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Dream - Lucid

I had written two books, and was in the process of writing a third. I don't remember the genre of the first two. The third was a very graphic horror book, and much longer than the first two, even though it wasn't finished yet.

We were by a book shelf, but I feel like we were at a grocery store? Courtney S. was there with a few other people. She and some of the others had read the other two, and they really liked them. Courtney S. picked up the third one to read, and I took it from her; this was not a book I was going to release to the public. It was about some people being at sea and tragedies started to strike them, starting with one of the characters getting a cork stuck in her throat. It got way worse after that; there were sex scenes and gruesome accidents. It was a hardback book that had a red jacket with some sort of pattern on it. It looked like Christmas wrapping paper. It was wayyyy too big for the book. I tore some of the excess paper off the book. I had apparently made the book covers with a kit used to create them.

I had not worked on the horror book for quite some time. I started to read it myself, and get myself into the mood to write the book. Some of it was written out like a play, with the characters talking in turn, having their names precede their dialog. I could picture it as I was reading it; I saw the lady who got the cork stuck in her throat speaking with another lady. She foolishly had the cork in her mouth. The other lady was supposed to call 911 when the cork got lodged in her friend's throat. Then, there was a scene that I didn't finish reading, one about a guy I know IWL named Jeff B., and it was a sex scene between him and I. I imagined him with no shirt. He was very sculpted.

I felt strangely excited about reading and writing the book again, almost sexually so.

I then remember seeing a grocery store aisle by the check out counters.

~

I absolutely know I dreamed more last night, but no more recall. I did go to bed late, and am up early for work again.

I did my meditation yesterday. I like to meditate on my inner light and love. I always visit a monk in my meditations, and he helps to walk me through them. I cleansed my chakras, and let go of my anxieties and negative energy. It was definitely something I have been meaning (and needing) to do. Towards the end of it, I felt as if I was falling asleep, but I wasn't falling asleep; it was like I was falling into a very meditative state. My chest started to feel warm. I couldn't really feel my fingers touching the bed. I then saw a big purple blob in the middle of my vision, and heard a voice say
"I am afraid my child will come home."
I would liken this occurrence to the weird thoughts one has before falling asleep sometimes.
I then came out of the deep state, but was still in a somewhat meditative state. I meditated for about 20 minutes or so. Gonna try to do it again today after work, though I am afraid I might fall asleep instead...I am going to be wiped.

This morning i found myself deilding from a semilucid by visualizing myself in a rotating chair. I managed to deild 3 times and always by rotating my body until i felt i could use a dream body and get out of bed with it.

I managed to play pulling my hand trough objects, sometimes feeling a mild pain. Didnt succeed with old school fireballs or kamehamehas.

7/25/14

Nap around 1pm - 3:30 pm.

DR before 3pm

I'm in a circular room, with one side missing a wall. Something like houses in tropics. Room is nicely furnished. We are expecting someones arrival. We know he is a very dangerous person. Someone behind me, who i think is my dad, has something in his hand. I know that we need to keep strict protocol and the visitor is not gonna like any deviance. I'm telling this person to hide it behind the chair, no put it in the closet, yea, closet. No put it in the basket.

The visitor is arriving by car. I stand up and and walk into the middle of the room. I'm realizing that this way I'm shielding Ophelia, who is sitting behind me now. I know I should not be standing in front of her, but I want to keep her safe, even if she will not like it.

The visitor is a young man. Incredibly friggin handsome, about 15 yrs old. He is smiling, and I bow my head, as protocol calls for it. I know if I don't get it right, our lives can be at stake. The young man is Pol Pot. He smiles back at me, and his smile is not threatening. I don't feel any danger, but I know it could go either way.

Recorded at 8.00am

I'm at Daryl's old house with Dianne and Kayley. We're sitting in the lounge room and talking about movies. Dianne mentions about owning all the need for speed movies and that she kept them all tucked away under the TV in the unit. I have a look and notice that she had about 3-4 movies of need for speed [there's only 1 need for speed movie IRL. I figure she meant the Fasf and Furious movies]. Dianne mentions about putting on the movie Gladiator. I get excited and tell them that it's my favourite movie. I see a scene of Russell Crowe in the battle arena. He's angry and starts to attack the enemies. He lunches and stabs the man in the throat. It looks pretty gruesome and real.

I'm now sitting down on the floor in a room full or people. People are introducing themselves by saying their name. I tell everyone I'm a faggot. Most people have a laugh and some are rather confused at why i randomly said that. I think quick of an explanation on why I said that and mention to the people sitting in front of me that they should probably move away from me and give me front row view. We must have been watching something for me to say that.

Im with Josh and we are inside a pub. We're purchasing tickets for something.

I walk towards the entrance of my primary school and just hands me a ticket with a envelope. The envelope has the ticket number written on it in blue texture.

We make our way back into the pub and I give them my tickets. They tell me it's invalid and I cannot use it. I check my pockets for another ticket in case I grabbed the wrong one, but couldn't find anything. I start to feel a sense of danger and quickly grab a few things off the bar and leave the pub, leaving my wallet behind.

I'm thinking about Jason, the nemesis of Freddy Krueger. I see him coming my way and I try and hide by walking around the medical clinic as he walks around if also. Keeping out of his sight. I'm now about 100m up from the clinic and I see Jason coming my way on a motorbike. He doesn't look as big and scary as the real Jason but similar. He is quite slow at trying to grab me and I keep pushing him away as he gets closer on his bike. Eventually he gets a hold of my arms and he seems pretty strong. I pull free and grab a nice sized stick that's not too far away. I begin hit Jason with it, over and over again. It doesn't do enough damage as I was intending too.

I'm now in the clinic of pub and I ask for my wallet that I see on the counter. They mention about my invalid ticket and give me a refund, and tell me it may have been due to me not showing my concession card. I tell them I didn't show my concession card as I only thought I had to if I get asked. They tell me that I was lucky not to get a $50 fine also.

Side Notes:
Reminder to add an alarm which turns itself off after a couple seconds.

Dream 1:

First we were at some theatre and there was a man on stage with a dragon that looked like it was made of clay and at the end of the shows it turned into a paper box kite, still in form of the dragon, but for some reason I thought it was a giant squid. Later in the dream I discovered it was real whilst walking through a plaza of Japan, but while it was in front of me, instead of a dragon it was a giant shrimp (but I still thought squid). Turns out the guy who owned the dragon/shrimp/squid was actually John Watson (Sherlock) who hated the theatre life and wanted to give up his sanity in order to die. I tried telling him not to, but he clicked a website link on a piece of paper (which was how he was giving up his sanity) and died.

Then we were on some kind of airport and heard a tiny 'clink' from a plane that was landing, apparently it crashed, but the plane was totally fine and everyone in it. There were two cars there, a YouTuber (Robbaz) who I watch took the children into his car to drive home safely and my friend from school was in the other car, waiting for me and my other friend to get in the car. Next we were driving out of Queensland which was also Hollywood, we drove past a hotel called the "Artery Hotel" which was an almost flat and tall building with an elevator in the middle and apparently I had stayed there.

Dream 2:

I was in some kind of video game, sometimes I was spectating and sometimes I was in it. A few friends of mine and I were running away from these monsters, one type looked like a shadow beast from Zelda: Twilight Princess:



except, it had a more tear dropped shielded face, only had weaves coming from the top and at the back like multiple tails, walked on all fours like a tiger and dripped some kind of goo. The second type had a seaweed like body, they usually had one, two or three and had circular heads with glowing white eyes. The third type looked like the first except it walked on two legs and was more muscular built. Soon I was spectating and Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) was running from them (I watched Sherlock before I went to bed that night). He was trying to be smart about the situation but ended up cornered by them and probably died because I woke up before it happened.

It started with me in a unknown school the lights were off and I could see other kids entering inside. I am guessing like myself that they came here to get something however I didn't know if they had weapons or not so I stay hidden. That's when I heard someone walking my direction and before I could react my head was pick up by someone and I black out. I then wake up in Father room however I found it extremely hard to move as if I was in SP, that's when an unknown man came inside and told me he couldn't help me out in the school. I told him how did you know about my school dream? He begins to hesitate to answer, that's when I heard my brain racing with a pulse going back and forth. I interrupted him by saying I'm dreaming this is a dream, I tired to get up but felt like I was glued to the bed.
The man told me to stop moving and was holding me down making it even harder to move. I told him to get off me and let me continue however he wouldn't. That's when I tried to phase through the orange curtains but as I did it sent me back to Fathers bed. I began trying to punch the guy in the face and try to use telekinesis to blow him away however that one didn't work. Eventually he lost consciousness and I got stronger to finally get off from the bed. There was still something wrong my head was twisted back like an owl. As I tried turning it several times to it's correct position I finally got it and got to see why the bed was messed up as the gravity gone crazy. The covers were floating up while Father room seems much darker, That's when I left Father room to the living room, the lights were all off. My eyes look around in amazement by how real looking it is compare to waking life. I then decided to go outside through the back door as I did told myself to maintain my lucidity.
As I walk outside I notice it is night I tried to make the sun come out as I look at the moon but failed. That's when randomly a hat appeared on my head, I ran up the hill and surprisingly it felt cold as I get up on the top I see the sky changing to a clouded early morning. I then realize I drop my hat so I ran back to pick it up that's when I heard and saw a woman talking on the phone relaxing and beside her I see a black truck. I jump on the truck and jump down the fall in real life would've break my legs but I knew the dream would make me float gently down.
That's when I tried to summon a DC by closing my eyes but it didn't work and I ended up teleporting to a abstract but great looking place. My mother saw me and said hey while she watches TV, that's when I notice Father room on one side of the unknown building but I heard upstairs my brother was there so I decided to go up there first.
As I walk on these expensive looking stairs my brother comes in a red T shirt and tells me was up? As he races pass me and goes quickly down stairs. I told him and Mother that I was dreaming they both look at me with a silly face and my brother says " Yeah right " This got on my nerves as I walk fully downstairs. I tell him I am dreaming as I lift up my index finger and said watch it will go through the wall. I quickly jammed my finger to the wall to only find out it was solid and push slammed my finger on to it. My face became shock with embarrassment as my mother and brother both laugh my brother follow up by saying " Told you you're not dreaming " " I am " I quickly said as I tried it again but failed again and again in till my 5th attempt I manage to partially make my finger go inside it but my Mother or Brother were not impress and still not convince that this is a dream. I shouted " Fine don't believe me see if it matters to me, I have important stuff to do here anyway " I proceeded to going in to Father room and close the door. The orange light is already on I look at the screen to see Tekken Tag 2 playing, I watch it as the characters fight which seem so broken from the actual thing.
I press the PSN screen and the time stated 4:07 PM I then watch some more of the video game for about 30 seconds. I then notice how the subconscious was changing the place, I wanted to spawn a DC so I tried again to test my dream control but it didn't work. I look at the screen some more and saw the system I tried using the object to turn it in to a person but it ended up exploding the system which made all the lights in Father room turn off. As I tried to quit out of the Tekken Tag 2 game but it kept showing error over and over again. That's when I decided to sit back and relax and simply watch the game, after 15 more seconds I woke up. Lucidity Time : 11 Minutes.

Was inside a team fortrass 2 map, when the heavy character turned into a 4 floors high hamburger. then giant hamburgers started falling from the sky.


i dont even like hamburgers...

Just in case anyone who isn't me reads this (i find that hard to believe) heres some backstory: i live in israel and in a city that is relatively close to the gaza strip. last couple of weeks been tense and our city was being bombed a lot. 2 weeks ago a rocket fell in our parking lot and blew up 3 cars and i guess i got a bit traumatized.

I am in the street and i know a rocket just fell on the road. one person got his hand stuck in some sort of rock (i dont know how a rocket attack could result in someones hand getting trapped inside a rock but its a dream). he pulls his hand out and his palm of his hand is missing, then he starts screaming. suddenly i am in my apartment who is very crowded with a lot of people i know who are my distant family members. i see the guy who lost his hand talking to his wife on the balcony about some thugs who are hanging around in the neighborhood who might rob us at night. i want him to know i know what he's going through so i take off my glove and show him my 3 missing fingers. i have all of my fingers in real life, probably got that from davos from game of thrones. i see my mom in the kitchen cooking something so i walk to her to tell her i'm going to be sleeping with a knife today and then the dream ends.

what a retarded dream, didnt make sense at all

A false awakening during which I tried to write down the previous dream. The dream I was writing down was a Rumpelstiltskin POV, and I'd written that in Belle's version of their shared dream there had been no corresponding scene with Bae. When Rumpelstiltskin found this out from her, he had a sort of bitter "aha!" reaction to it, as if this proved him right in doubting something. But now that I was 'awake' and writing this down, I thought he was mistaken in that reaction. There was more I wanted to write, but my pen ran out of ink. I went to fetch another and was distracted by various things.

(Woke up for real. Back to sleep.)

There are four servants in a mansion, one who's getting ready to serve guests. The other three have to stay out of sight of the guests, and two of them have stepped out a back door to talk about something.

The other one of those three servants, the only woman among them, finds those two standing around the open door and is very upset at them for leaving it open. They have some reason for it - but while doors are open, the spell that freezes time inside the mansion weakens. Allowing a few minutes to pass here and there means very little to them, but that fourth servant, the one currently serving the guests, is human. He only has so many minutes in his lifetime. She wants to preserve that limited life of his for as long as she can, even if it's only a few centuries. She's furious at them for allowing any of it to slip away.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A car crashes out of a portal onto a hill. The woman inside is unconscious, and when she wakes up, she gives the name of a flight that crashed with her and her husband on it. She believes that she's just woken up after that plane crash; she doesn't remember the car or the portal. That plane crash happened days or weeks ago. But she's taken to the hospital where her husband is still staying.

When her husband sees her, he's shocked to see she looks much younger than before she disappeared. He takes out her compact mirror from her purse - he has all of her things that were found at the plane crash site - and hands it to her. As he does so, I see an image of her at three ages. Her appearance now is a young woman with strangely large eyes, blonde hair worn straight back under a headband, neatly dressed. But I'm also seeing a version of her several years older, with long wavy hair and a loose dress; and at the same time, a version of her that's about 5 years old. I realize that she became younger while she stayed in that place on the other side of the portal, and if she'd stayed longer she would have reverted to that 5 year old image.

Last night everything went well, I did SSILD at bedtime and even though I know it doesn't work that way I thought it was a good idea to give it a chance and maybe have it wake me up naturally throughout the night. That morning my WBTB alarm went off and I felt in the right mood for FILD which I tried but I couldn't fall in a deep sleep, I stayed in a nice peacefull limbo till 09:00 at which time my normal alarm went of.

Anyway, I feel like I have the basic foundation again to build on and hopefully archieve lucidity soon.

I am playing Minecraft. I load in a new world and instantly recognize it. It is one of the old worlds that I played perhaps two years ago. There was a large flat peninsula covered in trees. I built a castle on the end of it in my time playing. But the world is devoid of any man-made structure, as if I had just re-used the seed.
So I punch a tree and craft wood tools. I then go to a cave entrance and upgrade to stone. I then (I do not recall this being part of the world.) Fell into a deep underground ravine. The fall was so far that I only had half a heart left on the bottom. I turn around, there is a zombie and a creeper approaching me. I fight both of them off without taking any damage.
My health starts to regenerate and I notice that the creeper dropped a strange object. A gold coin with a clown face on the front of it. I walk over and pick it up. The game says "Minebucks Coin Added"
Then I 'remembered' that these coins were part of the newest update in Minecraft. And they were a way of saying 'thank you' for playing our game. Every time you get a Minebucks coin, you earn a dollar in real life.
I explore the cave for a bit, trying to find a way out. I come across another player skin, but he has the clown face from the coin as his face. I kill him and get a second coin. This appears to be some new type of hostile mob in the game. I kill four or five of these guys and get a coin from each one.
Then this musical beat kicks in. I lose control of the character and watch as somebody else plays. They start mining. The song is one of those where there are two singers almost having a conversation with one another. One singer is the kid's mom, and the other singer is the kid playing.
I can't recall the lyrics but the mom was singing about how her child should play Minecraft all day every day and make the family rich through these coins. The kid starts singing about how he wants to do other things as well.
I wake up.

July 25, 2014

7:56 final wake

Rating: 4/5

3mg melatonin at 11:00PM before sleeping around 11:30-12:00-ish

+ I cant really remember my first dream well but it was at night and involved driving around. Thats about all i can give for this

+ This dream was much better. It started with a racing theme. I was at a outdoor race track during the day . I started on the road outside of it and decided to walk the track to see what it was like so i could go to it one day and know it. So i go walking into the track area and see that it is in the woods, as there are trees growing everywhere. It is not thick though, there is no low bushes and thick brush. I look and see one way signs pointed to the right so i follow them. I walk along it to see that its not all that great, looks like it needs to be repaved bad. Each turn, you can go left or right but they all end up at the same spot. After a while of walking i see a mc Donald's and some kids trying to get on the roof. I ask them if they are trying to get on the roof and they tell me yes but start walking away. We walked separate ways to a school building to a stair case outside. It was big, and made of solid concrete. We went up to the highest level the stairs there was to a dead end, when i told them i could climb to the next level. So i climbed a little ledge next to the stairs and grabbed on to a tan colored metal frame that pivoted on a point and swung on it, and swung right over a gap in the wall onto the next floor. The guy climbing with my gets up too, but the girl is not able to yet. We get up there and notice its a old theater. Its a relatively small room, with theater style rows if seat folding chairs bolted to the ground. They have bright red cushion, the carpet here is red, the walls have striped wall paper with a tall beautiful dark wood trim. Like i said, the room is small so we walk past only about 15 rows of chairs to the doorway into another room. This room I have seen in my dreams before. It is a lobby area. This room is almost to dark to see in. There is a reception counter, and by the door there is a big chair on a raised platform. This room is not too big or too small but it is a theater lobby. There was an additional hallway in this room i started to go down when i heard that the girl found a way up but was lost on the floor looking for us. I headed back to the room between the lobby and the theater seating and went down a hallway that i needed a flashlight for. I heard her call and thought it was the door closest to me and i took the board holding it shut off when i heard her again, i looked farther and saw her in a to looking into a mirror. I go get her, put the board back on the door, and begin heading to the lobby. When i get there, there are two security guards waiting and they catch us hanging out on this floor, i ask them how they knew we were here and I believe they say they saw us go up. I try punching one in the face but for some reason they wont land. We walk back into the theater room but before we get there, one of the guards turns into the big psycho that monitors the insane asylum in "Outlast". I run down a hallway and hid behind a door. The room i just entered is about the size of a average bedroom, stuff is broken, knocked over, or thrown every where as if something really bad happened her. The only light comes from a fire in the fireplace. I slowly open the door enough to look out into the darkness of the hall way. Seeing nothing I open the door up and run to the theater room where the normal cop hands me a spell book. I read some, cup my hands and launch little fireballs at the advancing bad guard but he just stops and looks at me like its some sort of joke. The one guard whose normal says wanna just go? And the other one says yes and they leave. I sit in a classroom secretly cupping my hands and make fire balls by thinking of it in my mind. I am not lucid though it looks like a good idea for when I am.

+ this dream i start by driving yellow a 240sx and I pull into a lot to turn around. Its an over cast day and the roads are all wet. There is quite a bit of cars out driving and parked in the lot I am in. I get out for a bit and use a little 240 on the pavement to show myself how I want to drift it. I get back in my car and start going back onto the street when I am stopped by a crowd of people. Apparently we are all going to my grandmothers funeral we get into the seating room when i wake up.

The dream was basically non-lucid for the entire way through until something special happened for one part. Enjoy.

I was in this place outside of Canary Wharf, and lived in a little apartment with my family members, akin to the ones that travelled with me to Center Parcs, although not all of them. There was a little fake warsite outside our homes. There were two tunnels, one to led the lower part of the other tunnel that was next to it through the wall. As people would pass through manually through walking from the end of my tunnel to the beginning of the second tunnel, I saw the architect of the tunnel tinkering with something. I stood next to him and watched him. He told me I could pass through the tunnels from this secret way he built. but I should only go from the way that’s closest to my house or bad things would happen. He left and I began using, it to go through the tunnels to fight people.

I returned to my house to see my cousins panting and desperately rushing in. They were almost attacked and were innocent. I told them of the secret way and it’s warnings. They heeded the warning and stayed in the apartment. After the fighting had stopped we all went to Canary Wharf.
Suddenly, we heard a bomb go off and someone escaping. The whole place was thrown into Chaos, everyone wanted to go through the front doors of the Clifford Chance building but it was destroyed. My mother and all my family were with me. We decided to climb the building to get to the emergency stairway out. Everyone was in a state of panic as lights flashed on and off. We headed to the third floor, and people started screaming, scared that they wouldn’t be able to escape. I shouted I know the way through this floor, everyone follow me. But. Another bomb was set off and somehow it managed to get into this section of this 30 story building. I somehow managed to avoid the explosion, but when I turned around to ask my family if they were all okay, they were all dead. Everyone was dead but me. I got out of the building from that floor and managed to see a car racing back to a broken down, tiny little warehouse outside of the building.
I found a gun on the ground and drove in a orange car towards it. I was going to avenge my family and everyone who died. I drove in behind the warehouse and got out my gun. I went in through the east side of the warehouse. There were goons planted near some stairs, but they weren’t the ones who planted the bombs. I tried to rush upstairs, not wanting to shoot them as they weren’t my target. They tackled me to the ground and called the one who set off the bomb. He was communicating with someone and he was upstairs. He came down, annoyed that I survived the explosion and shot me.

But that wasn’t the end. I rewound time in order to fix my mistakes and avenge them properly. I rewound to the time we were all going to Canary Wharf and saw the car about to throw the first explosive. He threw it and quickly drove back to the warehouse. I chased him. And I was ast. I was on foot, I had adrenaline pumping through me and I was ready to save hundred’s of people’s lives. I got to the base and as he was climbing up the stairs I shot him in the chest. I then shot the rest quickly and effortlessly as if I was born to wield a gun. I felt no guilt as I brutally took the lives of these three criminals. I went upstairs to see someone else communicating with someone on a little computer. I shot him in the head and returned downstairs. I noticed, a toddler appeared. He was under the stairs and was playing with one of the phones that the bomb planter had. On the phone was the face of a man with black hair, shouting asking where everyone was. He saw my face and gasped. He said “Th-That’s Luke.. the agency’s biggest target how is this possible!” I quickly snatched the phone from the baby and took out the battery of the phone. I didn’t know what to do with the baby so, I took it back to my apartment. It was a boy I thought and children of this generation loved tablets. I brought out my tablet and gave it to him to play.

Dream - Lucid

Something about a roller coaster.

I told myself when I woke up from this one, I'd remember. I told myself to just remember "roller coaster". And now, that's literally all I can remember. -_-'

~

I was with some other people, though I couldn't say for sure who they were. We were taking shelter somewhere, though; America had been bombed by Britain. They had dropped a nuke on us.

Wherever it was that we were, there was a lot of radiation in an area of the room. Most of it was coming from this thing on the ceiling that we called a "generator". It had something to do with the bombings; it got moved during them, and absorbed a lot of radiation. It was this black and white metal thing that looked kind of like a moon rover. I remember getting close to it a few times, and being warned not to.

I want to say the room we were in had some sort of anti-gravitational property in it; I feel like when we would get close to the generator on the ceiling, we were floating to it.

Then, I was talking to my mom. She was telling me about something her and Windy, a woman I know from when I was in college, something about what they did during the bombing. I asked my mom about what Katie did.
"I mean crazy Katie," I said. I was referring to my old roommate from college.
I don't remember my mom's response.

I remember thinking about the exact area that had been bombed and wondering if the people immediately died on impact.

~

This dream took place post-bombing as well, but that was not the focus of the dream. It seemed that some time had passed after the initial bombing, maybe a few weeks.

I was outside somewhere, and I wanted to go do something. It had to do with my brother. I went to go speak with my doctor about this. It had something to do with my right foot; I wanted to tell her that something was wrong with it.

I put this giant black roller skate-type thing on my right foot. It was my brother's. I started to skate and walk to wherever it was that I was going. I entered a building, and into this room that looked like a lobby. It was spacious with lots of couches. I approached a lady sitting on one of the couches. She was my Doctor, Dr. B, but she looked kind of like a teacher I had in college, Dr. D. She was wearing a white lab coat over her clothing. She was also working on charts. I got her attention, and she looked up. I told her something about my right foot. She looked at me as I told her, but she seemed concerned, or like she thought that something else was wrong instead of the foot. I thought about how contradictory it was that I was telling her about a foot problem, and yet, I was wearing this giant roller skate on the affected foot. She then went on to tell me something.
"They're bruised," she said.
She was referring to the bottom of my rib cage on the right side. I "remembered" getting it x-rayed last time I was there. I guess the results were in.

I then had two of the big black roller skates instead of just one. They were made for skating on carpet. I skated around on the carpet inside for awhile, feeling how easy and effortless it was. I hadn't skated in years, so I thought it would be more difficult to get back into it.

I then was on the phone with someone, looking for this secret entrance to somewhere. It had been a place my brother liked and was very well-known at, but my brother was out of town with his fiance'. I feel like I was supposed to have a purpose for going to the secret place, like I was supposed to be trying to fix something that was wrong with me. The lady on the phone had asked me if such-and-such (can't remember what she asked me), and I said no. She had seemed slightly irritated, but hid it well, and continued to direct me.

I got off the phone afterwards, and I found the entrance somewhere in this rocky area, I think there may have been water there too. I had been there a couple of times before, but it had been years. You had to be very precise upon entering it though, or you'd go the wrong way. I slid down this smooth rock slide, but ended up in the wrong place. I had to go all the way back around and start over.

I remember being back where I started, and there were so many different ways you could go. The whole area was rocky, and it was like I was in the middle of a circle with my options all around me. The someone that I had been on the phone with then offered their help. It was a woman. I had to follow her. She was showing me a shortcut so I wouldn't have to go all the way back around. I followed her to the secret place. The shortcut she took should have seemed obvious to me, I thought. Duh. But I am not good with directions. -_-'

Anyway, so I was there, in the secret place. It was the skating rink I used to frequent as a child. I was skating on the skate floor. There were a few others there, mostly people who worked there. I skated by them, as they were all standing in the same area, close to the benches on the side of the skate floor. I was then asked about my brother, about if he wanted something, or wanted me to have this something, I don't remember for sure, or what the something was. Not entirely sure I knew what the something was when I was in the dream either. I told them I didn't know. They were going to send Kasey Kasem to ask; they knew my brother loved Kasey Kasem. I told them that he was out of town with his fiance'. So they had Kasey call him instead. I heard him talking on the phone, but I did not see him.
"Hi, this is Kasey Kasem," he started, as he so often did on the radio.
He started to ask my brother what he wanted to ask him.

I saw my brother sitting at a table at a restaurant with his fiance', talking on the phone.

I then wondered if this was a different Kasey Kasem, since the real one died. I thought maybe there was someone that worked at the rink that went by that name.

~

The Kasey Kasem thing could have easily been a lucid trigger. Gah. Oh well.

I think I'm going to try getting back into meditation, if I can discipline myself enough to stick with it. That really seems to help my LDs, while also making me feel better all around. I'll see what I can do. I can easily take 30 minutes out of my day to do it. Just gotta stay focused.

*EDIT*

Just remembered a fragment.

I was handling a few small birds. They looked like finches.



As one jumped on my finger, I felt its small talons digging into my finger. I expected this. It was alright, though; I was caring for the birds.

I was pushing a car down a street myself. It was attached to some sort of contraption that had a handle like a lawnmower's. I accidentally released the handle, and that caused the car to shoot down the street at high speed. It went up some steps and into a building, and then it started to rock back and forth, hitting a wall and bouncing off and them running over a dog and bouncing back, and then again and again, wall dog wall dog. I heard the dog's horrible pain sounds from a distance. Finally the car stopped. I felt so guilty over the dog. I wanted to go over and say how sorry I was, and that it was am accident, but I did not think "sorry" would be enough.