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I'm disembodied and watching this woman who I think of as "the princess." She's standing on a cliff at night, looking out into the distance - I'm facing the opposite direction, and I wonder what she can see out there; she seems to be looking at something specific. She's with this big buff friend/guard. I'm hearing music, though I'm aware the music isn't part of the scene on the cliff that I'm watching. A mezzo-soprano singing, starting with a line that reminds me of the start of the Commendatore's song - "Don Giovanni! A cenar teco m'invitasti" - very similar sequence of notes, but in no language I recognize. The princess has come here to make some kind of self-sacrifice.

As I watch, this dark grey crystal-like structure forms on her right temple, up into her hairline. Smaller, similar structures appear elsewhere on her bare skin where it's visible, but they quickly fade away - I think of snow landing on the skin and instantly melting. But the larger ones on her temple stay. The princess sways as if she's about to pass out, and her friend/guard catches her, but she's all right after just a moment. Her friend finds this scene, her actions, incredibly painful. So do I. I admire her.

Those 'crystals' are things of the same nature I am - they're alive, in a sense, or similar enough to life; they're not capable of complex communication like I am, but they have awareness of a sort. And the princess has willingly made herself their host. Though she and her friend see this as self-sacrifice, I'd call it more of a deal. There's something that she wanted, and this will give her the power to see it accomplished - but she's giving up something too.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Skyping with Julie, who turns out to live only an hour or two away, and feeling foolish for not reaching out to her before.

A scene involving using a spinning wheel for what both is and isn't the first time, having Rumpelstiltskin's mental associations but without actually being him in this scene; finding it soothing to watch the wheel spin.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There was this angel who'd taken on physical form to help me, and when we were done I betrayed it, sold it or traded it to this woman. Now I've gone to see her, and I'm seeing what she's done with the angel. It's chained up against a wall, its feet off the ground, and its severed wings on display above its head. When it sees me, it puts its head against the wall and says without looking at me, "You're safe now, brother. I can't be out." By which it means it has no intention of trying to get free of its chains. Now that its wings have been removed, it's fallen; it doesn't want to see what would happen without the chains to impose some restraint.

William, who's now a Christian (though in real life is an Atheist), comes into the living room and sits on the couch beside me, just as we are asking Rachel which of the guys in the photos she fancies. When Rachel tells us which one it is, it just so happens he is a Christian - I joke to Rachel "oh, you're into Christian boys now are you?" and someone tells me to remember that William is a Christian and I should be careful what I say.

Then I'm in space and can see a massive spaceship. The population aboard are starving, so parts of the ship with people in it are being eliminated to allow more food for the survivors. I see cartoon characters floating out of the parts of the ship that are being destroyed.
I am going to be eliminated too, but something saves me and asks if I'm okay with being saved, reminding me I'll have a hangover tomorrow if I am. "Oh I'm sure you don't mind", says the something, whilst opening up a teleporter to teleport me to safety.

I'm in my bedroom, sitting at the floor at the bottom of my bed with my pillow. Strange mites start to come out of the pillow and I wake up.

[I perform a cheeky DEILD, visualising myself again with the pillow (but without the mites, I didn't like them )]

I'm back in the dream on the floor with my pillow. Thankfully there are no more mites. I look at my palms and indeed they look strange, but I can hardly see them because it's dark - I feel I need some light to help stabilise the dream.
I feel anxious, though I try to stay calm, breath deeply and focus on the surrounding environment but it doesn't really help.
I let myself float up to a standing position in order to walk to the light switch. When I see it, I remember from previous experience that switches don't tend to work in dreams, so I calmly speak "light on" and indeed the bedroom light does come on, albeit dimly. Unfortunately it isn't light enough to see my palms properly - I wake up quite quickly after that.

[Upon waking I attempt an SSILD but fail - I can't get comfy and I can't get back to sleep for about an hour anyway. It might be to do with the alcohol drinking during festivites, even though I hadn't drunk anything the day of this dream.]

I was talking to some guy I shared a building with about whether to shower before going out that day. In my mind's eye I could see myself, dressed to go out in a brown top, ripped jeans, and boots, topped off with some dangly jewelry, but most importantly I could see my hair, clean and styled into soft, voluminous waves coming down just past my shoulders. I concluded no shower was necessary- clearly I was ready for whatever plans we had.

I was in an open building with what looked to be bamboo walls. On the first floor, there were no doors, only doorways, and it was quite small. There was a small, unfurnished living area and a short hallway leading to a public ladies' bathroom, with no stalls. Across from the living space was a wooden staircase I assumed lead to the bedrooms of those who lived here, including my own. Through the two doorways leading outside I could see it was a sunny day, and big, bright green leaves hinted at the foliage that undoubtedly surrounded the building. I was aware that a short walk outside would lead me to a beautiful beach with soft white sand.

A girl was standing near the entrance to the bathroom. She had a heart shaped face and a cheerful demeanor, and though she was wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt and cutoffs, I could see that she had done her makeup and styled her hair into soft little curls. My dream self had some sort of relationship with this girl, and I ran up to embrace her. "Your hair looks beautiful. Who's the cutest thing ever? It's you," is what came out of my mouth when we touched. I like the feeling this gave me - my supposed girlfriend looked so happy, and I think I was too.

I had to use the dreaded stall-less bathroom. Surprisingly, there were at least a dozen girls in there, some showering, many standing around, and a large number on toilets, all socializing. I joined a line of girls on the toilet and was slightly uncomfortable but almost too amused to care. I then noticed a girl I'd met at my college GSA looking at me. I jokingly said, "Hey! Quit watching me poop, you weirdo," to which she just smiled and walked away.

When I finished, I wrapped my robe, somehow now my only piece of clothing, around me and started heading upstairs to get ready to go out, even though I had been ready already. The robe wouldn't tie up properly, so I had to hold it with one hand. Having reached the upstairs, I found myself standing on the very crowded beach. I started walking to the right, parallel to the dark waves. Any people I passed didn't seem to notice me. I had to walk under a few rickety old docks and around a good bit of litter. I passed a seagull picking at some trash, and it took great interest in me, my robe in particular. The next thing I knew, it was attacking. I kept swatting and grabbing at it, but only one hand was free, making it very difficult. It was during this excursion that I was woken up.

This morning I tried to use a lucid dreaming app on phone , with earphones on.
It worked like this: I set the time, and after 30 minutes It will start to play a soundtrack that reminds me that I'm dreaming , I supposed to be dreaming when this soundtrack start.
It was harder to fall asleep with earphones. So I was toss and turn and toss and turn and toss and turn and toss and turn and toss and turn and toss and turn and toss and turn and ...
Then I lost my lucidity , had some hypnagogic imagnary , and then paralysis started to kick in slowly , the noise became louder , and louder , and my body became numb and more numb.
Then When the noise achieved its highest point , I felt like if gravity turned off
And that my body became nothing, I was floating in my room.
I tried to AP, but I knew it failed and that its just a dream.
I moved out of bed and falled off from bed.
I face facing the ground with some pieces of clothes.
I stuck here like that , my legs were broken weirdly, buit I didnt felt it .
Then I used my imagination to roll out and so I did now I'm standing , all normal.
I done a hand rc My hands just dissapeared so I was sure.
I was going outside , my mom told me that she's going so I said "me too".
Then Just before I leaved the dream falled apart and I woke up
just a minute before the app started the soundtrack
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Not a big success, but after months I finally had one.

I was in school, sitting in classroom with my group. We were waiting for the teacher. He arrived after a while, bald, tall man with moustache, in his late twenties. He told us that we are going to work in a forest. He smiled viciously to me, and told me that I have the hardest work to do. He had good disposition towards me before, and now he betrays me. I went to the cloakroom, and changed my clothes to work uniform. There were three girls sitting on a bench with a sleeping dude. He was drunk, the wine was spoiled all over the floor. They were talking about various drinks. I had mixed felings towards them. We were in friednly terms before, and now I feel only reluctance. I went out of cloakroom, but couldn't find anyone, so I went to the bus stop. After a while the bus came, it was long, two storey with silver paint. I entered it, and sat on the left side. My older sister entered it too, and sat with me. I felt somehow safe, but I never needed her help. We drove to the city between my home and school. In the meantime, girls were doing photos with their phones. They were a bit blurred, but funny. On the photo there was a girl, she was looking like a monkey due to her face exprssion and blur. I went out in my home town, and got a message from friend, that we must met in the city I have passed. I entered another bus, it was old, and a bit dirty. I went out in the city, and received a message that he is in my home town now. I waited for another bus, and got to my home town. It was clody, dark evening. I got another message, he told that we'll meet another day. You can't count on anyone it seems. I went to my home. Mother told me to do something in the attic, and gave me box full of toys and other junk. I went up, and put it all to another box. I went down, and mother told me that we are driving to the city. I went out, entered the white car, and drove to the city.

Morning of December 27, 2014. Saturday.



I am apparently on my way to see some of my old classmates though the circumstances are unclear. They are not actually the ones who were my friends, it seems. Several of them are at an (unfamiliar) house in the area.

I find myself in the front part of an unfamiliar residence, though my classmates are there; about six or seven males. The kitchen is fairly close to the front of the house and there is a large counter through the larger room, extending from my right. Over time, I notice that there are a lot of dishes and such in a very large metal sink and the counter is quite messy - not all just kitchen-related messes, either, but possibly even car parts and pieces of old lawn mowers. I get a vague impression that I am supposed to do the dishes and clean the house.

However, I eventually notice that all these prior male classmates are obnoxious versions of Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, and other Warner cartoon characters. They do not seem that much like cartoons, though, but real beings. They actually seem quite nasty as well as lacking even a fundamental level of intelligence. I am certainly not going to help them in any way, especially as they ironically see me as “inferior”.

I suppose this is actually how I see certain former classmates (though not ones I am still in contact with on Facebook) and some types of people in general - as “obnoxious cartoon characters” and even virtually “hollow”, though that is something I do not have that much interest to dwell on, especially in dream states, considering the vast potential of new horizons even at an older age.

I seem to, ever so slowly be getting back on my game. My recall was sour last night, but in terms of lucidity, I was right on the money.

I started to become lucid when I looked at myself in the mirror. I seemed to have the saggy, wrinkled body of an old person. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked away and looked back. I looked mostly normal but had little star stickers all over my body.

I questioned if I might be dreaming and did a nose pinch RC. Yeah, I could breathe, but not very well. I decided to look around for other clues to the state of reality that I was in. I walked around the house, everything was normal, not a hair out of place. My mom was the only other one home, and she asked me if I had recently seen her car keys.

I was still tackling the puzzle of my reality. I went outside and saw a green 50's pickup truck and a very odd orange sports car in our drive. This didn't seem too weird or dreamlike. There weren't any huge planets or multiple suns, though leaves on the tree in the front yard should have been a dead giveaway. I repeated the nose pinch RC. Still confusing results. I thought that maybe I wasn't pinching hard enough. I pinched as tight as I could, and I could still breathe a little.

I made my way back inside, and looked down at myself. I was still shirtless and covered in star stickers. My mom was still looking around for her keys. There was a green truck in our drive. I finally came to and became lucid. I manifested a white tank and thought to remove all the stickers and started to head outside. My mom asked where I was going. I told her that I was dreaming, and that I had to go. She followed out the door and yelled to me that the last time that I said I was dreaming, I had left her alone. She said that she needed her car keys and a hair tie, and she seemed sort of irritated.

"Okay, Look! This is my dream. You don't seem to get that." I put my hand behind my back then held it out with a black hair tie in it. "Here's your hair tie." I put my hand behind my back and thought of car keys. I held out a key in my hand. "Here are your keys." I then put my hand behind my back a third time. "And here's a book, I heard it's a good long read that will keep you busy for awhile." I handed her a thick beige paperback novel with a blue rectangle on the cover. She seemed really happy to receive these items.

Yeesh. Dream characters can be so annoying.

I got down to business. I thought that I should perhaps find Manei and talk to her. I got some good lucidity going. Then I got the dream ending feeling. I knelt down in the grass and tried to hang on to the dream, but it didn't do me much good. I woke up.

The thing that I have come to notice more and more about my lucidity is that it is not particularly dependent on how many reality checks or mantras I've been doing lately. Heck, it doesn't even appear to be very dependent on things such as bedtime or the day's activities. (That's not to say that these things don't impact it.) This could explain why on nights that I charge in, Mantras-A-Blazin, I get nowhere. And on other nights where I don't even give a crap, I can wind up with a rather long and effective lucid.

Instead, it seems to rely to a degree on simply being in the correct mindset for lucid dreaming. I can't really put my finger on what it is, because I only have a rough idea what I am trying to explain. But I do know that it is something akin to mindfulness. In essence, I need to be mindful of my true reality, that I am laying in bed and that what is occurring is a product of thoughts.

I've also found out how goals can be a little finicky, especially when you're not working with perfect lucidity. I've got quite a list of goals, and I've been completing them all out of order. It's best to just pick one (or at the very most, two) goals to focus on per night. I've also found that visualizing completing the goal is rather pointless because it is guaranteed that they way you complete the goal in the dream is going to be vastly different from what you imagined.

The mental state that I am trying to achieve, in general can be a little bit tricky. Staying away from tv/movies/computer games seems to help with my mindfulness. Drawing or writing seems a good way to organize thoughts. Meditation seems a step in the right direction, but overdoing it can throw me off. Same goes for Mantras.

The hardest part about this is falling asleep. I can charge in hardcore and try mantra myself to sleep, but that seems fruitless. I can just throw in the towel and just allow myself to think about random stuff, and that's about as useful as it sounds. I guess I have to go back to my old tactic of the 'cut off' technique.

I am also experimenting with polished stones and crystals that have been sitting in my drawer for years. Some people might see that as a wonderful idea, and others may see it as quack new-age spirituality. I made a small crystal grid back before Christmas, and constructed it around the idea of lucid dreaming. I'd also like to try placing crystals under the pillow or bed-frame. The only way I can really know if this is crap or not is to try it out myself.

In other news, my friend S made me a new avatar picture. I will be using his. I like it.

Yesterday's dreams included using abandoned tunnels running beneath a lake as a hiding place to sleep in during the day. There's one place that leads to a glass dome where you can look up and see the lake above you.

Today's: I'm trying to prevent some disaster, and I'm running out of time. At the moment I'm standing on a rooftop, watching several people in a field far below us. Along with me there's two people, a woman who I think of as my partner - she's on the other side of the roof at the moment, busy with her own efforts - and then this man. He has the power to make anything he says come true, but for his own safety and everyone else's, I made him forget about this power. This is an emergency. I force him to remember, and then I have him use that power to say that there's an earthquake. We all hold onto the roof and watch a crack open up in the field where those people are. The ground's still shaking, the people are scattering, but I don't think this will be enough. We should just bury this place beneath the sea, that ought to do it.

The place is covered in white mist now, blocking out everything below the roof we're standing on, and it's quiet, no more sounds of people below us. I'm walking back toward my partner on the other side of the roof, and I believe submerging this place and all the people in it has managed to avert the disaster. But then this dark spire rises up out of the fog directly in front of me, and keeps rising up into the sky.

It's this huge, gothic tower, a single immense spire composed of smaller ones, spire upon spire upon spire, all jagged edges. I think of a cathedral, but there's no religious imagery, just a sense of awe and horror; I think of a clock tower, but there's no face. It keeps rising higher and higher, I can no longer see the top of it. Flooding this place was a wasted effort.

And as I hang onto the edge of the roof and watch the spire rise, I hear an old man's voice in my head. "Here to keep your ledge, little boy, who once rared-"

I had a short dream fragment to start. I was just promoted as a new moderator of DreamViews. I was to be in charge of chat, and my title on my profile was "The Nicest Mod". *wink wink nudge nudge*

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I was at my college, trying to get a 71 bus back to my dorm. I jumped on the first bus I could find, and an old friend T was there. We talked for a bit, until I realized that I was on a 72 bus instead. I got out at the next stop, and I was in this suburban area that kind of looked like the neighborhood I grew up in. I saw my friend M, so i asked if he saw a 71 bus. He ran around the corner of the block where there was another 72 bus parked. He looked down the street, and then said that a 71 had just left. We decided it was best to just walk.

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I was back at my high school, in one of the old classrooms. Most of the people from my graduating class were there, as well as a few younger kids who looked to be in second grade. They were all working hard to make a rope out of beads so they could escape out the second floor window. Just then, a teacher looked in through the window in the door, saw what we were doing, and came in and yelled at us. Then the scene kind of restarted. This time, I helped them tie some of the beads together, and we finally had a long enough rope to get out. Unfortunately, the teacher came in and busted us yet again.

The scene restarted again. This time, I was counting the seconds until the teacher would show up. I tried to warn everyone that the teacher would be coming, but I had something in my mouth and throat that made me unable to say anything. I started banging on my desk and motioning towards the seat. My friend M realized what I was doing, and yelled for everyone to sit down. Everyone rushed to their seats and looked like they were behaving. We waited for about a minute, but the teacher never even walked by. Everyone got back up and went back to work. One girl asked me why I thought that the teacher was coming. I told them that I had just kind of sensed it, since I had had this dream multiple times before.

I thought of what I was saying, and then it occurred to me that this was a dream. Just then, everyone rushed to their seats again, and the teacher walked in. She lectured us for a little bit, but then yelled at one of the students who didn't address her as "ma'am". She treated us like little kids, and then she decided to give us a quiz on "10 differences between birds and humans". By this point, I had had enough. I raised my hand.

"Yeah, can I ask a question?"
There was a collective gasp from everyone in the classroom, and a slight murmur of fear.
"Well, what is it?"
I did a quick nose plug RC to make sure I was really dreaming before I dropped the bombshell. "What exactly is the point of this?"
There was another loud gasp from the class. This made me feel like more needed to be said, since it was obvious this teacher had been abusing the students into submission, so no one had the backbone to stand up to her.

"Why do you think you can drag us - students who graduated from this school almost three years ago - back here and force us to listen to your second grade lessons?"
The gasps of surprise changed to shouts of "Yeah", and "That's true!" I felt powerful, like I was about to start a revolution.
"And furthermore, how can you punish us for doing the right things wrong, and punish us for doing the wrong things right?"
Even in the dream, I knew this comment made zero sense, but it made the class go crazy. They were just about ready to burn the witch, basically. The teacher was furious and stormed out of the classroom to the applause of the class.

I figured one coup was enough for today, so I decided to actually get some stuff done. I thought of the TOTMs and remembered the coal task, although I thought it required giving the coal to a little kid. I reached in my pocket for coal, but I couldn't find any. I affirmed to myself that there was coal in my other pocket, but I couldn't find it there either. After two or three attempts, I realized that I was saying the words, but still had some doubt as to if it would happen or not. Once I did an RC and reminded myself that I was dreaming, I patted my pockets and felt a hard lump in my right pocket. I reached in and pulled out a lump of coal wrapped in wax paper. It had icing on the top, which made it look like a cupcake, but I scraped it off as best as I could. I looked for the younger kids that were in our classroom, but all of them were gone. I walked out into the hallway, but it was empty.

I walked outside into the courtyard. There were two kids on a miniature golf cart driving towards me. I stop them and tell them that I have a present for them. They seem excited, but when I pulled the coal out of my pocket, they seemed almost scared of it. They threw the cart in reverse and drove backwards until they hit a tree. I walked over and placed the coal on the dashboard of the cart and walked away. They drove forward for about 30 feet until they hit a bump. The cart rolled over and both of the kids fell out. I wasn't sure if I should go help them, but I saw a man (supposedly their dad) laughing and taking pictures with his phone. I lost lucidity at this point, and soon woke up.

He's My Husband.

Dream:
I was in a beauty pageant and police officers were the judges. The judges were doing the contestants interview sessions and while he was interviewing me he was eating dinner. He offered me dinner and I thought that if I did not take his offer, he would disqualify me. So I ate dinner with him while trying to answer his interview questions. When he finished eating I made sure to finish eating everything on my plate also (btw, we were eating cheeseburgers...which I have not had a cheeseburger in years...one of many missed dream signs). When the interview was over he was getting ready to leave and another contestant came in dressed in a bikini and gave the officer a long wet kissed and looked directly at me. I said, "What the hell?!" and she said, "It's ok, he's my husband." Then I woke up.

Partially due to technical issues, mostly due to laziness and a lack of time I procrastinated posting this dream.

In the dream I became lucid and had to struggle with trying to control the dream and flying for a moment, then I managed to get through a window and I fly up into a beautiful blue sky, then I saw myself from above and zoomed out further, somewhat like in the game Spore. The dream felt rather awesome. Then I found myself walking on some water and wanted to fly higher, but then I realized that the water was just a metaphor or the highest plane I could move up to at that time.

Over the week I had quite a few dreams:

One I was down by the bay near my house, and my mom's friend's brother pulls up in a red SUV and he tells me something as he walks off in to this small patch of woods. I ask him to help me but he says "I don't owe you anything", I can't argue with that so I go down the shoreline a bit down to a place called eagle creek, and I try to make my way from one side of shore to the other by going over this long plank that's been left over the water. There's tackleboxes and fish just sitting on it, and I'm trying not to get wet yet it seems like I'm crawling on it.

Then I had another dream where I was in my 5th period class except the class was facing a different direction. I just remember talking to people for the whole dream until the bell rang and I walked out and then I said something jokingly to someone and the dream fades.
Soon after I had a dream I was in my 4th period class, except it was somewhat different, there were computers at the far end on the counters and I was on the last row of desks. I was on my tablet making a Sims character and I was deciding on an outfit (they were all mostly the same except they were different colors). When I was done I put my tablet in my backpack and got up, and that dream ended.
I woke up and went back to sleep and had a dream I was in some attic, it was somewhat dark and you got up from a ladder, there was railing on one side of the attic and it was all wood, of course. Sonata dusk was up there and I just remember talking to her when some redneck dude comes up here and he lays down on the ground and just kinda joins the conversation, and then we played some weird game of hide and seek.

I also had a dream I walk out of this store, and there's a 3 way intersection in front of me, stores on the other side of the street, and theyre kind of conjoined, think like an old western town except modern architecture. there's a jeep waiting for me, it has four people in it. The jeep has no top whatsoever. The guy driving has short, blond hair and a beard, he's wearing a white shirt with something on it (it probably changed throughout the dream), there's some chick in the passenger seat, in the back is a dude with a camo hat on and he's got one long braid going out the back, he had brown hair but later was blond. We drive off down the road, and the buildings get more scarce and we drive until it's all woods and he goes off on this trail for power lines, and we end up parking and we get out and there's leaves everywhere and some big oak trees evenly spread out, and I can see the power line trail about 30 feet away. There's a wooden building, but only one wall and part of the roof is still there. Suddenly I feel real shorter than everyone else. The blond short haired guy tells us to split up, and I'm going with the dude with the braid and one of the girls. The dude with the braid goes over to the building and picks something up and I say "I don't really think I want to", and that's all I remember

Last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with some friends and people from school, we were at busch gardens, it was night time and one of the rides is about to go so I hop on, it's just a little seat dangling from the railing of the ride, four to a "car", the only thing holding you in is a seat belt, which mine is together so I hurry to get it undone as the ride ascends, I unclick it but both pieces drop down and I tell my friend "dude, get them!" and he gets one part of the belt while I get the other, and I put my seat belt on and tighten that sucker up, soon after we go down, I don't remember much of the ride besides people being on this platform as we spin around it and I reach out to them and they reach out to me, and I pick one of them up and they spin around and then I let them back down on the platform.
Then I had a dream I was in my 4th period math class, I was sitting further up the row than I usually do, and the class is once again facing a different direction, and I'm looking through the drawings on the front of my binder, I pull one out, fix it and put it back in, and it was a drawing of fluttershy (equestria girls) and this girl comes up to me and tells me that it's a nice drawing and recognizes who it is, and then I go to shower her several other drawings. (irl I dont have them)
Then I had a dream that I go to the cafeteria in my school, it's much bigger and it looks like my old elementary school cafeteria, and there's actually a shop in there and I get a sub for like 1 dollar I think, and I'm eating that as I go to my my 6th period class, and they were was standing outside of the classroom (we usually do this because the teacher has to come from another class so we wait on him), and I start talking to this chick and her class is also waiting on their teacher, their teacher gets there first and they go in, then our teacher. I'm eating that sub and as we go in my only friend in that class tells me that "I'm going to eat a sub too today because we finished all of our work." I was surprised and was like "we did?". I continue eating my sub as I walk around the bandroom (our class) and I walk outside the class and gym is going on (it's in the same hallway as gym and the class will sometimes go in that hallway for ping pong and other stuff) and people are walking around, then I go to walk back in the class and I do a reality check, and I can breathe through my nose, and I'm in total disbelief, I do it again, again, again, and suddenly I'm like "ok, if this is a dream, then I'll float up in to the air" and it works! So I run out of the room and I think "my friend's going to be around that corner" (I plan to tell them to come in to my dreams and make me lucid every night), and they're there, talking to a coach, but then they walk into the gym, so I follow them, I get in there and they are at the other side of the gym, people are playing basketball and I tell them I need their help and they turn around and say "not in here, not right now" and so we run out of the gym and I rub my hands together because I forgot to do it earlier, and we run down the hall and we teleport into a class with about 4 people and the teacher but then the whole dream just goes black and I'm just sitting there, and I realize that I'm actually awake.

I had several dreams last night . . .

*Important Background Information*

I've been reading book 1 in a series called Ninja Meerkats to my seven-year-old brother. In it there are four meerkat main characters: Jet, Donnie, Chuck and Bruce. Their enemies are two men who tried to take over the world and failed because of the meerkats. Don't ask why this is important in my dream. Just read the dream and you'll see.

*Actual Dream*

I was in a public restroom, and I was, surprise surprise, a meerkat! I was at the sinks with my fellow meerkats. In this dream I have a feeling I was Jet, a super fast and impatient meerkat in the book. There were also two enemies there with us at the public restroom sinks. I don't know what they were, but I'm guessing men with armor on. Except it didn't look like armor. It was metal but they looked like they were dressed like ninjas. In the dream the meerkats' goal was to steal a pearl from the men. It had significant importance for them taking over the world I guess. Chuck is the leader meerkat in the book, and he was in the dream too. I don't know what our plan was but I know Chuck had it planned out. The pearl was in a soap dish and looked a lot like soap, but we knew it wasn't. While Chuck was talking to the men, I (Jet) leaped onto the counter and grabbed the pearl. We left the public restroom and Bruce and Donnie were mad at me; that was against the orders. Chuck, however, just said "It's okay. I felt the same way, like I could just leap up there and grab it."

Suddenly I wasn't a meerkat anymore, except it wasn't really sudden because it was just a different dream. Or maybe it wasn't; I don't know. But anyway, I was myself again, at home. My dad said we could either play games or do schoolwork. I meekly said I guess I should do schoolwork (even though I wasn't Jet anymore I'd still done something wrong I guess.) My dad said, "No, it's okay. You can play games."

And then, again it wasn't the same setting. I was in my room with my grandma, and my room was really messy (it isn't in real life because I recently cleaned it.) She told me the social workers were coming again (don't ask, it's complicated, but they did come a couple weeks ago.) and I had to clean my room again but I shouldn't make it spotless because we don't want it to look like we just cleaned. Also, around the same time I think my grandma was looking through old videos of my brothers and I when we were little.

That's just about the end of the dreams, but whew! That was one crazy night.

Magical beings of varying forms have emerged. All of the forms are either flora or fauna, and the beings have spread about the globe and camouflaged into their natural environment. For example, the oak tree has found a place by itself on a sunny plain of grass. However, it has frozen itself to avoid being gnawed on by the wolves.



Someone hid something from one of the beings - something of great importance. Now 'Bob' feels like he has been given the short straw, and is coming to exact some sort of revenge. I find myself in a gorge with many large pools of water. A feminine presence is explaining to me that tomorrow I must wait for Bob in the shallow section of water. I envision myself waiting there with a huge snake wrapped around me. I ask if the snake is real: the woman explains "it isn't, but it represents your longing for the snake.'
Now, rather than envisioning the scene, I am in it. I am a female, and I can feel the powerful snake wrapped around me. I holds me up in the water and it presses and slides between my thighs, which arouses me and feels really good.

[I awaken, and try to stay still and initiate a dream re-entry. I feel extreme body vibrations but find I cannot reenter, probably because I woke up just at the time my alarm normally goes off.]