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i drempt i was at an AA dance with lots of people. i remember cade being there along with some otha niggas from my college. they were making a music video which was actually very high quality. impressed i asked who filmed it. cade claimed credit. so later i got behind the stage hearing someone say "you can make a big entrance this way" but then i quickly shuffled of the side stairs.

anyway later i was running across a 4 way street and i had the feeling of intoxication. i remember thinking something like "you don't need drugs to make you crazy" when i came to i was at a restaurant with this crazy chick who took like 12 red capsules in her orange juice. she drank it down criticizing me for not trying the beverage

lastly i think i was at a school like at a football practice or something, but it was a public school and i was happy no one recognized me from serra

Weell - I have - after a while for the first time again - journalled per dictation.
Starts with me saying something like mice with bollocks are a means to get lucid..?
Hm.
Will not make a guide on that..

Followed by some more incomprehensible mumblings - then I fell asleep with the micro on - I have a light snore from time to time - otherwise I know now how I breathe in sleep - for imitation-purposes.
Edit: No sleep-talk on that recording - wanted to try and see if I could catch some with micro - quality was quite good actually!
Then after 2 hours of that I woke up - and dictated more - thought, it had been a lot - nope.

Worst of all - I had a lucid moment - with handlooking - and they were almost perfect - maybe from doing handlooking in the day again after a while - but the number of fingers changed on counting.
So. That is all and everything I remember about it.
Also on my own and not from dictation of course - but no connection to anything else - and it only shortly survived the RC.

One dream is so that I can remember it more or less - will leave stuff out though - I have remembered it now after listening to it - so I hope that will be enough.

The main thing was - I had a little hut/house on wheels and could put it where ever I wanted - and had interactions with several real life people.
Mostly positive - some stress also.

I had visualized a darts-venue, I was at on Sunday - and a board - when going to sleep.
Still no lucid darting - buut - I did play darts.
So incubation does work.
Had a board on the outside of my little wooden home - and at a time missed the whole board and smashed in one of my own windows.

Well - there is loads of room for improvement there!

2. [Non-Lucid]
My little sister (4 year old) was being naughty so i proceeded to tell her off, she then starts sulking at that fact, the girl next to her (probably same age) starts flinging clumps of wet dirt into some sort of caravan.

I then reversed into a living room where my aunt was sat on the sofa eating sandwiches, in front of her is a long clear plastic tube stood up with sandwiches stacked inside it, there appears to be something different in the bottom of the tube but I couldn't quite see what it was.

non lucid
*At a party or get together of some sort my friend Ebu said hey I am about to smoke a cigarette yall. He said who wants to go? Then I raised my hand and said they do. He said dude why do you have to speak for them. Then I sat on the couch talking to my brother and one of my good friends andre.

Some of you may recall that I posted an entry called "Mixup Shooter" awhile back. It was about a video game that combined elements from a bunch of other video games. Well I swear I dreamt once more about that same game, but this time, Rather than being single player, I was playing with other people. The game was divided into three rounds.

Round 1:

Somebody that I was playing with stated that we were going to start off slow, just an FFA deathmatch. We spawn into this world that is sort of like a large square grassy feild, perhaps about a thousand foot on edge square. There is a large high cliff to keep anyone from going outside of the map. There are some rolling hills and high tech looking structures that can be used for cover.
I can't really recall too many details of the first fight, but I do know that I played very well and some other players were accusing me of cheating. Though for good reason, My default weapon was this black rifle with this computer screen on it that displayed how much ammo I had left (like the AR in Halo.)

Round 2:

Same map, but now we're on teams. This causes large tower-like bases to appear built into the sides of the cliffs in opposite sides of the map. Also, some more players join in.
I enter my own team's base and find what looks like a teleporter pad. When I step onto it, I am teleported to the top of our base. There are a few windows that overlook the map, and a pile of guns. All of the guns looked pretty much the same, only with minor variations. They were made of this white metal material and had a blue energy conduit running down the sides. (Once more a cool sci-fi design.)
I swap this for my default gun, and it turns out to be an effective sniper. I kill everyone on the enemy team. The match ends and I get more accusations that I was cheating. I try to convince the other players that I was playing fairly.

Round 3:

Everyone drops out of the party, leaving me and one or two other guys who were on my team. They are acting as though they are good friends with me. We decide to play against bots.
We go into that same map again. And I find myself under attack by tiny tanks. (I kid you not this game had tanks that were about a foot in length.) I shoot them and they die almost instantly. But I soon learn you can just step on them to destroy them. I get into the swing of jumping on tiny tanks and crushing them.
We come under attack by these robots with machineguns and missile silos. These enemies are alot tougher and they can take out alot of your health if your not careful. I start fighting them as well, but somehow (even though this is a first person shooter game) enter third person and realize that I am one of these robots. But like an upgraded version that is tougher, moves faster, and has more weapons.
I fight of the enemy robots one or two at a time, along with dozens of the miniature tanks. The final wave has three of the enemy mechs coming at once. I manage to destroy all of them. We "win" the match and my two friends congratulate me.

Lunch with ATLA.

I really need to re-watch this series. I was trying to WBTB, but I lost focus and started thinking more about what I wanted to do in dream control rather than actually becoming lucid. I thought about bending the elements, then went into thinking about this show as the dream started.
So this was an interesting thing, I actually got to see the dream begin, as my thoughts and imagery in my mind's eye became a dream. As the dream became fully formed, I realized I was in the drugstore in my town, but it had been converted into this really fancy oriental restaurant. The image in my head of all the characters melded into the dream and they became real people. (cool) So we had Aang, Zuko, Katara, Sokka and Toph.
We all sat at this big round table at the center of the restaurant. Someone came and took our orders, but we never actually got food. Nobody seemed that interested in talking. I asked why everyone was so quiet.
In turn they each stated some issue with their lives that they had. (Some of these issues were more focused around conflicts that actually happened in the show, but others were more random. Zuko complained about... well it's going to go unmentioned. That unspeakable monstrosity of a movie. He didn't like that it was making the avatar series look bad.) So I guess this was supposed to be some kind of strange fourth wall joke.
I talked with Zuko first and told him that I knew that that movie sucked, and anyone who was a real fan of the show thought that movie was crap too. That was pretty much it, he felt better and smiled at me.
I talked with Aang next. I can't even recall what his dilemma was, but it took me much longer to counsel him out of it. But eventually, he to started feeling better. Sokka's big issue had to do with an inferiority complex. (Like in the show, he's one of the only characters who can't control an element.) His was difficult to talk out of, but I did get there after awhile.
Katara had some problem, but (enter dream logic) the only way I could help her with it was if we talked about it over the phone. So I had to step outside, then call her (because enter more dream logic; Katara who lives in that world's equivalent of the 1800's has a cell phone and knows how to use it.)
So then came the part where I stood outside the restaurant for ten minutes helping a fictional character work out her issues. It was something along the lines of not fitting in with the others. Just as I thought her issue had been resolved, I was going back to see Toph, but I woke up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I was in Vienna, Austria and accidentally bumped in with my guru. We were pleasantly surprised with the encounter. He invited me along, we didn't talk much but we promenated through gardens and a couple of other beautiful places, antique shops, etc. I stayed with him until he had a public talk later on and when I prepared to sit in the audience he invited me to sit by his side, on the stage. I was honoured and in panic at the same time. It brought up a lot of jealousy towards me, especially from some of his female students.
As I stayed with him for the next days, a war started between some of his closest students, to kick me out and get to my place. Although I was not feeling obsessed with keeping it per se, I felt like I wanted to prolong this honour as long as possible in order to be blessed with more teachings from my guru.
At some point two of the girls laid down in bed with him for the night. The next day it was my birthday and some friends had organized a party for me, so I went to say goodbye as I was leaving. He didn't want me to go, but they totally wanted to see me go, so they got up and took me to the bathroom where they confronted me, insulted me and made me feel unwanted. I did not want to fight but I felt sad that my guru was allowing them to bully me. I knew that he knew, but he was not interfering in any way. I felt discouraged.
While in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and decided to tide up myself, put on some make up, before going to the party, but the girls were not happy yet and continued insulting me, saying it was worthless, that I looked cheap and uninteresting no matter what, that I certainly had bought my dress on a retailer with coupons and what not. I started to feel really angry and I fought back, I insulted them to and I remember telling to the leading girl that I had another coupon for her, for a quick upgrade course on being a bitch.
That's when my guru appeared again, at the door looking at us, and all of a sudden I didn't feel angry anymore. I decided to let go of the emotions, to allow myself be filled with pure peace of mind and to let it expand out to everyone around me. Then the girls started freaking out and exploded into a hundred snake-dragons flying out in all directions. Then, there was only silence and nothingness.

1. Possibly Lucid/No Control
I'm sitting in a car on the back seat next to my eldest sister and i'm like almost cuddling her because we are sat so close together, her hair {either brunette or darkish brown} was flowing onto me.
Now i'm in some sort of classroom with my sister still, shes on her laptop, so i go over to her and look at the screen and she is on facebook, I asked "are you still friends with him?" (an ex-friend of mine who suddenly became interested in her so I literally told him NOPE!) she replied "He deleted his facebook".
Suddenly he is sat against the wall behind a table to our left {wearing a grey jumper with big red letters on the front} and starts blurting out rubbish (don't know what he said).

All i can remember is a big pile say yay 1 metre high of clothing and undies at the end of my feet whilst in my bed... Pretty weird

Morning of January 8, 2014. Wednesday.



This is one of those “glowing” dreams (I use the name, as it reminds me of the song “Glow Worm” that my father used to perform, which also used the word “glimmer”) - a type of dream in which everything (even people) seems to be translucent and having light within as well as a viable sensation of bliss and pleasure (both physical and spiritual) - a sort of residual “glimmer” effect in consciousness even for about twenty minutes after waking. These dreams usually seem more multicolored (or of “wrong color”) than so-called ordinary dreams as well. I usually have at least one of these a week since earliest memory but they are often too detailed (or “epic”) or elusive to write about online.

There are two sections to this “glow dream” - the first section relates to being in an unfamiliar seafood restaurant after hours which has about five round tables in one area (although the chairs are not turned up over the tables as would likely be the case in real life if closed - or perhaps I am the janitor and have not completed my work yet). There is an oil painting in a fancy wider wooden frame on the wall, seemingly from the 1800s and of a lobster (recurring). I am trying to determine if it is holding carnations in its claws, as I am not fully lucid (but perhaps twenty-five percent aware). An unknown female is to my right, possibly a “higher entity” or self-reinvented tulpa, though her eyes are copper-colored (slightly shiny and “vibrating” like a “jumping mirror”) sometimes more towards scintillating orange, almost with an unusual revolving and morphing effect (this seems to be directly related to the “kaleidoscope eyes” effect that John Lennon wrote about in “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”). I become aware of a very complex (in terms of the weave) cloth that makes up her white dress, somewhat like a herringbone pattern but with implied alternating directions. There seems to be tiny silvery “flashes” in certain threads here and there, somewhat like the effect of fish scales in sunlight. “Lobster,” I say casually. “What does it mean?” I am speaking more to myself than anyone listening in. There is a sort of feminine giggle, which I realize is my wife - as related to a cassette tape of about twenty years ago (which I listened to again recently), which brings a very blissful sensation, body-wide.

After a time, I find myself in an area outdoors on a white sand beach, but near a jagged bluish-gray (almost metallic) boulder-based area to my right (when facing the ocean). It seems to be near an outdoor restaurant or resort, but the two larger rectangular tables are unlikely set out fairly far from any building and “too close” to the ocean, perhaps (compared to how it would be in real life). I see a very pleasing feminine form moving towards me. It has the “standard” glow dream property of showing several frames of movement at the same time, sort of like moving holographic images superimposed in a linear continuity. Each form seems to be wearing a different erotic outfit (some extremely complex and jewel or tassel-covered) until it stabilizes. It turns out to be a younger version of my wife in a hula skirt (and a lei) of all things, so I assume we are in Hawaii. “Lobsters,” I say, raising a glass I suddenly find in my hand. “Lobsters,” she affirms cheerfully. I focus on lobsters…

Soon, we get our “lobster”. However, it is not actually a lobster but a waist-high sort of dingy robot with hook hands held out horizontally in front of him (for some reason, I get fleeting impressions of a person in a wheelchair with this scene). I get a very strong impression that the robot is confused (but somehow fully human) and that the hook hands represent his status as being in “question mode” - the hook hands (darker/“dirty” silver) being just like question marks - which come out from a larger grayish “arm tube”. These thoughts and realizations last for quite some time, at least five minutes or more. The poor little robot meanders around. It approaches my wife and tries to touch or pull her golden and white lei (which matches her golden and white variegated hula skirt), but cannot come anywhere near reaching that high. It makes very odd baby gurgles and puppy yelping sounds, but with very metallic and hollow tones, reminding me vaguely of R2D2 from “Star Wars”. It continues to meander around and bump into tables (sometimes backing up and bumping into the same table several times as if malfunctioning). We laugh about its random and “confused” state.

I realize more fully that its intent is to express itself in a somewhat diluted “average human” way and it wants to write a revisionist history of me, its “target”. I feel no ill-will as such (though I sometimes do, depending on the environment and in-dream mood, but in this case, it is hard, if not impossible, to be annoyed while in a state of bliss), and even show it to a table and hand it a pencil from the drinking straw (red and white candy cane style with that “accordion-bellows” section for bending down) holder.

“Gack gack gack gack gack,” it writes neatly (but in all uppercase letters). “That’s nice!” I pat the robot on the head and it “barks” and “gurgles” out of seeming frustration of not writing what it intended. It continues to write “gack gack gack” over the page (it is holding the pencil with the hook hand and a thinner section that comes out from the bottom of the tube arm for grip and reminds me of an old-style metallic adjustable table lamp). Finally, it wiggles its arms and leaves the table and “barks” in more loud frustration. Soon, its head seems to be a small model observatory and a telescope comes out and moves about as if it is examining the sky. “It’s spacing out,” affirms my wife, followed by laughter. There are about six other people around, male and female. The robot staggers around - reminding me of a typical drunk in public in their usual discombobulated or drunken stupor that I see all the time on my street.

Finally, I am served lobster on a bed of lettuce. The poor little robot comes over and starts throwing an electrical tantrum, because the lobster is his “brother” (I make the main association with lobster claws and the robot’s hooked hands as well as the exoskeleton). He begins to emit thin smoke, somewhat like the smoke from a cigarette and “barks” and “growls”. Everyone laughs. “This robot thinks it is part of nature and is as far from nature or natural consciousness as something can be,” I say slowly, after about three or four practice attempts. The robot gets very “angry” and spins around, going too close to the rocky area, and falling over and crashing down into the less dense area of the boulders (with a few final somewhat disturbing truncated “barks” and “squeals”). There is a loud sputtering sound, somewhat like a sequence of cheap dud “puffy” caps from a cheap toy cap gun but louder, and a heavier smoke rises. “Nice going, _”. I call him by name, as I become more aware and recognize who he is (or symbolizes). I feel sort of sad that the robot has “died” in such a seemingly purposeless and careless manner and ponder what went wrong in its little robot path in life.

I sit down at the table. Oddly, a nuclear explosion occurs (to the right when looking out at the ocean) being a result of the robot remains (some sort of mechanical nucleus) exploding, but without effect other than causing us to be transparent and skeletal (as with an X-ray) for a very short time before returning to normal. Nothing seems damaged or even moved as we watch the mushroom cloud. “They call it a mushroom cloud…but I think it looks much more like cauliflower,” I say casually (with a brief flash of a lobster holding a small cauliflower head in each claw). One older female is standing in an elegant silvery dress (the only one standing at that point - everyone else is seated at the two tables). “Humans…” she says (ironically in regards to the robot), doing a single quick side-to-side head shake.

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I have added “precognitive” due to some interesting connections with a post that came shortly after mine as well as adding the “dream journal synchronicity” tag.

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Morning of January 8, 2014. Wednesday.



I am in a large building, somewhat like a composite between a residential house and a warehouse, but with library features. There are computers set up here and there near mostly corners.

There is a war going on to the north - which seems a bit “off” as it seems to imply two cultures setting off bombs and such in the same area of where each are otherwise living. It also seems a bit like a part of the north-side of La Crosse. I watch 1940s USA military aircraft fly overheard, dropping strange small doughnut-shaped explosives everywhere, even near their own men, but it is mostly the enemies that are killed. I even see a large loom very close to the building I am in, with about three bodies hanging from it and a couple on the ground. Somehow the loom was supposedly being used to make weapons (which makes little sense). The characters remind me a little of ones from a version of “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves”.

Now and then, there is a slight concern that the bombs will be “too close” to the building, but it is not that much of a worry - and some of the computers seem to be for targeting.

Eventually, a soldier comes in with Usama bin Laden (FBI-based spelling) aka “Osama” (supposedly deceased). In my dream, though, he has a long white beard, yet seems younger. He blows strange “raspberries” at me as a bored, obnoxious child would do. I go into a different room to get something for one of the soldiers and Osama throws four tiny (fictional) “hand grenades” directly at me that he had hidden in his loose garments, so small as to hardly notice the weight hitting me. The soldiers back up, because the explosives are supposedly the most powerful ever made (which means Osama is suicidal here, I guess). They are much like watch batteries (or possibly actually are watch batteries turned into miniature but powerful bombs) with a hole through the center and adhesive on one side (to stick to the clothes of the target, I guess, but not very feasible in the real world due to extremely small surface area), but I note they are also similar to the doughnut-shaped bombs that the airplanes were dropping only much smaller.

I am somewhat annoyed but just fling my arms around, making the “grenades” return to the sender, or rather near his feet. He looks a bit annoyed and surprised at the same time. There is one left on my left arm, which I also fling back. There are no explosions - apparently they only go off when remaining on the target for a certain amount of time (as I believe was the case with the airplane bombs - giving certain soldiers time to make a run for it). There does seem to be a bit of urgency for a short time, but no drama ensues. He is then taken away by the soldiers to be executed. (It is also possible that what he threw at me were I Ching coins, as he briefly seemed to have a Chinese appearance.)

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I'm using a tea cup to catch rain that contains some kind of power.

There's a very important (possibly sacred) torch that I was meant to do something with (I have a vague impression of something involving the sky) but, while standing at the edge of a cliff, I've managed to drop the torch, and I'm watching it fall into the waves and go out. "Oops."

A group of five people in a car, on a road trip. They stop at a sushi place and one of them goes off to try to pick up a woman he saw outside. Two of the others say something, sheepish, about how they've been hitting the 'family' note a little too much on this trip, it must have freaked him out, and now he's proving to himself how unattached to them he is. They don't mind.

There's a portrait, tall and very narrow, of a woman standing in front of a Buddhist grave marker. The woman who was the subject of the portrait is standing in front of the painting, looking at it. A strange reptile-like creature steps out of the painting of the grave, and I know this is her dead son.

There's a memory gap - next fragment I remember clearly is in a dark space with three exits, an entrance to an afterlife, and the woman's talking with her son, who now looks more or less as he did in life - human - although there are shadows clinging to him in a shape suggesting a tail, and he's standing halfway in one of those three exits, with flames around his feet. They'd been saying something about how that exit's not for her, after she tried to hug him and he stopped her. She says, "Mommas hurt, darling. Men die." Then she vanishes.

So after several nights of crappy sleep and poor recall it is finally back to almost normal. May have been some of the meds I was taking not sure though. I remember at least 3 or 4 separate dreams, unfortunately no lucids.

1. Doing yard work in my back yard. A DC was watering spots of the yard in no systematic order at all. My daughter found something in the yard that was small and inside the grass. I looked and saw a sort of snail and I sprinkled some salt around and on it. It seemed to grow bigger as I messed with it. I used a stick or carrot or something and put it by its mouth which it latched and grew bigger and bigger. it started coming at me a bit trying to get my arms and at me in general. ended up being the size of a medium/large snake which I grabbed and threw down a hill in my yard towards the neighbors fence, which it rolled under and was gone. I headed inside the house and next to the back door was a type of planter box area. it was a wood structure and had 6 or 8 large square cubby holes, each with a different habitat in them. 1 area had gophers another had ants and another termites. I don't remember what others were. I got some termite killer from somewhere and dumped it into the ant part. Some splashed up in my mouth as well as some dirt and I ran into the house and spit in the sink, I got some out of my mouth and realized there was some food being prepared in the sink. Not sure of a transition here so I chalked it up into a different dream.

2. The next few dreams are all scrambled together so not sure if they were all one or not but I will split them up. In a house/hotel, pretty large with 3 or 4 floors. In a foreign country. I had just gotten there and headed out to find something to eat with a few DCs. Wound up at a pizza joint and others were now my family. we had placed our order ahead of time but apparently called the wrong place with our order. the wrong place called the place we were at and told them of this. we wound up getting the pizza and had put some tables together. I ate so much that I made myself sick to my stomach. I went down stairs since now I was in our house and made myself throw it up.

3. Still in foreign place back in hotel. I had set up where I was going to sleep right by the front door on like the desk. I realized this was going to be very loud at night and looked around at the other places around there to sleep. they were all taken up. there was something playing over the intercom system throughout the building, it believe it was a comedy skit or something of that nature. I was trying to find a good place to hear it from but could find no where to sit. The first floor was really crowded so I went up two floors. there were fewer people but all of the tables were taken up. the rooms were very colorful, multiple colors in each room. there was a big window with a cliff/mountain close by that I could see and there were people sitting on it. I headed toward the balcony trying to find a good place to hear the broadcast, it got quieter. I went back in the room and found another room with very few people in it so I sat against a wall on the floor. Later on or even before this I was helping with a group who was getting food together for everyone in the hotel, which was many thousands of people. There was a table area with others prepping the food.

4. Driving with a DC. he was on the phone talking about area we were in, Japan? Over speed bumps and through the streets. when we would up where we were going to a gated area I was driving. I tried to go left through the gate but it was yellow caution taped off. I got close to the tape and others I was with were concerned with what I was doing. I backed up and parked and decided we would just walk into the area and not drive. there were many other people coming in a big line to get in. I was driving an older 80s type pick up truck like a chevy or a GMC which was kinda beat up.

So not a very interesting dream but at least I could remember some of it.

This dream was very different and random. There were several points of transition of which I don't recall, so none of the events can connect at all, but it was still an interesting series of events.

The first dream I briefly recall being inside my grandparents' home. I believe I'm all alone here, that is until I begin investigating the area. I go upstairs and look around for awhile until coming across my grandma's room(which is in a different room than in real life), and I see she is sitting on her bed. I go in to see what she is doing and she informs me she is leaving to go somewhere. I say okay and she leaves. I'm very confused however, as she said she plans on driving, and she doesn't drive.

I don't recall the transition, but the next part of the dream I find myself leaving a building with my family. They all enter the car with the exception of my brother and I and drive off. I'm very upset that they'd leave us here like this, so I pull out a MK3A1 Jackhammer automatic shotgun and fire off a full magazine at the car and then reload it.

They don't come back, so I decide to do what is (not) best. I now aim the shotgun at an approaching car and the driver stops. A woman probably in her mid-twenties steps out with her hands up and runs away screaming. My brother and I get in and I strap in.
"Don't tell Dad about this." I say.
I rest my hand on the gear shift, ready to put the car into drive when I feel a sudden guilt. I tell my brother to get out of the car and we both exit. We begin to run off into the woods near by and come out into a large field. Near by there are some line trees and the street is about fifty yards away. I now hear a sound that would normally not affect me, but right now it is the last thing I want to hear: police sirens. My brother begins running towards the street without me and he runs into the cops immediately. I run to the pine trees to try and get away. The cops are coming from everywhere! There is no escape. I now notice a pine bush and I jump down and try to use it to hide. The dark sky will aid me since I'm wearing a black jacket as well. A few heavily armed policemen now walk by and search around, but to my surprise they cannot find me and move along. I take this opportunity and make a run for it. I find myself on a street under the lights. The road is empty minus a single woman who is standing topless in the road for some reason. Upon seeing me she puts her bra on. I'm hopelessly confused right now, I'm not sure when exactly, but around this time I become lucid. A man now comes by and he begins to have sex with the woman. Feeling slightly uncomfortable I move on and think about what I should do, and then I remember the task of the month. I need to go somewhere I shouldn't be while being invisible. I find a door in the middle of the road. It seems like a pointless door, but I can make it a portal. I now snap my finger and attempt to look at myself. There is only a very thin black outline of myself. I go through the door where there are many women and one man, and they all begin to talk about taking their clothes off. Oh God, yeah I'm definitely out of place. I now walk into the middle of where they're all sitting and they manage to notice me. I see I'm now visible again and I run back outside. I don't recall much more afterwards until I awake.

#262 - WILD - 4:55AM
WBTB 4AM: 4 peppermint green tea bags

I wake from a short non lucid dream and roll over to glance at the clock. I feel really wakeful, but with much effort, I relax my mind enough to get back to sleep. After a few minutes, I start lose my concentration but I notice vibrations and that's enough to pull me back just a bit. I begin to feel really excited and my heart rate increase but I manage to calm myself enough. I focus on the vibes for a moment to maintain the transitional state. After a moment I start trying to "move".

After some effort I suddenly and unexpectedly I roll out of bed landing face first on the floor. I pick myself up but feel something like the sheets attached to my head and back making any movement sluggish. I ignore it the best I can and walk away. After a few steps I feel free but I stagger around like a drunk man.

When I reach the main room, I realize I am totally blind. I decide to combat this by thinking about what the room should look like in the day time. After a few seconds the lights sort of fade in and I see in full vivid color. I am pleased, but also a little surprised this worked so well. I feel like I have gained some equilibrium and begin walking toward the front door. I can't help but notice sunlight filtering in through the blinds as I make my way outside.

When I step out on the porch I notice that it feels very cold even-though all the snow has melted in this version of reality. I don't like this so I shout out loud, "I am impervious to cold!" I am always amazed that I don't talk in my sleep when I shout so I do it few more times paying close attention to the odd sound of it. After the cold fades, I try to remember my goals. The basic TOTM comes to mind; Ask a DC for his or her resolution(s) for the new year. I immediately begin search around for a dream character.

The neighborhood looks way different than normal but I see nothing too crazy. There is a dark brown, old Ford pick-up parked at an unfamiliar house next door. I take a closer look and it appears to be running. As I start walking over, I notice a man sitting in the passenger side. He looks like Cousin Eddie from Lampoon's Vacation but a little chubbier in the face. I become way too excited that I found a DC so quickly and worry that I will wake up before I get close enough to talk to him. Because of the excitement, I deliberately walk slow and calm.

When I reach the truck, the man notices me and smiles. He seems genuinely happy to see me and gets out to greet me. He puts a hand up and we high five, but something odd happens. I get a double vision, like a dream glitch, of him connecting with my hand but also missing and hitting my face. I flinch a little but mostly try to ignore the strangeness. I decide to waste no more time and ask, "So, what's your new year resolution"?
He immediately answers, "Australian zebra zombie apocalypse."
I laugh a little and repeat it back making sure I got it right. He gives me a nod. Amused, but slightly annoyed I say, "Ok. That's not a new year resolution." Then, jokingly add, "you dick." Now, more serious, "No really. What is it?"
His reply was just as confusing as the first. With a flourish of his and ending with pointing at me he says, "Live from New Zebra, It's Saturday Night!"
I give up and just laugh. I play along, "Ok. Before the year's up, I want to see a bunch of zombie zebras from Australia on your porch." I punctuate my demand by making a swirling pointing gesture at this front stoop. I feel like I am done here and start to walk away, but quickly change my mind. I am actually enjoying this too much to leave and I can't think of my other goal. I lean my back on the side of his house as I ask another question, "So, what's going to happen to me today? Anything significant?"
He thinks for a second and begins to speak. but now the dream is fading. I faintly hear him say, "Oh no. Nothing special just...

I wake up.