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I am in mid job search, and yet I dreamed a dream affirming my current job that the work we do matters, that the data we pull is valuable to those requesting it.

The thing is that I cannot shake the memory that I wrote another dream journal entry last night, but there is not other. Did I DJ in a dream? it's possible.

Dream recall from today's nap. Was going to find something to do TOTM but dream ended too unexpectedly.

As was in my bed, going for WILD attempt, headphones were behaving weird.
Eventually i fall asleep and wake up in my bed, and i know that i am dreaming, there are like ten hands holding me and i am not able to move much, and then somebody materializes in the air and falls onto me.
I wake up, but forget to do an RC, family was trying to distract me but i decide not to move much and attempt to WILD again.
I wake up, knowing that i am dreaming again, and i take off headphones to confirm it and yes, i can hear binaurals. I get up and get a weird feeling like somebody tries really hard to wake me up. I stay calm and rub hands, soon the feeling goes away. Interestingly the room is very dark, but it's the daytime outside. I go to the balcony door, it's closed. I ram it a couple of times like i did previously when it was closed, and it opens.
I fly outside and i feel wings, i fly straight and on the way i accidentally manage to go into third person view somehow for a second, I think about it and then recall that i wanted to take a look at wings. I reach some kind of park, with a small river, and in flight i decide to try going into third person view on purpose this time. I manage to do it but for some reason i couldn't hold it for long enough to look in detail, though i recall wings being somewhat greenish, also they looked weird and i didn't figured out what type of wings that was.
I continue flying around and surprise random DCs, then i am flying below some kind of tent, flight was slow for some reason, and i decide to try to do transformation into a dragon once again. I concentrate on visualizing it but accidentally close eyes, i get some weird sensation, like i am becoming longer or something but then dream fades out before i can open eyes.
I wake up, then in few seconds i wake up properly.

The first thing I remember was being with a hot girl and we were naked. Her friend came over and we messed around. I got both of their names, and I was called over to an area. We had to sift through crap to find these very rare seeds which looked like strawberry seeds. However the two were called away by someone leaving me by myself. Sometime later I was called for lunch. The cafeteria was in complete disarray. I got a chicken sandwhich without a top bun.
Later I out on the school grounds and see a small school bus. I get in and see a kid banging his face on the seat. The driver was enclosed in a yellow foam roll cage, and wore a bandanna. We take off and turn right, and I tell him to let us escape the prison-school. We are stopped by two cop cars, some hummers, helicopters, ect. I get out and start running to the cop cars, away from the school on an empty three-lane highway. I see the students in a line and the president of the school is making an announcement. He lists the top kids of the school, including the two girls.
Later we are in a sort of obstacle course. I figured if I complete these easy tasks I would gain rep, and talk to the two girls. I complete the first two, on the third I chug a bottle of tomato juice , and jump. I fail two more times and on the third I grab a hold of a rope, and strain to pull my self up. I got 3/4 the way up then fell.
Had a FA, thought I was in bed with eyes closed, and sun trying to pass through. I changed the color, the my dad threw me a pair of boots from a stairwell.

Practices: ADA, RRC, WILD
Pre-bed: small piece of chicken and a cup of apple juice.
My stomach hurt pretty badly last night (unrelated to the food).
Set my intent for lucid goals (taste something, crush a rock into a diamond, go eat lunch with some friends).

#1 - It's snowy and I think I may be a little kid. I'm not sure. I live in an arctic environment. My house is made of wood and snow. We might be fighting someone - I don't remember. I remember something about bosses (as in, video game bosses) and people hiding underneath the snow that would pop up and attack you.

Woke up. My stomach still hurts. Used the bathroom.

#2 - I am in a check-out line chatting with another person in line. We're talking about Grand Theft Auto. I'm telling him about a mod someone made where you basically drive around as Simba from The Lion King. You don't have hands or anything, you just drive around the city as a lion. During the dream, I think it's hysterical because I'm imagining all the reactions people would have to a lion just chilling in a convertible at a stop light.

I wake up. I have to use the bathroom, and my stomach still hurts. I lie back down and begin WILD techniques.

This WILD, I did not have any HI and I did not feel the onset of REM atonia. I used to but it seems like lately I just don't pay attention or filter it out. I don't continue repeating my mantra while making a serious attempt at WILD because it actually distracts me too much. Sometimes I visualize and sometimes I don't, depending on how much I feel it's distracting rather than helping. This morning, I did not visualize.

I get a "lapse" in the middle of my WILD where I feel like I do lose lucidity, but my mind is so alert for any kind of dreams or dreamlets that as soon as a dream starts it will grab my attention again. So I actually do zone out for a while during most of my successful WILDs and I feel like it's why they're successful - you actually have to let your mind wander and dream to have a dream in the first place.

A "flash" catches my attention - a brief but super-clear and fully formed dreamlet. Normally they shock me awake because they come with zero warning - it instantly goes from blackness to a fully-formed landscape. Since I've been working on not letting them startle me, though, I was able to 'grab' this one:

I am in a basement bedroom of some sort. It's very clean, with white walls. I'm standing on the bed. There is a small window high above me that is letting sunlight in. The window frame is made of dark wood.

I bounce up and down on the bed, peering out of the window. It is a brilliant fall day outside and the trees are vivid red and orange. There are leaves all over the ground; some dried and brown, others still brightly colored.

I haul myself through the window frame, ignoring the glass and making it insubstantial. Even though it ought to be too small for me to fit through, I still manage to wriggle through it. The sunlight is super bright and temporarily blinds me with a lense-flare effect as I haul myself out of the window well.

"LEEEEAAAAAAVES!" I crow triumphantly and plow into a pile of red and orange leaves. I roll around in them, kicking my legs and sending a whirlwind of leaves all over the place. I flop my arms around in them and rub my face in them. I remember my lucid goal and begin enthusiastically shoving leaves into my mouth. They are very thin and papery and taste like stale crackers, with a hint of glue. I sit up and spit out a mouthful of leaves. I wake up.

My lucid self cracks me up sometimes. I'm in complete control of my faculties, but I'm so enthusiastic about absolutely everything.