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Morning of February 23, 2014. Sunday.



This was a very long and vivid dream which became “too lucid” at one point. I will mostly summarize the main scenes.

One primary part in the first section unfolding was based on some sort of knowledge about the moon changing position in a rapid, shifted path. I am outside with a relative, I believe my brother-in-law. Eventually, the event begins to unfold, but there does not seem to be a potential of Earth being severely altered or destroyed as was the original concept. The full moon is moving from right to left, horizontally, the path about sixty degrees inclination from our view, and leaving equally bright afterimages of its previous positions, an eventual total of about six closely clustered afterimages of the same general appearance as the moon. This does not continue in theme in any way.

Later, I am in a room watching at least three people (one of them - the clearest - is Colm Meaney, another Hilary Swank, the other Alexander Siddig) hanging various pictures on the wall which are old-fashioned in some ways and modern in others (of an average of about six by eight inches). They are probably about eighty percent Art Deco. They seem a bit too close together on the wall to be an eye-pleasing arrangement as a group - a total of at least seven framed pictures, the frames nearly touching in a couple cases, and two rows in horizontal lines, the right bottom area “empty” if the array is considered as four by two. A couple of times, I create an additional framed picture of my own, hovering in the air before me, and without touching it at all, I quickly float it to the wall (with some sort of “magical” motions of my hands) to hang it near the others, in the lower right corner each time. There is a vague notion that I will alarm the others with my “magic”, but it passes without any major concern or even notable surprise. Minor criticism follows from the others in regard to my input as well as their own setup (such as Colm saying “Well, I think…” and Hilary saying “But I don’t think…” and Alexander saying “Well, I don’t really think…”), going on about the images and their location and orientation to each other (in an artistic sense), and so on, but there is no drama or eventful interaction or communication.

There are a lot of scenes without incident that relate to the “enchanted forest” from the old Harvey comic books. I would say that the dream’s orientation is mostly to the east as is often the case. The “devil” becomes a character, though “he” is only a more creative version of “Grandpa Blaze” from the Hot Stuff comic books and not an overall threat. (He is referred to as “Uncle Blaze” by a couple characters.) However, there is some sort of conflict involving him and mostly human-sized fairies, anthropomorphic animals, and some other minor characters.

I am eventually with some other “magical” characters and seated, facing east. It is like a larger version of the curb at North Monroe, yet with features of the shed (in its complete form) at Cubitis farther back to the west. Soon, some sort of large butterfly, but with wings “full of holes/"with cut-out areas” moves about near us. After a time, it is more like a sheet of paper that has been cut into a complex pattern similar to those I did many years ago - not the paper snowflake ones, but where the fold was different and the result being mostly rectangular with one part being totem-pole-like in silhouette. The pattern is somewhat like that of a doily at times but with more squarish symmetry than center-focused (or by radial symmetry). I catch and hold onto it as others watch. Soon, however, it transforms into a “sheet” of fire. I let it go just as the fire expands with a sort of explosive continuity and it flutters a bit and eventually transforms into Grandpa Blaze (the thinner version). He is soon apparently defeated (or ousted) by forest animals.

Later on, I am in an elevated area somewhat like an isolated larger portico (with Greek features) looking down over valleys and villages, though some buildings are higher up near cliffs and mountain ridge areas. I become extremely lucid and almost overly focused but am eventually concerned about my being “locked” within the dream location even though the area is beautiful, even heavenly. I start focusing on my breathing a bit too much, which actually makes the dream more and more vivid and “solid”. I keep saying, “wow, look at that” regarding the scenery. My voice becomes so loud and clear, I begin to have concern that I am actually shouting in real life and probably being annoying in that case. Instead of, say, jumping from the cliff and flying around or interacting with other characters, I am annoyed for some reason and concerned about my real sleeping body’s physical orientation (a fairly common event). The clarity is a bit too extreme to be just a dream, it seems, and is not a representation of anything I had projected into in any session to my memory (I am amazed by the level of detail in fictional not-seen-before scenery that the mind so commonly produces - the type that shows no sign of otherwise being a composite).

Eventually, I start throwing myself around like an idiot to shake myself out of the dream as I sense it is getting later (late morning on Sunday) and I already had an extremely long erotic adventure earlier in the night in a previous dream. It takes several attempts to “deny” the “reality” of the scenery. I do not normally deliberately do this (especially in a non-threatening dream), but, due to a combination of having the first cold in several years (with a slightly swollen throat which altered my breathing in the dream) and it being later in the morning (along with a false concern of needing to go to the store which closes early - but my wife had already gone), I guess that was partially why.

February 23, 2014

3:33 am non-lucid

I had a dream that I went to Japanese camp to teach, but when I got there together with my husband who was dropping me off, I was having second thoughts. I didn't want to be away from my husband for 2 weeks, no cell phone contact. So I had to confront my employers, who knew me since I went to Japanese camp as a teen. There was a Chinese male and a white female. Went to the back room offices to talk. At first small talk, but the Chinese man could tell something was wrong. I hugged him at one point since it's been a while since I've seen him. When I mentioned how I didn't think this was going to work, he said not all marriages work out. Then I said hold up, no, I'm talking about the job. We were confused over the word pre-meditated, or a word similar to that, which caused the misunderstanding. The word's definition in the dream eluded to something not working out, not the definition in waking life. He told me to reconsider working there and how it is only two weeks and my Japanese would improve a lot.

The lighting was very dim, like nighttime throughout the dream. I remember going out and reminiscing over the camp. Then I went over to a bunch of children's books that were about mythical native American or Inuit creatures in the snow. Theme of heritage, culture being passed down. I read one of the books, which had a theme of pride in one's culture. The book had a few foreign words in it, but not in Japanese. It could've been a book about the same content, but in Japanese, yet it wasn't. I didn't understand why.

Before I confronted my employers, there was another worker in the dream who when found out about the cell phone rule, also felt she couldn't do that. She was short, I think her hair was pulled back, dark hair. Not a language employee, instead another kind of staff. Her face kind of resembled my piano instructor's. She was encouraged to speak up after hearing that I wanted to and has a husband too. She's older than me.

I remembering arguing to the Chinese man that if only my husband could work that summer too, but couldn't because of his job, implying that he should hire him and pay him to solve things.

When contemplating, I was leaning my head on a wall or pole.

I was having second thoughts before we even left to go to the camp, which is states away, but still decided to drive there with my husband.

I felt sad to be conflicted. Loved Japanese camp so much, but had to choose between keeping my marriage strong (which could end up fine even if I did work at the camp) or working at a place I loved and grew from. Reminiscent, though setting not at all like the actual camp, as usual in dreams.

The white lady resembled my TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) instructor, who is pregnant in waking life and pregnant in the dream. Dream was in English and non-lucid.

I woke up with a song from Animal Crossing: New Leaf playing in my head. I immediately realized I had a dream when I woke up, wanted to record it and jumped to my dream journal.

Time after writing down this dream: 4:01am.

Mantra: 夢を見ることを分かっています (I will realize I'm dreaming) 野原に風で空を飛びたい (I will fly in a field using the wind)

I had asked my husband if he has had a flying dream before, and he said yes, many times. He recalled one in which he was being caught up by the wind in a field and flying really high. So I imagined using that method to fly.

4:07 am Haven't fallen asleep
4:15 am Still not asleep
4:40 am Still not asleep

6:02 am

Dream 1 MILD

I realize that I am dreaming and check through the thumb/palm RC. I am so excited to confirm my thoughts that I am dreaming by seeing my thumb go through my palm. I try to jump so that I can levitate/fly, excited that I am lucid dreaming, afraid to be short on time. The gravity is definitely not normal and I kind of float through the air as I jump, but I don't exactly get far off of the ground. This is probably because I'm inside a building.

Before I become lucid, my dream is set in my apartment at night and I feel there has been an intruder. The intruder is female and I could hear her have a phone call in Spanish and sing from my bed. My husband and I are both in the bed and I try to alert him but he doesn't really think there's any threat and just goes back to sleep. I am extremely afraid and I think at some point my husband does leave the bed and is harmed, but the scenario resets itself. I eventually realize I am dreaming and next to my bed practice jumping.

The dream is in English and was induced with MILD. Along with saying my mantas about flying, I also was a little paranoid about an intruder, though I tried to push the thought away.

Dream 2 non-lucid

I was heading towards a babysitting job for a Japanese family. When I met the mother, she talked to me in Japanese and I replied in Japanese, though I didn't remember any of the dialogue. She lived in an apartment.

I remember walking down the hall to the apartment and seeing her neighbors, who aren't Japanese. Her neighbors were intimate and I remember it being embarrassing to witness, but I don't remember what happened. I think their bathroom was in the hall and one was using the toilet, yet with no shame of being in public and still smiling and waving.

This was non-lucid.

I think I might've woken up in between the 1st and 2nd dream, or if not consciously thought in between the dreams that I need to write down my lucid dream before I forget, but instead moved onto a 2nd dream.

Time after writing down these dreams: 6:22am

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm on a bus with my friend Alex, I ask the driver to stop as I would like my harness on, so he/she stops the bus rather angrily and comes and puts my harness on.
We arrive at our destination, now I'm inside a building at a desk talking to a guy, I notice how high the ceiling is.

2. [Non-Lucid]
Were in a shop looking at beds...all of them had no mattress, just a blanket, we then leave.

We are now walking through this mossy green field in some sort of forest, the ground is riddled with roots that you would trip over if you aren't paying attention.
My Nan asked me to help her by pointing out the roots so she won't trip and hurt her really thin skin (she bruises and cuts very easily), so as I'm walking along I tell her where the roots are and to be careful.

3. [Non-Lucid]
Looking at comments on Reddit I think about Barack Obama and some other random stuff like "60% of Sweden is undiscovered, they had maps but lost them in the war".

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Possible dream signs:
Nan, Mum, Alex, Reddit, Harness

I had a number of dreams last night but this is the only one I could really recall.

I was inside a house that had been shown on Most Haunted, although it isn't actually one the TV series showed but in my dream I knew it was from Most Haunted. I was skeptical about the "ghosts" that were caught on camera and was looking at each area where there had been a ghost filmed and was explaining how special effects could make it look like a ghost was there. At the same time I was feeling a bit nervous in case a ghost really was there.

I was in my house but it was a lot bigger and there was a lot of women behind a large fence, i high fived all of them and said there awesome.I went outside on my balcony and looked at the sky...then i summoned 4 meteors each bigger than the previous one, they all crashed at the same location and there was a big shock wave.The location that they all crashed became a dark hole which sucked everything nearby, after a while i stopped the sucking and went back inside the house.I remembered that i wanted to summon a special someone so i was going through the house thinking they would be behind one of the doors...sadly i didnt find her and the dream ended.

This dream starts off in a cave. The earth is dark brown. There is lava pouring out of holes in the walls, and there are puddles of it about every 10 feet. The cave isn't open; it's more of an underground tunnel. It seems to go on forever in front of me and behind me. I had no idea why I was there. Then I was in a pharmacy. (I work in a pharmacy in real life, but this one wasn't anything like the pharmacy I work in). This pharmacy didn't get medication from any manufacturer, we made them in the pharmacy itself using various roots and leaves. The pharmacy was built like this: only one floor; think of a small, old schoolhouse, except it has a flat roof; the whole front side is made of glass and there is a sliding glass door; the walls are made of small, brown bricks, the the inside walls are flat and white; after walking in, there is a white table to the left just big enough for two people to sit across from each other (probably for consultations); there is a counter half way into the pharmacy that starts from the left wall and runs to the right wall until there is only enough space for people to walk in and out of the work area; the back wall was made up of, I'd say, about eight rows by twelve columns of brown baskets that were separated by the same, white material as the wall, into cubby-like spaces (if you've ever seen Spirited Away, it was similar to the way the Boiler Man organized his herbs and spices); there were two computers near the rear, left corner of the work area, and one computer on the counter. I was sitting at a computer in the corner typing, but there was nothing on the screen. Then a man and his boy sat at the one to the left of me. I wondered how he got back there and why he was there with his son. I said something philosophical, but I didn't get a response from him. Then I tried to say something funny, but he still didn't say anything. Then there was a lady who wanted help at the counter behind me. She had hair like Bozo the Clown, but it was grey instead red. There were streaks of black in it as well. She was very old. I'd say about 60 or 70. She also had a severe case of kyphosis (hunchback) and a wide frown. She was yelling and demanded that I gave her a sheet of paper hanging on the side wall. I looked up and there was a stack of papers nailed to the wall. I looked closer at them and noticed that they were blank prescriptions already signed by the physician. I told her that there is no way we can give her one because she will use it to write a false prescription. I turn back around to work on what I was working on on my computer, but then I heard my mom, the woman, and a doctor talking to the woman. They had one of the sheets of paper and were helping the woman write a false prescription. I couldn't believe my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was in a dorm room with two of my friends. Let's call them Bob and Jim. The place we were in was a massive, two story hotel/dormitory. The front side of it was made entirely of glass, and there was a small door on the bottom left of the building. The inside was like a log cabin, but it wasn't made of whole, round logs; they were cut and the walls and floors were flat. Straight ahead after entering there was an activity room that had a pool table in it, and to the right of the entrance against the wall was an office room. The office room was walled in, but from the waist up was an area of glass, so you could see in. Just beyond the office was a hall way that went deep into the dormitory with doors on either side of it. The room Bob, Jim, and I were in was the last on the left. I knew in my head that we were in a dorm room, but it looked like a stereotypical hotel room. There was one bed and a TV in front of it. The carpet was magenta mixed with dark blue and green. Yaknow, stereotypical hotel room. Bob had his backpack and I knew that he had some form of recreational drugs in it. We left the room and went to the activity room. Bob put his backpack on the pool table, and started to roll a joint. Then we look up and saw two men walk into the building. I personally knew they weren't cops, but Bob was worried and started to gather his things to go back to the room. Jim was like, okay. Then a middle-aged woman entered the room. I then realized that I had no pants on. I started to look for some pants and thought there would be some on the pool table, but it wasn't a pool table anymore, it was a very tall, normal table. The table's surface was up to my chest instead of my hip. I frantically reached on top of the table for pants. I found a pair, but they were shaped as if someone was wearing them. Bob said that they were his, took them, then threw me a pair of big, baggy, green jeans. I thought they were odd because the pockets were just below my knees... not that they were slacking, but that's just where the pockets were placed on the pants. Bob had already left and was probably in the room, but Jim and I stayed behind for a little bit because there was a group of four terribly gothic girls who were playing metal music. It was very simple, but the sound quality was legit, so I stayed until they were done. One of the girls said that I make her sound like a recording she made for her friend on FarmVille. I never played that game before, so I just said, "Oh," and walked on. I sat down and leaned my back up against a wall in the hall next to a large painting. I don't know what the painting was of, but there was a lot of blue, green, and white. Maybe a landscape? Anyhow, I realized that I was wearing earbud headphones and I was listening to a podcast. It was of my friends Jim and Bob talking about me realizing that I'm dreaming and if I will be able to. I didn't think anything of it. Anyhow, when I stand up, next thing I know is I'm in a banquet hall for martial arts. I was wearing a white tae kwon do uniform and I had a yellow belt. Bob had a black and a red belt on. Both belts he was wearing were slanted, but at different angles, so they made an X. Jim was sitting at our table. There were many rows of rectangular, brown tables. The ones you'd see at a family reunion. The one next to ours was a large, circle table. There were many karate people sitting at it. The space between our table and theirs was enough for me to squeeze through, but instead of walking through them, I lifted myself up between them like I would when I was a kid. I did a karate kick and the people at the round table laughed. The next thing I knew I was outside. I was hearing the earbud headphones I had on earlier and was listening to the same podcast... the one of which Bob and Jim were talking about me realizing I was dreaming. I still don't know why I didn't question it, but meh. I was hiking outdoors in a forest-like area. There were large trees on either side of me, and a dirt path in front of me. I walked on the path for awhile and got to a small incline. It was pretty steep, but only a few feet up, so I crawled up it. When I got to the top, the scenery around me changed. Instead of being surrounded by trees, there was a space on both sides of me that was free of trees. It was as if something had drawn a line on a map through the trees and they were gone on that strip of land. I passed it and the trees continued again. The podcast I was listening to changed from Bob and Jim talking to the two guys from Radiolab on NPR. They were talking about someone muscular who was on the run. I knew it couldn't be me because I'm not very muscular. Apparently he stole a ton of money. So, I get to another incline and just beyond it I get to a green truck/SUV. It was a mix between the pick-up truck and SUV. There was also a very large tree to the right of it, and just behind that, a police car was poking out. I was afraid of it because I thought the police officer would think I was the guilty one because I was just walking alone. I approached the cop car and it became another green SUV/truck. The were no more trees near me. I then saw a gas station and a street intersection. I crossed one street to get to the gas station. Parked there was a semi truck facing me. Next to it was another green SUV/truck. Then, another green SUV/truck pulled up to my side and flashed its lights at the semi-truck. The semi-truck slowly pulled forward, I looked up, and I opened my eyes. I was in my room, but it was still pitch black. I remembered the dreams that I just had and wondered why I never did a reality check. I wanted to make a habit out of doing them so I'd do them in my dreams, so I plugged my nose and breathed in. That's right, I breathed in. I had no problem breathing, even when my nose was plugged, and this blew my mind. I realized I had a false awakening. As soon as I put my hand back down, extremely intense vibrations waved throughout my body. My entire body was vibrating, but there was also a concentration of vibrations that pulsed up and down my body. Wherever the concentration of vibrations went in my body felt overwhelmingly good. I felt pure joy, relaxation, happiness, and pretty much every positive emotion and physical feeling. I kept blinking. Eventually, my vision of pitch-blackness started to rip in two. It was as if someone held a black piece of construction paper in front of my eyes and ripped it slowly. Behind it I saw my room, slightly lit from the morning sun.

Two people were running away from someone or something. They seem to be a couple. They were running through rooms in darkness. They were near an elevator, one was knocked out and the other taken in to the elevator. The one that was just in the elevator got out and waited by the elevator. A while later, the one that got knocked out came out of the elevator. Their memories were erased in the elevator but they seem to remember knowing each other.

I dreamt that I was in school learning Russian. The blonde female teacher was teaching me a few words and how to use the computer's command buttons. I was also asked to draw the letter P a lot.

I was in a big room with 2 other guys and we were playing with some boxes. They dressed up in childish suits and started fighting like idiots. Lucy was there so was Mark from Level 2 Maintenance.
I then appeared on a shore with people selling stuff on stands and medium buildings behind me. There was water that separated various islands. One particular island had a very large tower. I had to Mark of the Outsider and was able to Blink. I had a few missions, one of them was to kill a guy hoarding food. After I killed him in his underwater cave, I found a lot of stored potatoes. I left and found out that Mark got the credit for finding them. The area thrived and there was no more hunger. Mark knew it was thanks to me so he allowed me to share his riches. Later, a cop was abusing his power and whipping people. I confronted him and he tried to spray me. He missed and I knew it was a weak type of pepper spray. I grabbed my Phase IV from my duty belt and sprayed him back. I took his whip and started hitting him with it. He started running but I chased after him. He ran toweards the water and jumped. He started to fly and turned into a cat. In mid air, he turned around and started to fly towards the city but I jumped, Blinked right in front of him, and whipped him in the back of the neck. He fell to the floor and I threw the whip down. A security guard picked it up and showed me how ripped up the whip got after I hit him. I looked at the dying cop/cat, pulled out my pistol, and shot him, ending his misery.

Journal Entry non-lucid #42 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I had a headache after going to a meeting in my school. I couldn't concentrate so no mantras just a short meditation. The first dream got greatly influenced because I have to take care of my grandmother after she got some minor health problem.

Dream fragment 1, 8:43pm-12:45am." Grandma can't see":My grandmother tried to eat the fruits on the table. I noticed it was rotten. I told her not to eat it, but she did anyways. She picked up this traditional spicy food and she said there is nothing in there. I saw a big chunk. I told her to look again. She put it extremely close to her eye and she said I don't see it.

I woke up feeling better, but I still felt a little light headed. I played some BF3 which explain the landscape in my dream.
I stayed up and tried to do WILD. As I was laying on my back and drifted off. I noticed myself drifting off and instead of just awareness I gasped right back up. I felt some sensation disappear from me, maybe SP. Again I drifted off while on my back and I jolted, my legs kicked up. I got frustrated and slept after about 30-40min later. Instead of WILD I tried to do MILD. I tried visualizing and kept on saying the mantra. I was sleeping not on my back but my front. I fell asleep after some time.

Dream fragment 2, 3:50am-8:00am." Sleeping in a dream": The environmet looked like BF3, Northern Canal. I jumped and landed in some water. I got sleepy and I fell asleep. I woke up and I was sleeping in some pond. The dream was vivid at this point. I looked at the water and thought about the reflection and I look up I see the same pond as a reflection of this one.


This is yet another dream that I have slept inside of. It is strange and it might be a dreamsign.

1st Lucid in almost 3 weeks and ruin it.

Pre: 100mg 5htp 930pm
WBTB: 3mg Galantamine, 250 Choline, .3 mg Melatonin. 1am.

Quite restless getting back to sleep but after about an hour I fell asleep and woke with this about an hour later.

I was at a house with my daughter and my wife. I don't remember what she was doing but my daughter was in the buff. My wife noticed that she had a pretty bad rash on her behind. I went to the bathroom to get the butt cream and all of a sudden I had to number 2 like I had bad Mexican food the night before. I almost didn't get down in time and it seemed like the earth was coming out of me. I remember wiping and thinking WTF? At this point I did a RC and bam 7 fingers

Lucid: I was pretty excited since it had been awhile since my last lucid. I stood up and grabbed some of the bottles that were on a metal shelf next to the toilet. There were lotions and whatever other stuff is on those bottle on the shelves in my bathroom. Anyways I started trying to read them to no avail really. I touched the top of the metal grated shelf and headed into the hallway. TOTM with the dog bone was on my mind and I was going to the kitchen to find one. I got to the hallway and had shouted focus a moment before. I was walking down the hall singing "FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS" very excited. I saw the cabinets above the kitchen counters. They were pretty dark and then I thought about writing on dream views after I try the dog biscuit and then thought about waking up and wham whirled out.

I don't know how many times I have done this to myself. I just need to stick to the task and think of nothing else. I laid really still for awhile afterwards trying to DEILD to no avail. I had a bunch more non lucid dreams after this but no more lucids.

I suffer with fibromyalgia so sometimes I have trouble sleeping and am waking several times in the night. As result of this I've experienced many non-recurring dreams and nightmares.

Last night I woke several times in the night with these dreams:

Dream 1

I was in a small room with my husband Tony, not the house we live in but like a smaller version of one we used to live in only the windows weren't going from wall to ceiling like they did. I was sat at my computer and Tony was just stood up, we were conversing about something but I couldn't recall what we were saying. I then looked at the window and noticed that there was a flood that had gone about 3 inches past the bottom of the window and the whole world outside looked like a big ocean. I said to Tony "wow, the water is really high up." He walked to the window and looked through it, then a big splash of water smacked into the window causing it to shatter and the water started to pour in. Tony leaped to the side as the water gushed in and I let out a loud scream. At this point the dream started to get a bit lucid as I thought not so much about the water filling the room but that it was running onto the electrics and was going to electrocute us, and then I woke up.

Dream 2

Me and Tony were in what looked like an old church building with loads of brick-a-brack, and we were playfully smacking each others' faces, but each time he hit back it was harder than mine. I attempted to hit him and he ducked, so I pretended I was going to hit him and then I gave him a really quick and hard slap. Now he wasn't my husband anymore but a girl in a long grey woolen coat, and she cowered away from me and began to cry quietly. I apologized realising I hit her way too hard, but even though it was a girl it was still Tony. I turned my attention away from her and started pulling at a drawer to an old chest of drawers. At the bottom I found old tapes I owned as a child and old game cartridges. I said "now we've found the jackpot" and pulled out a cassette of the musical tales of red riding hood. I was excited about finding old stuff I used to own as a child and began discussing how I could convert the tapes into digital format if they still had the data on them and hadn't rusted, and I could hear clearly the song "it's a wonderful time for a walk in the woods so I'm happily on my way" being played loudly and clearly in my head. I looked again at the young girl and went to comfort her and tell her about the tape of red riding hood, but she winced and cringed away from me and began to quietly cry again.

Dream 3

I think this was becoming lucid at some point. I was saying to someone around me that when I'm unwell I dream of teeth falling out or being pulled out. I pulled at a loose tooth that had shattered into a small stub, and then I pulled out another next to it and began to worry that I had an extra large gap in my teeth. I looked at the second one I pulled out and it had a small black dot on it but it wasn't necessary for me to have removed it. I then noticed other teeth were loose and able to be pulled out and I didn't want them to come out in the dream, I think this is where it started to get a little lucid.

Dream 4

I was in a very dark room with a single light shining down towards a rotastack hamster system. Inside were lots of little hamsters and a shrew or gopher which was inside it. I had to get the shrew out without letting the hamsters escape as I needed to take it to a vet for examination and then given to a sanctuary, but every time I pulled a section apart more hamsters were trying to crawl out of them. I attempted to trap the shrew in one of the units and seal it off, but I didn't have enough stopper pieces to stop the hamsters or the shrew from escaping. The shrew also used its weight to knock apart the units it was being held captive in, so I was juggling the shrew, bits of rotastack, and trying to stop the hamsters from getting away. The shrew was trying to turn its head to bite my hand. I knew if it got its teeth embedded into my skin it could easily rip off one of my fingers, so I was struggling with it to prevent it from getting its teeth around my fingers. Hamsters were running all over the floor, and there was also a large black spider the size of a football entering the scene. It raised its front legs readying to grab and paralyze a hamster if it ran into its path. I was now desperately trying to stop the hamsters from going near the spider and trying to stop more from escaping the exposed tunnels whilst remaking the system with one hand and trying to hold the shrew and avoid being bitten by it with the other hand.

Despite the dreams developing some lucid moments I wasn't able to control them to stop the bad things happening. It's like as if I wanted to play it out.