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I am hired for a temporary janitor position at the college where I was a janitor for a year in the past. Hired onto my old crew, only a couple people have stuck around, the rest are really brand new to janitor work. One new guy is showing me the ropes, even though I know more than he does. Not being one to over-talk people, I am unable to let them know that I actually know what I'm doing, and have spent more time cleaning this exact building than all of them have combined....

We all get ready to head off to our particular areas, and I show one of the guys where I usually park my bicycle so he has a safe place for his as well. I remember my friend who got his bike stolen during his work shift, and have since found a better spot to park it. I have him follow me up the elevator in A wing. I get off on the wrong floor, and have to get on another elevator. This time, people are getting off, and some other people want to get on and go down instead of up, so I get back out and board the elevator across the room instead. Reaching the top floor, we cross a big bridge to C Wing, and I realize it would've been easier to just enter C Wing from outside instead of our approach. Too late now though.

There is a secret elevator that only maintenance workers and janitors have access to with our special keys that takes you to a remote mechanical room in the center of the building - perfectly safe place to lock a bike! I forgot to grab my set of keys, so instead, I go to a balcony that is rather exposed and uncomfortable for potential thieves to do their work. There is an elevator that leads down the the balcony. I wait for it, as my co-worker takes the stairs and then a ramp down to the balcony. I get on the elevator, this one is just a platform, open sides, like a lift in a factory or something, and ride it down 6 ft to the balcony where I lock my bike.

I think I'll need my set of janitor-keys, so I start to walk back toward the supervisor's office. Suddenly she is right in front of me, and hands me my set of keys! She also gives me a paper with a list of what tasks I have to do for that day. It's impossibly long, but I'm feeling confident. Some of the other janitors on my crew are nearby, and ask what I have to do on my sheet. I start to unfold it again, but before I can get a good look at it, an 18 Wheeler Grocery delivery driver turns the corner, panicked because he's lost. He looks really beaten up, lots of black and blues on his face, and some cuts and scrapes all over. A black eye too! I point the way back to his truck, and then suggest that he probably does MMA fighting like the other guy I know, and I wouldn't mess with those guys. It sounds fun, but I've never done it.

I start to float around through the air, and fly down a hallway at walking speed, back to the top of C-Wing near where my bike is parked. There is a party up on top, lots of loud music and people drinking unknown beverages. Police are there too, but don't seem to care about the loud music or anything. I turn down a few drinks, and avoid the police just out of habit. They are super offended that I am not drinking with them. I realize that my facebook profile makes it look like I drink, so I adjust my details from my phone, giving their drinking party a personal rating of 2/5 for me. I think that's a bit harsh, so I change it to 3/5. Somehow, they get notified that I rated them 3/5 and get even more upset at me. I try to explain why I did that, and don't do drugs. They just storm off, not hearing a word I say.

I walk toward my bicycle to make sure it is locked, and instead of finding my bicycle, I find an operating room, white walls, white floor, white ceiling, and a patient with some serious tubing coming out of his arm from his heart. He is a clone, about to be killed to have his organs harvested because the person he was cloned from needed an organ transplant. Also, someone needs his blood urgently. He looks like he's already dead, just on artificial breathing, with machines pumping blood around to keep the organs fresh for the next few minutes. I feel like I'm a clone too, waiting to be harvested for the person I'm cloned from. Well, "nothing to lose then". I pull one of the tubes out of him, and blood starts squirting out of it. For some reason, I have to really get a lot of blood. I don't know how I know this. So I pull the next tube, and more blood comes out. The surgeons start shouting at me as I pull the whole apparatus out of the guy's arm and a deluge of blood rushes out like a fire hose. Kinda gross... Before he loses all his blood, he is re-cloned. This clone of the clone sees me doing this, and gets really pissed off, and throws random surgical equipment at me in a rage. One of the other people I'm with is spontaneously cloned as well, and both of them start to chase me. Since I'm a clone, I know this isn't real, which means I have telekinesis.

I run away from them, not really concerned about any of this because it's not real. I use my telekinesis to pull debris and sharp objects into their path as I run down a metal bridge connecting two tall buildings as I pass through this void type area, surrounded by darkness except for the bridge, myself, and my pursuers. Some more people appear on the other side of the bridge and they surround me. Just as Neo would do in the Matrix, I use telekinesis to stop space and time around me, rendering everyone harmless and ridiculously slow. As I do this, the clone of the guy I was bloodletting comes to understand me, and there is peace between us. Immediately, there is also peace between the others who were attacking me as well, and it seems all conflicts have been resolved.

Last night went okay, I was able to fall asleep quiet fast despite the warm weather... that was until I woke up around 03:30. I was wide awake, so warm and I started almost panicking about how long this night would last. I was too scared to even move as it could wake me up even more, I was content with the fact I was in that limbo mode of sleep/awake where time seemed to pass faster than normal.

Anyway, two dreams.

1. A small problem

It's the first day of the school year and I'm waiting in the hallway infront of a class with some other students to get the administration done. Someone walks out and I'm called inside, the class is larger than normal and there's one table with on one side 2 chairs on which two of my teachers sit, on the other side no chair. I walk up to the table and crouch on my knees instead, the floor is very soft almost like a sponge and it's quiet comfortable. One of the teacher says we should start with the paperwork, they start checking some files and after a minute he notices something. He tells me there's a problem with one page, it has a small hole in it that somehow corresponds to a file in the court of justice. It has something to do with a drug case and they ask me if I have anything to do with it, I respond saying I don't know of anything and they say it wouldn't be much of a problem. After some minutes they're done and lead me outside the class, they tell me it's all done and smile.

2. I'm quiet good at this!

I'm playing some game called 'Dwarf fortress', it's really difficult cause it uses ASCII-art and uses icons instead of graphics. I embark somewhere on a cold tundra and dig down, there I make a base. After some time the ASCII-icons fade away in a 3D graphic overview of the fort and it looks really good. I'm impressed with my work but notice how deserted everything is, then I notice a message in the bottom right of the screen which says some epidemic is going around and most dwarfs are either death or have abandoned the place.

This day I went to the beach and after some hours I got bored and decided to maybe do something that could help me with lucid dream control in the future. As you might've heard already one of my goals in lucid dreaming is to relive the Normandy landings of D-Day. There weren't many people anyway so I thought I could give it a shot. I went about 50 meters into the sea which was pretty much the limit of how far you were allowed to go that day. Then I looked back at the beach and tried visualizing the scene, I imagined MGs scattered throughout the polder embankments and mortars shells exploding on the beach. Then I tried to get up to the beach as fast as possible, I swear I could almost hear the gunfire and stuff. I kept it quiet discreet though, I must say even with just some swimming shorts on I was exhausted 70 meters up the beach.

Dream one:
I was sitting with my family in the living room watching TV. A commercial of some kind pops up featuring a man in a towel (Old spice commercial? I can't remember to be honest). I'm able to see a part of his private parts and get shy as all of my family is watching. Oddly enough, they don't seem to react even after the guy proceeds to touch his genitals. I find this way too strange and start questioning my family's mental health instead of realizing it's just a dream but I do get to do that when I finally conclude that this is way too strange. I pinch my nose and breathe. Yep, I'm dreaming. I admire how real and intricate the scene is and then try to figure out something to do. Unfortunately, my real right eye's vision interferes with the dream and I'm able to see real life from one eye and the dream from the other (cool!), this doesn't last though and I wind up in a mix of real life and dream senses unable to distinguish one form the other leading me to lose the dream and waking up.


Dream two:
I can't remember much of the dream unfortunately, though I do remember stabilizing the dream on more than one occasion. The last one of which took place in my grandparents' house stairs. I'm going up stairs when the scene suddenly blurrs. I calm myself, rub my hands, and will the dream to stabilize; It does! I keep going up and I try to summon C by expecting her to be in the next room but when I turn around I don't find her. I suddenly wake up.

To start off, this lucid dream felt like it was 3 hours long. I forgot to wake up immediately after so I dont remember all of it.

I was in the outskirts of a city. My friend Thomas somehow got this Supercar. We got in and he flew us to a construction site in the city. We arrived and landed the car near some system of pipes. I soon found out that I had come along to help them with breaking into some strange vault, but it wasnt filled with money. At this point I was already lucid. We walked over to the vault to start our task. Oddly enough it was only locked by a couple of wires. I went to untie the wires with my friend Patrick. It only took us about 1 minute to get all the wires out of the way, but then we found out that it was also locked by chains. This is where I figured other people would start getting suspicious so I went back to the car to act as a look-out. As I walked back to the car I noticed that it was basically a super car. It had airborne capabilities, the power of a tank, it could transform, it was truly a work of art. It was black and resembled a black Ferrari. I had custom vents and everything. Anyways, I soon saw a cop passing by, I tried getting in the car but found that I couldnt because of the fact it was my friend Thomas'es car. The car was locked by the physics of GTA V, because it wasnt my car, I couldn't get in the drivers seat. Instead I stood outside the car and made sure no one came in. My friends finally opened the vault, and I was not expecting what was inside. There were 5 small planes, they resembled small dragonflies, but somehow made into a plane. Some of my friends got in the planes, and I got in the last one. Apparently it was my friend Ryan's plane but I got in anyway and started to take off. Upon doing so, I almost crashed into some poles because we were taking off basically from underground. I made it out though and flew through some more obstacles before I finally got into the free air. Once I made it up I just enjoyed myself and flew around. After what seemed like 30 seconds, a fighter jet came into our vicinity and started locking onto us. The jet came after me first and shot his missiles at me. He hit me and my plane burst into flames and started going down. I jumped out just in time and used a grappling hook that I didnt even know I had to attach myself to a steel beam. Weirdly enough my grappling hook was only a string with a strong magnet on the end of it, but I still put it to use. My friend trey didnt stay in the air long either, he soon came falling down and used his grappling hook to meet me at the steel beam. When we both got there we only had a moment of peace until we were fired down on by the jets as the came through an underpass near us. We used or grappling hooks and swung from beam to beam perfectly thanks to the strength of our magnets on our hooks. We soon landed on the ground near what seemed like a port. Trey told me to follow him and I did. I found out that we had come here to change out our magnets for better ones. Trey told me to hurry up and to go somewhere when I was done because, "It was about to end" he said. I got cut off by someone else trying to get their magnets and once I got mine I had lost trey. I then looked around and noticed everyone was gone. A feeling of heightened awareness came to me, and I thought that Id might wake up. I got really excited and almost lost the dream, but this is were I suppressed my emotions and focused on the dream. I looked at my hands in order to stabilize the dream, like sivason himself does. As I looked at my hands, they looked trippy, it was like I was tripping again. They were all swirly and distorted and continually changing. This stabilized the dream quickly and I got focused on what I wanted to do next. Since I was by myself, I decided I was going to talk to this beautiful Dream girl that I had seen many times before. I flew out of the dock and down next to a warehouse. As I landed I noticed a small penny board was next to the door of the warehouse. Before I got on the board, I called out the girls name that I wanted to see, I yelled it really loud. I then got the board and rode it down around the nearest corner which led to a swampy area, and the walkway went directly through it. I got off of the board and looked around for the DC girl. I couldn't find her. Just then I heard a monstrous deep voice come from the swamp. It told me something along the lines of, "The girl isn't here, and you should'nt be here either". This REALLY freaked me out, just the voice itself sent chills up my spine. I looked into the green murky water and saw a HUGE and really long thing that closely resembled the loch ness monste if it were halfway mixed with "Gravemind" from halo 2. (look it up, its basically a GIANT plant, worm.) I was freaked out so I quickly got away from the swamp. I continued looking for this girl, but I could not find her. Soon the dream ended.

*Forget to mention some things that happened in the middle of this dream: I went into a gun shop and took a shotgun. It had something like 315 damage it could do(whatever that means). I got it because I had lost a better shotgun in the dream earlier which dealt around 1100 damage. A lady came into the store as I got it and wanted my shotgun. The owner told her to calm down and gave her a free cellphone. She seemed pleased by this and left. I walked out of the store and then got in a fight with some random dude. I got out some numb chucks and beat him down continually. At times he would have the upper hand, but most of the times it was me. My numb chucks were flaming as well. I beat the guy and continued with what I was doing.

*Note, this is still not even half of the dream, I forgot ALOT of it because I forgot to wake up after the dream ended.

In this lucid Dream, made huge progress. I am now extremely good at suppressing my emotions of excitement so they wont end the lucid dream. My dream control has also gotten much better, and it appears I can do anything now except for find that DC girl that Ive always been looking for. I have also made A LOT of progress with my stabilization. In all, this dream really improved alot of my abilities within Lucid Dreaming in general.

State - Non Lucid

I am home sitting on the couch in front of the TV. I look out the wondow and my grandpa arrives with his semi truck in the entrance (which is would not happen for real). He enters and I say hi and so does he and I ask him how he's doing and he says that he is doing much better now ( which is very unusual from him). He starts talking to me about me helping him fic his truck about a problem concerning the valves or what not. It instantly changes the scene and I find myself in a roundabout where my new house is, it has the garage door open and I enter by it. The sun was striking my back and I can clearly remeber my shadow on the floor as I walked. I'm in the garage and there are three balls on the floor: basketball, fottball, soccerball. I pick the basketball up and as I do it changes into a watermellon but I don't pay attention to it. I get out of the garage and enter the house by its front door. Someone greets me in without speaking, it's a girl that I don't know. It seems crowded but I can't see anyone. I look around as I drop the watermellon on a lazy boy, and there are cats sitting on the couches beside me ( sitting like we human do). So one after the other I pet them and they are reacted differently one another. As I was petting the last cat on the couches, a black person appeared beside me. I knew was very young, yet he was as tall as me if not taller. I asked myself whose kid this could be? I quickly arrived to the conclusion the he was my dad's uncle adopted son (So weird but it makes sense because in WL he as an adopted daughter from china, still weird because I haven't seen this guy for at least a year and I don't really think about him either. The last thing is that I noticed that this person really looked and was also dressed as a Pharaoh with a golden/purple dress and sandals and also a blue crown also called a Khepresh.

I am happy that I have remebered this much of a long and detailed dream asI have yersterday. I have just gotten back into achieving the ability to lucid dreams every night.

July 20, 2014 10:28AM

3mg melatonin before bed around 12AM

My rating: 3/5

Good dream but bad recall. 2 dreams.

First one was great! Tho vague. I woke up and went right back to sleep on it. I was in an old house exploring it. Instead of just walking from room to room i was going through a network of crawlspaces and mini tunnels all over the house. I needed my light most of the time because it was so dark. Most of these tunnels were lined with plywood sheets and sone had spider webs in it. There were in doors and out doors, vents, pipes, ect. I came out upon a few rooms in the house and some rooms i could only get to via the tunnels. The rooms of the house were pretty dim lit. It was day i believe but curtains covered every window. Wish i knew more about this dream but the sequence of events is vague now.

+I was at a big entertainment/zoo/shopping center. The kind you see in big touristy areas. it started out as a single building we were all in, people were everywhere, there were pools people dived in. But eventually it all became out doors. It was a sunny day, but later in the afternoon. I went to one spot where there was a water slide, and fish. I hung out there for a bit watching the fish. The water was light blue and opaque. I went down the slide thing once into the water but never felt getting wet. I went to a store later that sold mini hatchets for some reason then when i was walking out i put my hand in a big fish tank thing except this tine i could feel it and it was warm. Then i woke.

Morning of July 20, 2014. Sunday.



I believe this dream was partly influenced from recently seeing that awful movie “Dead and Gone” from 2008. Sped-up or similarly manipulated scenes in movies these days are one of the most annoying blights of modern cinema and I cannot understand why people deliberately ruin movies this way. When did “faster” go from being over-the-top comedic (and completely unrealistic as such) to supposedly “scarey”? My dream had also been influenced by a movie from the night before, which was a very mild Korean horror film (“Forbidden Floor” from 2006) which was not all that bad, though it did have a bit of pointlessly irritating sped-up rubbish relating to the “ghost”, but less than the other movie.

My wife and family and I are living in a house that vaguely reminds me of the house on Barolin Street, but is of two storeys. The area is also a bit isolated, with a very large empty lot on at least the north side of the building (but separated by a taller wooden fence). We live downstairs and two unknown older ladies live on the second floor. Over time, the ladies complain about us being too noisy when we had not made any noise at all (and were not even home during one supposed noise-making time period). (This of course, sounds rather odd anyway, as we are the ones living downstairs.) At one point, one of the older ladies moves towards me with her usual in-dream complaining and with hatred in her eyes (looking quite a bit like the several women from “Dead and Gone” - none of whom I could really tell apart very well, which made it hard for me to follow). I am in the larger empty lot at that point, having gone through the gate. I notice that my in-dream weapon of choice, a large silver dumbbell bar, is leaning against the fence on the inside of the large lot, to the right of the gate. I eventually hit her on the head a couple times (she seems somewhat “demonic” by this point) and then dig a large hole to bury her, thankful that I do not have to put up with at least one of the ladies from above from that point.

I go into the house and there are soon apparently visitors, but I do not know who yet or whether or not they are connected with authority. At this point, the female I had killed in my dream, and supposedly buried, somehow becomes a manilla folder of documents, and I stick it between some other documents in the closet to “hide her body” (the closet of which looks much like the large bathroom storage cupboard where we now live but rotated 180 degrees around so that it faces north, and is mostly filled with textbooks and papers. (As such, it also vaguely reminds me of where my mother-in-law had moved from, leaving her place such an utter disaster that it caused her landlord to actually stop being in the rental business).

My wife and I sit down on a couch that faces east though the room seems similar to the Stadcor Street living room now. Our large German Shepherd dog comes in (we do not have a dog in reality) from our left, as well as a large older (unfamiliar) cat. Three smaller dogs (which are somewhat like a cross between darker-colored terriers and chihuahuas) that belonged to the ladies upstairs also come in. We talk about how we can stop these small irritating dogs (that do not even belong to us and are completely unwanted in our residence) from coming in as my dream loses coherence.

Dream - Lucid

I was at my old apartment, and a younger guy was living there. He looked to be about 20 or so, and had long, very curly dirty blonde hair. He was talking about how small the beds were at the apartment, and I agreed with him, telling him that I had to sleep on a pull-out couch, and Courtney C. had to scoot two beds together. I also told him that I got my own room to sleep in, while she had to sleep elsewhere in the apartment, even though she had her own room.

I then remember having to work. It was supposed to be at where I'm currently working, but I was having to greet people as they were entering this bungee jump ride. It was kind of like a video game at this point; it makes me think of Animal Crossing. Some of the people looked like they were made in that art style. Anyway, to greet them, I had to "click"on them, and they would say "Thank you!" in a little voice. It took me awhile to figure out how to greet them. Being greeted made them happy, and gave me points.

I then went back to my old apartment to sleep. I had to get up again in 4 hours to go back to work and work another 4 hours doing something else. When I walked in, the curly guy was in the living room fixing something. I thought that he was lucky that he didn't have to work a split shift. I went and took my Ambien to go to sleep, and laid down in the bed.

Then, I woke up for work again. I couldn't remember what my task that night was. I was thinking customer service, but that didn't seem right. I got there, and then remembered: I needed to go to the hospital. It was my due date for my baby. So I went there, which it just so happened to be where work was, and went into this room that had a hospital exam table, a hospital bed, a TV that had the news turned on, and 3 or so other pregnant women sitting in it. It was a kind of holding area for pregnant women who may go into labor. My mom was there with me. Apparently, I wasn't actually due for another two weeks and was having signs of early labor, so they wanted to monitor me. If I showed signs of labor, they would have to do an emergency C-section.

Then, it was just me and the pregnant women in the room. I was wondering if it would be alright for them to give me pain medicine even though I'd already had an ambien 4 hours prior. I laid down on the bed and watched the TV a little bit. I also remember seeing my reflection in something at some point, and thinking to myself that I didn't look pregnant, and I hadn't looked it when I had my daughter a few years ago either. I wondered what happened to her; my mom had adopted her, but I hadn't heard about her in awhile. I figured my mom had adopted her out to another family. I thought to myself that I should remember what happened to my daughter.

Then, I started to feel something dripping down my leg. I looked and saw a bit of blood. I then had the urge to lay down on my back and start pushing; I felt a twinge in my belly urging me to do so. So I started to lay on my back, and thought to myself
I was so glad that she shared her pain pills with me.
It sounded like I was narrating what was happening to me. I'm not sure who gave me pain pills or when, I just know it was one of the expectant mothers in the room.
I then felt the pain pills; I felt woozy and high, but no pain. The nurses rushed in and said they were going to put me under for the C-section. I said something back, but I don't remember what. They said it wouldn't matter because I wouldn't remember. They put the mask to my face to put me out, and I breathed it in a few times. I was then out like a light.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the room again, but things had calmed down. I got up out of the bed, even though I knew I probably wasn't supposed to. I was careful not to exert myself too much since I had just had a C-section. I held the area on my tummy where the stitches were. The room was empty now; I was alone in it. I wanted to know where my baby was, if it was a boy or girl, if it was even alive...

The doctor eventually came in to talk to me. They said that the baby was alive, it was a boy, but they had to amputate one of his legs.
"Was the cord wrapped around it?" I asked, thinking for sure that was what it had to be.
"No, it was because of a birth factor," said the doctor.
He then explained birth factors to me, and they run on a sliding scale back and forth, and whatever the factor is on when the birth happens determines if the baby has anything wrong with them or not. My birth factor had been high, while a low one would have also been bad. It was ideally supposed to be in the middle.

The fact that my child had a severed leg made me remember all the dreams I've had about having to get a leg or foot amputated, or about seeing people with prosthetic limbs (IWL this actually is a very common dream theme for me, though it hasn't been lately until last night). I then wondered if it was the Ambien that I had taken all throughout my pregnancy that caused this.

Anyway, I was so glad that my baby was alive, despite the leg. I knew I would love him just the same, and raise him like he did not have a defect. I walked into the nursery to see him. He was in a chamber at the very end of the room that had caution tape taped around the inside of it. Below the chamber was a bucket with two severed legs in it, although my child had only had one amputated. They almost looked like baby doll legs. There was a little blood. I wondered if that was just the holding chamber for severed legs.

I then was back in the holding area, and my husband came in. He was excited that I had had the baby! He asked if it was a boy or girl, and I said boy. His face lit up, and he got really excited. I had never seen him so excited about anything! I then told him about the leg. It seemed to slightly temper his excitement, but he was, like me, just glad the baby was ok. I imagined holding the baby, and putting him on my shoulders to play with him. I wondered if it would be different to do so because he had one leg.

I was then shopping with my mom at Kohl's for some baby supplies. I knew I needed bottles, so I went and found a package of three colored bottles that had Disney character head cut-outs at the nipple. I saw Mickey and Donald, but noticed that the third bottle was missing. I then picked up the package, and noticed that the Donald bottle had water in it. I told my mom that I had wanted to get those, but not if they had been used and were missing a bottle. I didn't see any more, either; it appeared to be the last one.

Wow, this dream was so vivid. Again, barely any sleep, but when I did sleep, holy crap. Definitely a memorable dream.

·Non-lucid, lucid

.../I'm pushing a cart in an apparently ordinary working day when I attempt a different way to move fast, by riding the cart, which is impossible to do in WL because of weight. I remember that I used to do that during dreams, I RC by looking at my hand. The tattoo is not there, it must be a dream but I don't find any other sign to confirm it. Everything feels too real that I cannot believe it, although the RC confirmed it. I'm wondering if this world is not my waking life, How is my real job? I cannot remember any difference although I know this is not my work. I'm getting into some sort of galleries and I'm still pushing the cart. I realize I'm losing lucidity when I see in front of me 3 grown teenage girls. I command them to stay quiet while I think in stabilizing the dream somehow. My sex drive is starting to take control and I don't find any better idea than perform a "pussy check" to stabilize the dream, that way I can let my sex drive flow and at the same time I get a little bit more into the dream and perhaps while I do that I can remember something about my waking life. I see that everything is in order down there. As I supposed, my sex drive is fading out, however the more I try to remember something about my real job, the more I see there's nothing. Not a single thing comes to my mind. I stand up thinking. One of the girls stands in front of me and turns her back on me. I cannot resist the temptation. And we start having some fun while I still try to remember something about my waking life/...

I dreamed that a house included an if statement in its design: If unnecessary, make a section of this house invisible

Fragment: There was a prostitute at my grandma's house, whose services I gladly used. She was a petite, blonde, flat chested girl.

Main dream: My old music teacher, who I recall to have been extremely creepy in this dream, asked me to go to room in my old secondary school, whose design I can't remember, but I think it had a circular something in the center. What he asked me to do there, I also can't remember, though I believe it involved decorating. There were other people in the room, including the prostitute from earlier. At some point, the room grew vacant and I left. As I was leaving school, the music teacher demanded I return to the room, though in the next breath he calmly said it was a choice. Despite noticing this contradiction, I didn't become lucid. Finally, I recall the music teacher getting incredibly jealous over something I had apparently done or not done, and, therefore, forming a group whose sole purpose was taking revenge on me. The group consisted of people I had met in the past (mostly, women), along with a bunch of fictional characters, most notably Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean, who took the appearance of a wanted poster, with his animated likeness on it.

Interestingly, I had been brainstorming ideas for a potential story, which would have involved a man seeking ultimate power for the purpose of using it to eternally torture someone who had previously wronged him.

Driving to local gym for my boxing lessons. We're all wearing red shirts with some kind in white text/logo on it. We get into the room and dream changes. 2 red dragons and a yeti is summoned. There is some sort of time machine inside this cave. Me and my friend enter this cave and there are balls of ice in them. We have to use the balls of ice to defend this cave against the yeti and 1 dragon (no idea where the other one went). Some time goes by and the friend who I was with manages to get on the dragons back. He is flying off to get power-ups at the top of the mountain in front of us. At this point the yeti gets up and comes running for the cave. He drives me into a corner and start throwing ice boulders at me. I notice the "round" is almost over and I have to man up and take everything he is gonna throw at me. Instead of throwing more ice he comes charging towards me and start yelling into my ear. It was so loud and I was scared to death at this point. I had my eye on the timer and it was only 40 more seconds. I manage to handle the yelling and the time machine thingy shoots back to day 00 month 00 year 0000. Me and my friend meet up and talk about the round. I remember being mad at him because he didn't come back with the dragon.

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car. There is someone sitting next to me. A male. I feel like it's definitely Stiles that's next to me. But there are no details. It's like we are just souls, like light without bodies.

Before bed.
Four shots of cheap light rum. Smoked. Ate Nutter Butters with milk.


I finally recalled a dream (barely).
I know smoking affects my dream recall greatly,
but I'm going to start experimenting with that.
It wasn't much a dream.

It was actually a process dream, which I have just read about.
I was at work, in uniform and all. I had a lot of free time.
[ I've been ahead at work lately, so I'm guessing that's where that translated from. ]
So I started folding a bunch of these little pink pastry boxes.
[ I work at a bakery. ]
And that's all I did in my dream. Fold box after box after box.

Sort of annoying. But, I'm just happy to have recalled anything at all.
Blame on the alcohol?

So I volunteer at the zoo.

I don't remember much, but the other night I dreamed that:

I leave the indoor elephant area to find Captain Picard (who I know to be the zoo curator) and the elephants' zookeeper sitting on lawn chairs facing the outside area of the elephant exhibit. There's an empty lawn chair between them, but Picard tells me to feed the elephants instead of sitting. Obliging, I pick up a basket of eggs and throw them one by one at a basketball hoop that's high up on the outside of the gate. However, I miss all that I try to throw (and hit an elephant once), so I turn back to Picard and say something like, "Can we just not? 'Cause all I'm really doing is egging the elephants." Picard nods, stands, and says something that I don't remember, then we all leave together.