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Before sleeping i said

"Our Dreaming Mind, give me a dream about kadie's week 1 target"

I just woke out of a dream

It is (6:30 am Thursday 11-Dec) where I live and
It is (12pm Wednesday 10-Dec) where kadie lives.

Dream

I woke-up slowely in a bed with another.
I knew I had to steal that persons bag of metal parts.
Keeping my head on my pillow I kept putting my hand in the bag, grabbing a handfull of spare-parts and placing the spare parts betweem their head and mine, between our pillows.

The other person opened their eyes.
I thought I was sprung (caught in the act of stealing) but they nodded and went back to sleep.

I got up, put my booty in a small bag, covered the parts of a Data or C3PO-like robot with a small thin tea-towel. (Edit: two and then three antennas were poking-up and I was afraid the protruding antennas would get me caught) I went outside. I needed to escape. I was mostly relaxed. Two or 3 girls came to me to confirm the way off the nice prison premises.

But they said that I mustn't try to leave yet. I need to see John.

I walk through an office door and a 40-50 year old heavy-set, kind looking man, stood-up from his desk (with lots of work on it) and gently greeted me.

It felt like his job was to help the many, many inmates of this nice prison to escape. End of dream (eod)

Soooo o o o

My guess is that the 1st kadie target is a pile of ... er... metal junk ... that can be assembled into a Star War's C3PO or a Star Trek's Data.

And

I think I have to lean how to assemble it to get out of this nice prison.

Here is the thread hat inspired my "above" dream.

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http://www.dreamviews.com/beyond-dre...ractice-2.html

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10.12.2014

$330 Bill for breakfast (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My wife in this dream was my girlfriend and she met with someone who was dressed as a hippie and someone who was a very rich guy. My wife and I hanged up with the rich guy, who apparently we were going to have breakfast together and then go out for lunch. After the breakfast, my wife paid the bill and it was a wooping amount of $330.







I was in shock but I figured she did because he was going to pay for lunch, and probably much more expensive.

We went to have lunch and the rich guy just bought some fast food and I was kind of upset... some fancy guy! In addition, he got mad because he could not take the leftovers from the burgers.

There were two additional guys going after me for some reason and I was in a weird bird contest. I was like in a convention, a lot of red carpeting and a lot of people. Despite being very upscale, some areas seemed abandoned and dusty. I somehow started to follow a bird, that was mechanical and was from some female friend I had. I was able to outrun the guys chasing me and our bird ended up in the 210th position out of like 4,000 birds. I reunited from my wife, who was safe and sound.

NON LUCID
*Smoking good ganja.(lol that's I remember)

Two non lucid pieces..

1) Looking in the mirror at myself. I had a very hairy chest (IRL I don't!)

2) A wee older man standing beside me, he told me he had just had an operation on his bits, and now he could urinate brilliantly. As he said this I was drawn to his hand - It looked more like an animal claw and he had a tattoo on his wrist.

the lot...

I guess that dry spell is broken...

I was watching the final episode of Legend of Korra. In it, Aang appears as an old man and everyone asks how this is possible. He says that he faked his own death so that the world could actually have two avatars. (Um... okay, I don't think that it works like that, but it's a dream.) Also, elderly Aang looks just like the way he did as a child save for he has a long beard and bags under his eyes.

He used this energybending move that caused all of these blue orbs to fly everywhere. It had something to do with focus. He would then select one orb that was the move that he wanted to do. He tries to teach the move to Korra, but she doesn't understand it and gets frustrated. (Of course.)

He then decides that he wants to try it on me. The dream shifts to my garage and Aang is a real person now, only he's a kid now and he has hair like in season three. There is a mirror in the garage and I look into it to see what I look like. For some reason my hair is black has all of these dark brown highlights that look like stripes.

Aang wants to try to use energy-bending on me to make me better able to lucid dream. He asks that I cast a magical field to filter off any negative side effects. I hold up my hand and concentrate on creating a feild and nothing happens, but he seems to think its there. Aang then creates dozens of orbs around the room and begins connecting them. He then fires a bluish white ray at me from his hands that causes me to wake up.


I was walking around my subdivision by the lake when I nose pinched and realized I was dreaming. There was some sort of presence that felt very scary or dark in this location so I decided to fly far away. I put my hands down and turned on my flying jets, and focused on a cloud up above. The sky was a rainbow of strange colors going from crimson red to orange to a yucky shade of yellow, with bluish-gray clouds.

As I got closer, I noticed that the cloud didn't look very cloudy. It looked solid. I slowed down and ran my hand along it. It was solid ice; a solid ice cloud! I then noticed what looked like a tunnel into the cloud. I flew into it and eventually met a high-tech looking steel door. I heard a voice on the other end and someone let me in.

...

I was with Marcus, inside his ice cloud base. He explained to me that the base was actually a secret ship and coolant was pumped to the exterior so that the ship would be covered with ice and condensation to disguise it as a cloud. (That's actually a really good idea, assuming you have enough power to keep the ship aloft with all the extra weight.) He was fighting this alien race called the Fraxnor.

Just then an alarm sounded. A fraxnor was in the base. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and started chasing him. There was a plot in play here that this ship/base was very secret and we didn't want anyone fraxnor who found it to get out alive. I started chasing him, he was about seven feet tall, walking on long triple-jointed legs and huge feet. He had two sets of arms, four eyes, and a small ball-gut style body, and he was the yuckiest shade of puke-brown with wrinkly alien skin. And he could run.

He got to his ship, in the hangar. I jumped into a fighter spacecraft and Marcus followed me. We fired on the guy again and again, but his ship was just a hair faster than us and was getting away. A health bar showed up and it would take one more hit to kill this guy.

Then I looked below us. There was a huge war going on, and the original terrain of my subdivision and town had been replaced with a barren planet of craggy rock formations. The yucky yellow sky remained though. There were four or five space warships and hundreds of fighters on each side. Basically a full-on star-wars style battle. But our mission was to get the one who got away.

"We'll never catch him now."

My lucidity refreshed.

"Not like this, we won't!"

I pulled what I assumed was the eject lever and shot out of the space fighter. I broke away from the ejector seat's restraints with brute strength. I looked down at the escaping fighter. Flying jets on, and I shot after him.

This guy was fast, and I really had to gun it to catch him. I've never flown this fast while flying before, and my booster flame sounded less like a flamethrower and more like the whine of a turbojet. I came down into the canyon, on top of the fraxnor's fighter. He looked up out of the canopy at me and opened his mouth. I could assume he was screaming, though I couldn't hear squat.

The dream got blurry at this point, but I think I wrecked his ship. When it crashed, he tried to get out, but I punched him in the face.

Spoiler for violence and bad things in a school:

I was in what felt like my own high school, but it had three floors rather than two. The first thing I recall is all of these people fighting with knives and guns.

I then recall coming across this infirmary area. All of these people are in hospital beds and they all have these really weird and gross ailments. On one cot this really fat guy keeps giving birth to these tiny babies. There are two or three dozen of them laid out on a towel next to him. In another cot this lady has a basketball-sized pimple on her forehead with blood vessels, it almost seemed to pulse. There are some nurses clustered around trying to treat it.

I go downstairs to the first floor and see that there is a school dance going on. The dance was a blue and white theme and there were blue and white balloons everywhere. My parents were there and they wanted me to find a girl and dance with her, but I told them that I would rather just get the heck out of this school.

I then looked around at the dancing crowd. All of the boys were wearing white sparkly speedos and all of the girls had what were basically blue sparkly bikinis. (So don't ask me how this made it past the school dress code, but we already have guns and knives in the school so I guess this goes too.) My parents showed me that they had one of the sparkly speedos for me and told me that if I wanted to dance, I still could.

I was trying to get out of the school by leaving on a school bus. I was talking to this guy who was on the seat behind me. Then somebody fired a tracer round in an attempt to take down a surveillance drone and it grazed the guy in the back of the head. He fell down, but he was probably just shocked, he couldn't have been dead, he wasn't actually hit. I then saw the sniper shooting from the second floor were the window of the school had been broken out. I saw a platoon of tanks rolling up to the school. The whole school was a war zone. There was some explanation to this, that the school had changed its curriculum or something.

Morning of December 10, 2014. Wednesday.



This dream was fairly short but the theme was quite different. In my dream, my wife and family and I seem to be living in either a different house - or what actually seems more like a different version of the house we presently reside in. (I say this because the general orientation feels the same and stays as such after waking in otherwise transient afterthought.)

The house has a hallway that goes from north to south and into an area that is different than reality. The east wall of this fictional hallway is what is ordinarily a large space open to the kitchen. In the left upper corner of the doorway-like area at the south end of the hallway is a rather small birdcage within which is a small bird. It appears somewhat like a young or miniature roadrunner (have not seen one in real life since childhood). The mostly square cage is tipped at about forty-five degrees, so that it actually looks somewhat diamond-shaped.

At one point, I end up with a large (chicken) egg. I have rarely eaten eggs in any form (other than in processed foods of course) in my lifetime. In my dream, after a conversation with my wife, it turns out to be a special sort of egg; a type that is not that common but is still good to eat (and supposedly more beneficial than “normal” eggs).

I decide to eat this special egg due to its supposed augmented nutritious value. Eating is quite rare in my dreams as mentioned before (however, in this dream, both the sense of touch and taste is greatly enhanced). I take the shell off and it already seems like it was hard-boiled even though it was not. The egg white is naturally solid for some reason and I notice it is of a spiny texture. The very minute spines remind me somewhat of a cactus but do not come out or become embedded in my skin as with a cactus pad, yet it feels very realistic for what is implied. It does seem a bit strange and makes me unsure if I should eat that part.

Eventually, I do start to eat all of it and it does not taste unusual (which is atypical of dreams - many tasting events in dreams are odd and different than reality). The inside seems much more like a lily than an egg; that is, with several ovules. This is possibly an implication that several small chicks could somehow hatch from one egg.

Later, I have a concern about the bird having had enough food recently. The cage seems a bit too high for my wife or children to reach and I do not recall feeding it recently. However, when I go under the cage and look up, I see that it has plenty of two types of seeds across one entire side of the cage, one somewhat corn-like, and the other much smaller (roadrunners actually eat meat and carrion, even rattlesnakes). My perspective is skewed, however, as my dream’s logic and law of gravity fails. That is, the seeds are not falling through the spaces of the cage as they should but are somehow suspended in the air over an “invisible surface” (though which is not actually present). I contemplate this wrongness in the back of my mind though it does not fully dawn on me that I am dreaming even though another part of me seems to be telling me that I am making my dream myself and doing this to indicate it is a dream. I also get the idea that when I throw fresh food up into the bird cage through the wire, it will somehow not fall out.



The complex special egg likely represents my intended new enhancements of my dream work in the coming year. Even though I had been continuously fully validated and satisfied years ago via thousands of precognitive and useful dreams and dream work (especially since 1991), I have decided to pursue an enhanced potential in 2015 even though there has been no real need for it for over twenty years other than enhancing what I already know. Usually when I do this, my dreams tend to be more energized yet also more surreal in some ways. Instead of just sitting on the supposed apex of my life (and having resolved most of my childhood dreams), I am sure I can do more.

1. I'm walking down my street and it seems like its about mid-day. The sky is covered in overcast clouds that look like normal clouds and the sun isn't shining through them. I like the shade, so I like overcast too. I look down the street all the way to where my friend Dylan's house is at, and I suddenly see my friend Patrick getting thrown out of Dylan's house by his older brother Jordan. Suddenly, I become Lucid. I realize my abilities so I sprint down to Dylan's house. I ran so fast, faster than I've ran inside of a dream in a long time. It really felt like I was going as fast as the Flash.
Once I got to Dylan's house, Dylan was already outside. I asked him what was going on. He told me something like, "Pat got caught smoking a doobie and he wasn't supposed to go outside because Jordan didn't want anyone outside." I said alright and turned around and decided to explore, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon because I suddenly got the idea of having sex with a hot babe. I walked a few houses down from Dylan's and ran through the front door of a random one story house. This house had light blue bricks and looked pretty fancy.
Once I got inside I ran straight to the back of the house. Already waiting for me was a stunning, sexy blonde in nothing but a pink bikini. "Are you ready to celebrate?" she said followed by a giggle. "Babe, without a doubt" I told her. I ripped off her bikini and enjoyed myself. I kissed her all over and then I put it in. Her body was amazing. She had a tan body and she was pretty fit for a girl. There was one area that I improved with this LD, and that was focusing on the dream and staying in as long as I stayed focused, and it worked. All throughout this dream I would stay aware and focused on what I was doing, and I gave all my attention to the dream. Until my mind started wandering, this worked to keep me in the dream as long as I wanted.
As I continued having sex with the hot blonde, I suddenly heard someone walk through the front door of the house. I stopped and listened and it sounded like someone had just gotten back from the grocery store. Something told me that it was my dad who was now in the house, and even though I was Lucid I didn't want to see him because we argue alot and it kills my vibe. I stopped having sex with the gorgeous blonde and I pulled up my pants and left the house through the back yard. But I didn't leave the blonde completely, I told her, "I'll be back soon babe." She got really happy about that.

2. I was inside of some school, but inside of their gym area. Myself, along with alot of other guys and girls my age were all getting ready to play an intense game of dodgeball-volleyball, it was literally like a mix of the two games. I saw my friend Jacob on the other side, so I knew this was going to be competition. The game started. Immediately balls started flying past my really fast. A ball flys over the net directly to me, I hit it with my hands in a hope to hit it back over the net, but the ball only goes up and hits the ground again on my side. I don't know if I'm out, so I don't get out yet.
"Come on Cory, put in some work." someone told me from behind. I knew now that I had to do good. I spot a green ball in the hands of Jacob on the other side and he throws it at me. The ball goes straight at my chest, and I catch it. "You're out Jacob!". He replies with a dreadful, "I know". The game continues and alot more people actually get out pretty quickly. Now its just me and a few others versing whats left of the other team. I see a guy from my school named Victor and I throw the ball at him. He catches my ball, but flys back and hits the ground while doing so.
I'm a little annoyed now, so as I walk to the sidelines I call Victor a faggot. "Why do you think I'm a faggot?" Victor asked me as he heard me loud and clear. We then got into an entire conversation about how he wasn't what everyone made him up to be. I knew him better than that though, I knew he was good with the ladies and pretty popular too. We talked all the way as we walked together back to the cafeteria, which was far away enough for a good 10 minute conversation. When we finally got back to the cafeteria we said goodbye to each other, did a bro-shake, and went our own ways. Me and Victor were cool now, and I was glad about that.

3. I was inside of some sort of old beaten up building that was dark and filled with alot of dust smoke. I was with 2 other guys. I knew why we were here, we were searching for a certain man to arrest him. We looked around the room for things that he could've left behind. Nobody was in the room besides us, so our investigation was open and ready to do. We all looked around the room, almost immediately I found a yellow lighter in the dust next to my feet. There was so much dust in this room that it looked like the entire floor was covered in a thick layer of sand. I picked up the lighter and my fellow detectives came over and took a look at it.
"This is good, I think I know who the guy is now, but we can't just go outside and arrest him immediately." one of the guys told me. I agreed. The detective then told me that we needed to go take a smoke break, but that the upstairs of this building was better for that. The 3 of us then walked up a staircase to the right of where we were already standing, and once we got to the second floor I was surprised. 75% of the second floor was on fire, just burning in flames. "This is perfect" one of the detectives told me, and he was serious.
We all then got right in the middle of the fire and started inhaling all of the smoke from the flames in an attempt to get high from it. We did this for a while.

I didn't recall anything no even any fragments

Lucid, non-Lucid, Additional Notes

* I don't remember the first part because of it's very distant and didn't last too much. I just remember I became lucid in some ordinary situation and perhaps I was unsuccessfully looking for some lucid sex but didn't have much time before the dream started to fade out to partially wake up and hear the clock of my room for a while...

.../Now I'm walking in some narrow streets looking for my train station when I get to a very steep street that I have to walk sideways to avoid sliding. It reminds me that I use to find these kind of streets just in my dreams. RC confirms it the same way of the first part. I get to the other side where it was supposed to be the train station but there's a sort of street market there. I see a ladder leading to an upper small platform. I decide to go up there but I want to get there playing with some teleportation. I decide I will get in two steps. When I step on it for the second time the ladder sinks until its upper bottom is on my feet. I like my subC joke. I have to climb to reach the top. Now I see some people from above and the street which is wet as it has recently rained. I want to step on the floor changing my size by playing with my perspective. Once again I just teleport stumbling to the ground. This time it's not working, I keep on walking through some stands when I remember there are some TotM but I cannot remember any of them. I have a very long walk trying to remember, but I don't want to focus too much in forcing my memory to come back because of it could destabilize the dream. I decide the memory must come in a natural way. I realize I'm walking inside a house, getting from a room to another and so on. It looks like a neighboring city of my grandparent's town. The last room I get in is a kitchen where there are no more doors to follow. I see some grilled chickens on a table. I remember I like the taste of the grilled skin, so I take the whole skin out of a chicken and put it in my mouth. The flavor is good but then I spit it out because I don't like to eat it. A woman gets in the kitchen and objurgates my behavior. I don't care and decide to go out through the window. I get in my grand parent's house yard. I still cannot remember any TotM, I just know there are some easy to do but my memory is complete blank this time. I think perhaps there are some other options to remember when it hits me all of the sudden, the Lucid Dares!! Of course, Percy asked me to find the Necronomicon and raise some zombies. I see downstairs the old bakery oven room is still there. I remember there was something with fighting a beast around (). I find this place perfect to find the mentioned book. I know it must be black and have a weird graphic on its cover. I get in the room and see three coffins down there. The beast must be sleeping in the huge one, around 4 or 5 meters tall. I see the interior of one of the little ones which are arranged to the sides of the big one. There's a statue in the shape of a gargoyle
although it's red and is all covered in dust. I'm curious to see the beast, I know it was an epic dream when I fought it. I open its coffin. Another dusty red statue although bigger, muscular, with a bearded human face and huge wings. It's in a standing position holding an axe like it is the keeper of a gate or some. In the background starts playing "Two Steps from Hell" from Protectors of the Earth. I think they are sleeping because of it's daylight and I should better hurry before they wake up. I'm not intending to wake up these three little beauties. I decide to look for the book first. There are a lot of books here and there between the ruins of this place. None calls my attention to say it's the one I'm looking for. There's a bookshelf on the darker side of this room. I decide it must be there because of it's taking too much time. I see a big black book in the upper side of the shelf and decide that's the one I'm looking for. I cannot reach it because of there are some other things piled up in front of it, including a wooden model of a ship which reminds me the one I used to play with when I was a kid. I decide to use telekinesis to bring the book to my hand. It takes some effort before the book falls on the ship. I can hold it before it's a complete mess here. I don't want to wake up the beast by the moment. I don't see any peculiar sign on its cover. I open it and realize it's some Geography book, full of maps! Of course it was the book I found when I was trying to accomplish the fractal dare for the first time. It was full of maps, that was why I didn't find it interesting because of it had no sense at all!!! I flip through the book looking for something special, but it's just full of maps. At this point I hear my dad's radio is playing some Latin music in the background. I think somebody must be working around and that's why it's getting in the dream when everything starts to fade out to black.

* Woke up after that with the tic tac sound of the clock... no music around.

Morning of December 10, 2014. Wednesday.



This was another atypical dream that was quite impersonal yet at the same time very vivid and somehow seemingly connected to something very important, though ambiguous and mystical as well. Something in-dream puzzles me in a negative sense. It is not quite ominous but almost (though vaguely).

I discover a large cave which seemingly has something to do with my family history…

Before getting into this, there is another dream or dream segment prior to this one. It seems quite random in the associations. I am in the living room on Loomis Street and my sister (deceased) “visits” as if the house is not hers at the time. However, she looks a little more like an Alaskan Native who I only saw once in real life when she visited my sister’s husband. Over time, however, I notice that I had been talking to an unfamiliar Caucasian male. He is talking about the War of 1812 and some other historical events connected with my family yet also mentions Arawak (rather than the actual Shawnee relationship) and I see it on a piece of paper he is showing me. A person changing completely from one to another has happened before in my dreams but is not all that common, and although I am quite aware it has happened I do not say anything or become fully lucid.

In a seemingly unrelated set of circumstances, I go into a large cave and from here, there are very strange and atypical perspectives. The cave seems to hold an infinite collection of golden “wheels” though the imagery and vague thoughts make me somewhat puzzled and almost uncomfortable. There is one large wheel that is a version of Vitruvian Man, which seems to be the main “real” wheel and the first one produced by perhaps an ancient entity or extinct civilization.

Along the wall, standing on edge, are thousands of other “wheels”, mostly all identical, portraying either a young boy (I vaguely perceive to be a younger version of myself at one point) or girl in the same manner as Vitruvian Man but seemingly only endless copies thereof. I am not sure what to think and I am not sure of their purpose. They are life-sized. I ponder if they could possibly represent real people somehow (for an unexplained reason), though that seems unlikely since, again, the smaller wheels all seem like duplicates. Still, there is a strong sense of mystery and possibly a mystical anomaly. (Interestingly, there is no in-dream adult “Vitruvian Woman” that I know of though I may have missed it.) There does seem to be more to them than their potential of just being wheels. A pentagram is visible and fairly defined over the Vitruvian Man image, and the same is true for the other “wheels”.

In reality, the pentagram is only an assumption associated with Vitruvian Man, and there is also one version with an added hexagram (a completely different perspective), as well as a square divided into four triangles and many other variations of entirely different associations. This seems to be evidence, in a way, of how people “pigeonhole” their own thoughts into a different perspective than the evidence given (even of their own eyes) while not relating to the views or experiences of others. For example, I have validated thousands of detailed precognitive experiences (far too visually precise to be coincidence - and I certainly cannot “unremember” what has happened in my life since birth) on a day to day basis - even based my life’s continuity on that reliability and “dreams becoming real” (especially in marrying my seemingly predestined “mystery girl” - or at least attained by my soul through childhood remote viewing - which seems the only possible explanation), yet many others seem to be lacking the ability to believe such a perspective while many others have it minimally but not every day and only some seem to use it actively (other than for personal contemplation).

There must be a reason while some (such as myself) are “allowed to get that far” so to speak while many others (even older than me) do not even believe in it in the first place (as well as holding onto hundreds of outdated myths about dreams), so thus never even “begin” to enter dream work potential (even those who have supposedly documented their dreams for a long time). They also have an entirely different view of life, often defeatist or negative in relationship to my own path, and I clearly remember thinking this even at a very young age. This perhaps is my strangest puzzle - even stranger now in the apex of my life’s path (or maybe it is only the beginning of a new potential apex regardless of my age - my own landlady lived to be over a hundred after all).

The very meaning of “average” or “normal” is by that which is not average, common, or normal at all. In other words, “average” only comes about by combining everything and then dividing it - which then only presents a mundane and skewed view of what really exists or is possible (especially regarding outliers such as myself, but outliers in general, including long-term diverse experiences).

I do not yet know the meaning behind this particular dream yet, though. There is a vague association in afterthought with the John Lennon song “Watching the Wheels” though I doubt this was the main instigation for this particular dream.

23:00 big mug of warm milk and handful of almonds,
feeling nicely relaxed and sleepy
00:15 warm shower
00:30 bedtime

+(f) boy scouts? DG the troop leader dedicating his time? I was doing something here with young scouts just stays on the tip of my memory unable to get it back so far.

07:17
+ (vivid, dream signs galore, fascinating) massive storm rolls in at the farm, I hide people in the barn/cellar, watching gas pipe installation

I "wake up?" on a table outside a open-air barn on a farm, jump off the table and feel (heavy? unstable?) on my feet and "get stable", the farmer is there it's daylight, he mentions doing something with the milk crate over behind a building, I look and see it , the area is very cluttered with a lot of things. I'm walking along and feel strange, a strong wind blows me and I start to float up and get blown by the wind, the farmer says something like "Whoa there don't get blown away" and I come back down. I look up at the sky and see very threatening storm-tornado looking clouds blowing in at massive speed, like time-lapse photography. I call to the farmer to come and take cover at the big house/barn, he says something about the kids but I see they're very far away.

I'm at the house/barn to take cover, it's twilight outside, and hoards of people have arrived to take shelter, there are clowns from a circus, and young men with no mouths on their faces which stretch open to show a mouth open under the mouth-cover skin like Neo in The Matrix. I direct them into stalls in the barn I'm wondering about all these people, will they steal out stuff? But we have to help them. I'm directing people to sit in stalls/little rooms, then I move to open the storm cellar,
at first I can't get my hands on the handle but then I open it. There's a tight stairway leading down, and a guy moves ahead and sits in a stuffed chair in the middle of the stairway blocking the way. I try to get him / the chair to move, eventually the chair/guy falls down the rest of the way to the bottom of the stairway and I think he may have gotten hurt.

Down the stairs in the storm basement it's like a well-equipped rec room with tons of things / a kitchen. I take a bottle of alcohol and want to drink, I"m looking for a glass I go to a cupboard up about my head and think about the round globe glass I see there this is like the boy was holding earlier I think, I take out a very light cup that seems to be thin plastic. Then I see the (boy?) and a girl who wasn't there before sitting on stools, I'm attracted to the girl I look at her face she's quite attractive but I'm shy/inhibited, she has short brunette hair, I look but do not touch/approach.

Thought turns to how much time is passing: strong sense that time is passing more quickly than it seems: a clock? A large screen view of a field/outside, the girl says that (my name) is doing such a good job taking care of us that we didn't realize how much time has past. On the screen there is the overhead image of a school and the girl says that's where all the people came from. I'm trying to direct the image, make it go back to the school it's a high overhead image of a rural area with vague shapes among the green of the trees.

First person view then of moving through the landscape, I try to "right click" and select "overhead view" several times but the view does not change back, I mention it's broken and the girl/woman says several times her husband wrote (the code for) it. DO view of approaching a ranch-style sprawling home.

Then the view suddenly opens and I'm approaching the Bay Area and say "well it doesn't matter, because I'm home" and in front of me is a large /long ditch and workers are there assembling very intricate involved tubing, I think this is the reason for the power outage, not the storm, they're working on the gas mains / installing new ones. I walk through the ditch observing, the piping becomes incredibly complicated and intricate, huge clumps of cables and pipes. I observe how they test the pipes for pressure: they use a compressed air device, which they push onto the opening of their new pipe and push down on a lever and the device creates pressure on the pipes inside and they look for leaks. This ditch is about 10 feet below street level and everything is dirty, and I think that's reasonable because we're underground. Amazed in the dream at the level of intricate piping that is being assembled.

back to sleep, takes quite a while (1 hour?) I think to myself several times: "If I can just get back to sleep, I WILL get lucid". Distracting noises. Feel beginnings of frustration, why do I have to live where there is so much morning noise? Quickly squash these whiny thoughts: you want LDs?
Tried "writing on the blackboard" visualization but didn't do anything for me. Get back to sleep then, full relaxation. Count-down relaxing breaths, many many times, finally start to lose the count and sleep...

10:11
+ up-close observation of open-top, dual-chamber, automated clothes washing machine.
This washing machine fills with water ,drains, fills with water, drains, fills with water ,drains, and then a robot mechanism moves from the top to the clothes and starts agitating them. I'm wondering about the 2nd chamber, and look at the mechanism to see that it must slide to the other side on a track, and it does. Then a long black rectangular arm telescopes out and I expect it to start agitating the second washing chamber. There are options for cleaning the faucet: wipe just the counter, wipe the handle, (etc).

+ (lucid) walk quickly to maid to do TOTM but wake up
I'm sitting in a recliner chair in some sparsely furnished apartment. In front of me is a corridor leading to a room. There's a digital clock on a shelf along the wall and it reads something like 12:30, I think this clock is an hour different from actual time. A maid appears and is dusting around the clock, I look to my right and see the flat-panel TV, it's really dustry, I want to ask the maid to clean it.

(transition?)
I'm looking down the hallway again and isntantly realize I'm dreaming. I jump up from the recliner, start walking towards the maid who's walking over to the TV to the right, do a nose pinch as I walk and yep I can breathe. The maid stops and turns to face me, she's fairly attractive but I push this thought from my mind. OK, TOTM, now, .... and the dream gets unstable, I rub and rub and rub my hands but to no avail, dream transitions/ends

+ gangster house / robbery at convenience store down the hill
There is a house on a hill that I'm travelling to, urban city environment, daylight. As I pass a convenience store at the bottom of a hill a story is narrated about a woman who attempted to murder the clerk, and pulled the most common of beginner cons on him, called (something). I drive past, up the hill a few houses, and park to the right, the pavement curves up towards the curve. I park and get out (of the passenger door!) and think I'm parked just past the gangster house, there are a few normal looking cars parked there.

Barely remembered anything from last night D: Vague impressions of going into a basement at my grandpa's (or at least some old man's) house, or something. I had to get something from down there, but all I really remember is going down the ladder into the basement (which was like a cellar)
I had a nice streak of lucids and vivid dreams, but it seems the stress of the last two weeks of school are working their evil on my dreams D:

Since I start my university life, most of my nightmares are related with my grades, and it's because I always feel fear of doing bad in my grades.

Dream:
I was at the university with some of my friends, we were there because we have to choose the teacher that was going to give us calculus class, but it was different this time, because we were choosing the teacher who was going to give us only our final exam of calculus, we were very scared because we have to do a grate exam to pass the class.
It was my university, but like in almost every dream it has some changes, because we have to climb some walls to go to other building.

After I was done with choosing, I enter a bathroom, becasue I was feeling a lot the taste of blood. When I take a look in the mirror, my mouth was bleedind, so then I washed my mouth, and get out of the bathroom.

I was running and climbing in all the university, doing what I wanted, but when the asignation time arrived, I went fast to a very high spot in the university, because in that place the internet connection was very fast, so when I finally arrived to that place, I take out my laptop to enter the university page and then choose my ptofessor.
The asignation part was pretty easy, so when I was done with that I started running againg, just wasting some time.

I was with my best friend, talking about the exam, when another friend arrived, and she tell us that her aunt was going to give the exam too, so we should choose her, because she can make us win, and she tell us that the teacher that we asigned with was the worst, and that he was going to do the most difficult exam we could imagine.
So... My serenity start becoming a really deep fear.

The day become night, and my time was getting over.
I start running again to the same point I do my choosing before, when I arrived I take aou my laptop again, but the university page was not loading at all, and every time I look in front of me, there was another, and another person, and they all were using the internet connection, so it was never going to load for me.
I look at my clock (I didn't do a reality check ), and I noticed that I was 20 minutes late for my exam. Because it was already late, I was not longer thinking in changing my teacher, but in having time to do and finish my exam.

I was going high speed, when I saw two guys that were planning to enter in the same class I was, by that time, 30 minutes had passed from the exam, so I ask them if they were not going to class, and the told me that they had already done the exam, but they get out too fast, because there was only two problems, and there were too difficult for them, so again, my fear was getting bigger.

I was getting closer to the engineering building, I was not longer with my friend, but insted of going to the stairs or the elevator, I just make a REALLY big jump, with the jump I get to the fourth floor (my exam was in the second floor), I enter that class going through the window, and I remember the teacher of that class following me to report me or something like that, I managed to scape from him, and I went to the stairs, when i arrived the second floor, I was running, trying not to hit the people in there, and then the time stoped, even with me, I was not running anymore, I was just looking at the other people expressions, with my same running position, and then I wake up.

When I wake up I was really happy, because I already won that class.

I was in a random neighborhood playing a game where we had to defend an objective of som sort. My opponents seemed to be little kids and would never talk to anyone. Then I walked home. A lot of people were in my house for some reason and one came up to me. He offered me and my brother tickets to an arcade. Then my brother and I got into a car that looked like something a four year old would drive it was about 3 feet tall and had no roof. I noticed how weird this was, but never became lucid. Soon we arived at the arcade. We were outside when someone asked for our tickets. When it was my turn the guy said it wasn't valid. Then the dream ended.

Went to bed at 2:45am, cat woke me for his breakfast at 6:30am, then I went back to bed. I had a few more minor wakings, but wasn't doing any particular dream practices as I needed to get up by 9:30 and wanted to maximize my sleep. However, at one point when I woke up—around 8:30am as it turned out—somehow things felt different.

I woke up, or thought I did, and there wasn't anything to distinguish it from all the other wakings over the course of the morning, except that for some reason the thought occurred to me that I might be able to DEILD. I didn't even have any particular impressions of having woken up from a dream, but somehow I felt instinctively that it would work. So experimentally I tried to move one of my hands, very small movements at first until I was confident that I was moving my dream hand and not my real one, then I reached up to touch my face. The sensations were lifelike but somehow I was certain the DEILD had worked. "Why don't I do this all the time?" I thought. "This is the easiest thing in the world!" That's how it seemed then, at least, as I got up out of bed to explore the dream.

I walked down the hallway and passed the cat. In my dream logic I assumed that this encounter was really happening, that I was walking past my real cat even though I was dreaming, and I was curious how he would react to seeing me in my dream state. How would I appear to him? Ethereal? Responding to my expectations, the dream cat reacted with an air of uncertainty to my presence. As I continued into the kitchen, I felt like dancing so I did a few random steps, pleased with how well-intregrated I felt in my dream body and in the environment.

As I approached the sliding door that leads out to the back patio, I thought I heard the neighing of horses from somewhere outside. "Could that be real?" I wondered. "Where could it be coming from?" I had to remind myself that not everything I hear in a dream is bleedthrough, and that a real horse in the vicinity of my house would be highly improbable. Looking outside, I saw a dinosaur skeleton that resembled a triceratops go ambling by. I didn't think much of it, though it was a pleasant reminder that I was definitely dreaming. Eagerly I went outside. It looked nothing like waking life: instead of my fenced-in back patio, I was in a wide grassy space bounded in the distance by trees and low hills. It resembled a bright and sunny day, but still felt dreamlike in that the bright sunlight did not aggravate my eyes the way it does when I'm awake. I looked around and felt pleased to note that my visual perceptions were crystal clear, since during my long dryspell even my NLDs had become murky and vague, at least in recollection. What was the source of this marvelous clarity? "This really is a third state, neither dreaming nor waking," I thought to myself.

I had not expected to get lucid so I had no real goals or tasks in mind; I was just thrilled to be lucid again. I walked forward through the landscape, wishing a DC would come and greet me after my long absence, but I couldn't see anyone else. As I walked I found myself spontaneously singing a little snatch of song. The pitch I was singing was too high for my voice, even in dream, and I could hear it cracking on the high notes. I hadn't put any thought into the words, but I noticed that I was just singing, "I love you... I love you." There was no one on my mind; if I was directing those words to any particular object it must have been dream itself. The melody was simple and I was sure it was music I had heard before in waking life, as I could anticipate how it should continue, and even recall some words ("...any night, any day...") but I couldn't remember what the song was. After I woke up I thought about it for a while and then realized that the melody I was using closely resembled the opening bars of the song "Bali Hai," from the musical South Pacific. The only reason I'm familiar with the song is because I was involved in a school production of the musical many years ago, when I was in seventh grade. I ambled on through the environment a bit further, still with no real purpose and nothing much happening, just delighting in the dream.