BBQ. I don't recall her face, though, but I "know" it's the face of a casino-lounging smoker. I politely decline and keep walking.

After walking some more, I turn around and get a view of the street I just walked, and it is indeed a picturesque sub-urban neighborhood filled with relatively upscale houses and good looking yards -- suburbia hell, basically.

I see a younger, short, and slightly overweight blonde, just as "down home" style as the addict above. Again, can't see her face, but I "know" she has on way too much make-up. She asks me to marry her so she can have children, but asked in a way that's so sad that I think she's being forced. I politely decline, and tell her about adopting foster kids. She has never heard of this concept, and leaves very excited. She disappears into the back of the crowded train.

Yes, somehow, I'm on a pretty swank looking train now. People are dressed in formal-casual wear, except in a 20's style. It's well-lit, and way more spacious than a train. If not for Dream Knowledge that I'm on a train, I'd think I'm on a cruise ship or something. Oddly, all the vendors here use a point system to sell their things. Bottled water is worth something like 15-1600 points. Egg(s), though, costs a ridiculous 9999999 points on a big deli board menu in the middle of the train.

I spot C and Z, friends from high school i haven't seen since, in benches or pews on the train. I hop over some benches to go say hi, along the way seeing the younger woman again, only now she looks like Clara from Back to the Future III, complete with hair-color change. She seems happier. Don't know if she adopted her baby, though.

12.8:
I think I was exploring some sort of long-ago transit tunnel system. I think I'm treasure hunting for ancient technology, and I'm in a modern setting. I go exploring, and the tunnel slowly becomes more and more natural and cave like. I end up in an underground lake with natural lighting that shoots down in streaks.

12.7:
I definitely remember eating things, but that's all I can remember.

I woke up at a classroom where it was time to go to my next class, which was Biology.
I went to the bathroom to do no.2 and there was no stalls so I just went ahead and did it anyways I don't know why. I looked around for a bit and saw some of my classmates come into the bathroom to chat with me. I thought to myself "Is this normal?" but I never got Lucid
When I was done, I went out and saw my friend waiting at the door for me and we just went to Biology class.
On the way, I met these two people i've never seen before ask me if They could ditch their class to stay with us in Bio class. I said sure .
When we got there, the class wasn't open, There was no one in the classroom. Our P.E. teacher then came out of nowhere and said some thing like "Our Bio teacher isn't here because she already left to a different school so for this class period, You can just walk around and do whatever you want for an hour and then go to your next class." In the dream, somehow I knew that our teacher was leaving, but when I woke up, It sounded pretty weird. So we just went and walked around and then I woke up.

My friend and I were going to this one spot to do something I forgot.
When we reached there, we were just enjoying ourselves, swimming, eating, etc.
In a little while, I think it was that my friend wanted to live there forever, but I didn't want to so I stole his boat to get back to civilization.
Next thing I know, when I came back, He was trying to find me and kill me for some reason. I had to hide anywhere I can to hide from him.
In a little bit I woke up.

Morning of December 9, 2013. Monday.



In my dream, it seems to be the last day of middle school, possibly not the last day of the grade but prior to a supposed spring break, involving only sixth to eighth grade classes though I seem to be the oldest and with the highest level of authority in some sort of “commander” role. The part of the “school” we are in (which I perceive as probably being only about a quarter of the size of my real school in conscious afterthought) seems more like a slightly familiar grocery store in some areas, as the larger room is set out with mostly empty aisles similar to a grocery store (and running east to west with us in the west area of the building) but also with sections within the shelf areas that have tables or chairs or openings depending on the section. The northernmost shelf, behind the end section, has a table with my computer set up and with a (fictional) 3-D printer closer to the end section.

Instead of trying to manipulate my dream in my full lucidity, I feel confident enough to remain mentally passive and see what happens (as I already had full control of my martial arts dream that came before this one). The group of students within my dream, mostly male, seems to be of a pretend paramilitary group involved in war games. However, there are no replica weapons, maps, or other aspects at my dream’s beginning point. Our teachers have apparently already left for the day earlier this morning. I continue to have the most authority though am still just another student it seems.

A seemingly familiar classmate in shabby greenish-gray loose-fitting clothing and of a dull-witted visage hands me a (I assume) replica Beretta M1934 (very dark matte blue), apparently from the tall narrow locker in a room through a doorway to the northwest corner. The trigger on the Beretta M1934 seems to be facing the wrong way (the crescent shape pointing towards the user), but I am uncertain of the implications - it would probably still work the same way, as everything else seems correct. (This event may have been influenced by thoughts on the new humidifier we bought in real life, in it having two buttons switched around relative to their functions though it still works). In being annoyed that a dream character had the audacity to try to get the “war games” started on terms other than mine, I mentally transform the pistol into a construct of nougat of the exact same shape and immediately proceed to eat the sweet, wonderful-tasting bluish-colored nougat - at least about twenty-five percent of it. I place it on my table and say “irrelevant” and tell him to go home, which he does a bit reluctantly.



Soon, I start to pull out maps from near the table and place them on the ends of the aisles. The one farthest to the south (all focus here is on the western ends of the aisles and there are at least four) is quite large, with at least six creases and is vertically narrower. It looks the most complex and colorful yet also seems to relate to some sort of Celtic legend or fantasy, possibly relevant to a recently released computer RPG, the implications of which start to bore me. Many of the students (including at least two unknown females) seem more interested in this than the other maps and supposed plans. It seems, though, the majority would still prefer a World War II scenario in the war games, although there are different opinions expressed from time to time, including from a couple students continuously contradicting themselves relative to their interests.

I try to get things going a little better, as there are only a few hours left on this last day before spring break, yet no one is really in costume yet either, so engaging in war games with only the person (with no uniform) and nothing else seems a bit pointless. I ask one person what they would like and they tell me “a blue machine gun”. I go over to my computer and start to type “blue machine gun” so that my 3-D printer will create one. This seems to be going fine as I type b, l, u - but then the keyboard blows up in my face in flame and smoke. There seems to be a clever but unexpected play on “blew” and “blue”, and I am really annoyed by this pun altering my intent. However, I keep going without wanting any of the other dream characters to notice my frustration. There is not much left of my computer keyboard and most of its keys are now missing (but mostly only as if removed for cleaning as there does not appear to be much fire damage), leaving mostly only a hollow space in its center area. The keys that are still on my keyboard and possibly usable are the ones with the least frequency, such as Z, Q, X, J, K, and a few others. I stoically pretend to type “blue machine gun” on the missing keys and mentally force the 3-D printer to come on and create the blue machine gun anyway. I test it and it is one of those toy machine guns that makes a sort of repetitive clacking sound. As I hand the toy weapon to the student, the barrel support turns black. “No, all blue, you imbecile,” I say to the toy weapon, and it changes back, but only for a few seconds, then returns to being all blue except for the barrel support area. Still, the fellow student seems very happy with it and runs off.

I go back to make more items that may be put to use but there is a small isolated adapter on the table related to the monitor and which seems to be open and exposing capacitors and wiring. It soon starts to sizzle, catch on fire, and make a lot of black smoke. I unplug everything. A few people notice my mishaps. Still - I mentally will everything to work without being plugged in while not even pretending to use the computer keyboard at that point. No one comments on (or even seems to care or notice much) me using my equipment without electricity.

I then consider if vehicles will be needed for our war games. I ask another student what sort of vehicle he wants and after seeming to think awhile on it, he says “a road”. I am annoyed and tell him that a road is not a vehicle and am not sure if anything will ever get started before this day ends.

Soon, many of the other students start singing the old Freakies Cereal song (from 1974), which for some reason, has been stuck in my head lately (relative to research for another dream). Apparently, I am now “Boss Moss”. “Make sure you spell it right!” I yell as the real-life song response phrase as they are all singing and leaving via the eastern doorway and then wandering about on the streets in random pursuit of each other. “Wait!” I yell, “that’s not very bright to say spell it right” (doing a dancing rhyme) “it should be ‘make sure you spell it CORRECTLY!’" No one cares, and most are still using “invisible” (imaginary) weapons - and falling over pretending to die and quickly getting up again and zigzagging north up the streets and sidewalks as my dream begins to break up and lose focus with the song still ringing in my head yet with a sense of the beginning of summer (which contradicts the implied season in the first part of my dream).

non lucid
*I attended some strange hindu festival. I was given advice that when you are worried chant your mantra.
*I stood on a house built on a river. I thought this could break any second then it did.
*I dreamt in anime style mixed with the realism of reality.

LUCID
*There was allot that happened before this but I will start here. While exploring the dream neighborhood I thought task of the month! I started to searching this house I was next to but nothing. The house was dark and kind of creepy. Then I walked around outside for a bit enjoying the bright beautiful day. There was a point were I just extended my hands to my side doing circles while being mindful the warm sun, great feeling! Then I notice an older Indian lady walking up to her house. I ran up to her saying, can you give me a gift? She is Yes!, then took off her necklace to give to me. The necklace had three diamonds in it. After that I felt extremely close to her, we held hands and took a walk. I didn't wanna be away from her. It's like we were best friends. It wasn't necessarily lustful but there was something passionate about it .