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I dreamt a long time ago that I was in the air and i had to choose between heaven and hell, and heaven was scary and I tried to leave, but then someone said no stay wait. So I did and then I met some people. I went to a swimming pool that had lap lanes, and I thought, Im in heaven, but I don't see Jesus anywhere, where is Jesus? And then a guide came and carried me to a different world. I was outside. It turned out it wasnt heaven after all but Jesus carried me to the REAL heaven. I was outside and I walked into a room inside with a huge blue pool and there was a lifeguard sitting on a high chair by the pool.

In another dream about heaven, I was in a literature class and a painting class, and the woman teaching it was angelic and I loved her and I saw her bedroom and her clothing hung up.

In another heaven dream, I was auditioning to Julliard and was asking the adminstration desk at Julliard what I needed to do to get in. It turns out it was actually heaven school and the angel at the desk said something along the lines of, "I hope they have compassion on you." And then suddenly i was in a feild of flowers and i was lost and then God carried me back to my bed and I woke up.

Ive had many dreams where I was visiting heaven. In them I had the lucid sense that I was visiting heaven. It wasnt 100% a lucid dream, but I knew it wasn't ordinary consciousness. I was flying going to classes and talking to angels. The very first heaven dream I had was when I was in a psychiatric hospital I dreamt I was in an angelic swimming water meditation class I was meditating in the water with other people and then I was in a cafeteria and later after I meditated and pondered on this dream I thought it was REAL and NOT A DREAM and I was really visiting heaven in night in body, that God carried my body there and back again. I reflected on it again and realized it was just a dream but it was a prophetic dream, a dream giving me insight and wisdom onto what heaven is like and that what happened in the dream was exactly what happens in the swimming water meditation classes in heaven are. In another dream I was tasting fruit and making fruit smoothies and the food I was dreaming about are foods that only exist in heaven cafeterias. It was another prophetic dream.

I'm in talking with the doctor
My crush was with me , sitting by my side
The doc said that I got to get a second heart
"Raise your hands" - he said and as I raised my hands up, he dropped a black cape , covering my face and hands
"and now , we begin , it will be fast" - he said, a minute later I started to feel a knife near my heart as it pierces up my body, the pain intensifies
they opened it , now I can feel my heart beating, and it feels the cold too
it was a big painfull.
"Be quick, take it .." said the doc to the assistant , and I feel something is now connected to my heart
They taken off the cape , I was almost dropped of my hands because I couldnt hold it any longer
my chest was still open, Ive seen the blood flowing out, and with it my heart beating
and this little thing, then the doc massaged it , and it started to beat
it looked like a little piece if chicken meat, or its color, to be honest, it looked like a vagina , with meat colour
...
Both of them beated , sometimes synchronised, sometimes not, then they closed my chest , they sewn it together

Now I placed my hand on it and I felt the beating
and then I suddenly feeled big life energy, I was fresh, happy, and I was full of power
While this the doctor said that this second heart will increase my abilities and it will give me special abilities also.
I happily acknowledge this , then my crush tells me that its time to go home.
As I leave, the dream collapses

Dream't about a flood in some town, and Tom from Tom and Jerry was there.
Emotions: Scared, Frightened, Tired
People: DC's, and Tom from Tom and Jerry

I was walking through a shopping centre or suchlike. A wee wifie with short blonde hair was to my left. We were going to the same place ( wherever that was..) I said to her 'Do you want to hold my hand?' she said forcefully 'NO!' Three young lassies appeared to her left and she said quietly 'Oh, no...' We walked on and turned to the right which led to a room with a low ceiling. There was a big queue of people at the back, next to a man sitting doon. There was an Asian lassie standing nearly in the queue which confused the two of us somewhat.


With my wife - we decided to watch one of my favourite films - 'The Poseidon Adventure' - The film was a special 'directors cut' - All the scenes on the bridge weren't present. The wall of water appeared as IRL, however it took AGES to hit the ship (I was thinking at the time it was a bit ridiculous - no RC of course!) before the wave hit there was a scene of the reverend (not played by Gene Hackman, but by a tall slender guy with clark Kent glasses) holding a very slim bible with a cross on the front, wallowing in a few feet of water and sayng some religious stuff which I now forget. I had it in my head that it was Edward Woodward (which it was not) and noted he was born in 1905 (which he was not) It then cut to a scene with an auld dear hiding behind a mattress saying 'Oh God' It then cut to a helicopter reporting on the event, it veered past an island where loads of people were standing making a shape similar to a lollipop. I then turned to my wife and said 'This directors cut is rubbish, they've cut all of Leslie Neilson scenes'

Dream - Lucid

I was now living in this huge old mansion. I was a new resident. It was like a smart house (if anyone's ever seen the Disney Original Movie "Smart House") where it knew its residents and whatnot. When you walked in the front door, you were in a small living area. There were chairs and couches to your right, and a fireplace to your left. On the wall above the fireplace was a small picture that looked like it had fallen onto the mantle. If you were not a resident and a resident had not announced their presence in the house (they literally had to say their name to the house; the house couldn't detect who the person was, but knew their voice and their name), the picture would rise up onto the wall, expand and you'd see that it looked like a huge painting of a man's who looked like Beethoven's face and bust. He would take on an angry expression, would glow electric blue for a second, and then shoot electric blue lasers out of his eyes at whoever was intruding and instantly kill them, turning them into a pile of dust on the floor.

I was in the car with my mom. She was driving, and I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. Someone else was sitting in one of the back seats, but I'm not sure who it was. We were going to meet up at the house I grew up in with a bunch of women from Dallas and I's wedding: My bridesmaids, mother-in-law, etc. Everyone was going to wear the bridesmaids' dresses that I had my bridesmaids wear. I didn't want to go. Not at all. We were going to be out late, and I didn't want to. I kept thinking about the next day and how I was going to the beach with my mom and dad, but I kept going back and forth on that one, thinking maybe I wouldn't go, but then deciding that I wanted to go because it was the beach.

Anyway, so in the car, we were painting our nails. They had to be a certain color, brown, because all the ladies at the get together were doing it. I had a base coat of chipped purple nail polish on my toes already, but re-did the ones that were really chipped. My big toe on my right foot had some very chipped polish on it. I touched it with my finger, and it rubbed right off. Guess I needed to redo that one as well. I asked my mom to give me a base coat, except for I called it a "top coat", and she gave me some hot pink sparkly nail polish. I had expected her to hand me some clear polish. Apparently, you could pretty much use any color as a base coat. I started to use it. There was a lot of polish bottles around me now, the colors I remember being sparkly white, the sparkly hot pink my mom gave me, and a dark purple. I was using all the colors to paint my toenails with their base coat. At one point, I was using my finger instead of a brush. I was then painting either my nails or my finger nails now using what I thought was brown, at least it looked brown to me, but I was actually using the dark purple. I then noticed that it looked like a lighter brown with a shimmer because of the purple.

There was also this bottle of off-white sparkly nail polish that looked like it had some red or pink in it from dipping the wrong brush into it. It got dumped out the window, my window, either by my mom or the other person in the car.
"Don't do that! You're wasting it!" I said.

My brother's fiance' then called me. She seemed a little irritated.
"What time?" she asked.
"7:30," I replied.
"It's until 7:30!?" she then asked, thinking that she was going to miss it.
"No, it starts at 7:30," I replied.
"Oh, ok," she said. She then hung up.

Then, we were at my new house, the mansion. Apparently, someone in the party wanted to see it. We would only be there for a little bit. We were then in the house, and I was standing on one of the chairs across from the fire place. No one that was with me went past the point of no return. I had also, for some reason, not yet announced my presence. A group of other people then came in. First, a girl who looked kind of dorky/like a girl scout came in, followed by a group of people who just wanted to see the mansion. Oh shit. They were all casually walking towards the point of no return. Some then started to pass it, angering the picture. It came to life and started to zap them with its laser eye beams. It sounded like photon torpedoes from Star Trek: The Original Series. Many people turned to dust on the floor, and the people behind them kept walking like nothing was happening! What the fuck! I was yelling at them to stop, but no one was listening. They eventually got zapped too; this thing didn't miss a beat. I noticed one of my bridesmaids was about to pass the point, and I told her not to, and she stopped and backed off. She was a girl I don't know IWL. She was quite tall and had on a long, blue and white tie-dyed flowy summer dress.

The house then was raging because so many people had tried to breach the security. These holographic-but-real giant blue bowling balls started to bounce towards us. I was knocking them back and protecting myself from getting hit. They felt heavy, but not as hard as bowling balls. This went on for awhile. When it ended, my dad, who was apparently there, jumped in front of the fire place in a volley ball bumping stance, like he was ready to take on more bowling balls.

I then looked out a window to my right that went outside, and saw the holographic-but-real guard dog, who was a little beagle. He was sitting under an overhang chewing on too-ripe bananas. They would pop out of their skin from one of their ends and splatter on the ground. I peeked around to see the splatter, which was just out of my sight, and saw the splatter was black. Weird. It had something to do with the trespassers, like a kind of threat or something. I then started to call the dog, seeing if I could get a voice recognition on my name.
"Hey! It's Krista Glory!" I said to the dog a few times.
He didn't hear me though. I "remembered" when I had told the house my name and the dog would appear and run up to me and be excited to see me. This dog must be set on some sort of mode to where he couldn't hear me or was programmed to ignore everything except for the security breach.

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I woke up and wondered where "Krista Glory" came from (my last name is NOT Glory and never has been IWL). Yay dream logic. I love it. XD

Rather boring in comparison to the last couple nights. I am with a big group of people playing this game where you have to pass a small wooden board around. The dream went on for some time, but was very uninteresting. I did get mildly lucid toward the end of the dream.

...Disappointing really considering the amount of effort that went in yesterday.

Morning of September 8, 2014. Monday.



I am in some sort of underground chamber with a group of people. We had somehow gotten to the area in a van (going down an inclined road inside a cave or some such). At some points I seem disembodied but at other points I am more integrated with the flow of my dream. The main character, a younger male of perhaps about thirty, has found a large skeleton key of nearly two feet long. It has a texture (very slightly bumpy) and color similar to an old-fashioned black skillet and has a few patches of rust, the patches primarily of somewhat of an elongated diamond shape. It apparently leads to treasure and an ancient city where one may still be able to live and thrive.

He manages to open a secret wall by using the key. The opened wall leads to the abandoned underground city and there is likely to be valuable treasure and even special foods to sustain anyone who travels into the region. However, some sort of geological events (including at least one geyser) are beginning, making it difficult to continue. Some sort of gas and ash, possibly volcanic, begins to be present in the area. The others are concerned about leaving the idea of exploration for later. The male seems to vanish after he goes into what may be an unstable area, possibly killed by falling rocks.

It is then known that the key he found was possibly some sort of “decoy” and was not of the most valuable potential. I walk over to a rectangular rock that is somewhat diagonal and on a larger rock. I sort of absentmindedly tap the rock (as if entering a code on invisible buttons), expecting something to happen (not sure what) and a smaller rectangular groove appears and turns into a small “door” that slides back to reveal an oversize shiny gold key, also about two feet long as the first was (as if some sort of advanced technology was involved and built into the rock to reveal the hidden key with the right focus). The door is then gone and the rock is again seamless but with the key on the outside. This is the right key, so I take it.

The cavernous area is filling with supposedly poisonous ash and one male seems to be slightly ill from the increasing toxic particulates (being more affected than the others for some reason - perhaps in having asthma), but we are able to leave in the van, deciding what to do about the artifact. Apparently, the key opens the door to paradise or even “Heaven” (in a different area of the cavern), but one person suggests it should be put in a museum instead and that seems to become the present choice (though by people not really in charge - I seem to be in charge now) even though it will lead to treasure and healing. My dream loses cohesion from that point though I get the sense of a room full of light being available to explore now.

Dream Fragment

I'm in 3rd person and I'm playing a game. The objective is to shoot some kind of magic at the opponent to disable them. I come across a female player and we both shoot at one another but I hit her first.
I can now see an interview with a female gamer and a man. The female gamer has short hair, average height and average looking. I think she's at least in her mid 30's. The man is fairly tall.

September 1:

There's a big mall, and it's pretty empty, there are multiple stories, like Horton Plaza. At another place in the mall there are some other people. Three guys, like bro type guys. I go to one floor of the mall, and I'm looking for a t-shirt. I had some trouble getting to the right store. For some reason I'm in an aisle, and there's a buzzing. Like I had been working on something, and when I left the aisle there was a small handheld device that started buzzing. I left it and walked away. The bros went over to it to turn it off. And it was embarrassing because it was my responsibility to take care of it because I left it there. I went downstairs to a lower floor of the mall to do something else, and when I went to leave, some people were coming over to that same floor. The bottom floor of the mall became the house of a friend of mine (Mark). There was something else buzzing. Like a small box that was connected to a TV antenna cable. I tried to turn it off. It wouldn't. I unplugged it. That didn't work. More people arrived. Mark, his parents, and a girlfriend that Mark had (not his real life wife). I was really envious of Mark, because of his girlfriend, who I really liked. And in the dream he had a previous girlfriend who I also liked. I remembered thinking that Mark was much more fortunate than I was. Then I woke up.

Next one. Same night:
For some reason, I and a couple other people are trying to break in to some compound. We think nobody is there. At one point I figure out a way to get in. But once we're in, we see someone walking around in a courtyard with a weapon. I and one other person I'm with, on a balcony, stop and try not to move, so we won't alert the person with the weapon. At that point we hear some sort of projectile (bullet) fly over our heads. I'm sure it was't from the guy we saw with the weapon, but from someone else. We try to leave, and some of us can, but not all of us. Not sure why. Me and one other person are stuck in the compound for some reason.

New scene, I think: Then, I'm in a room with a bunch of people and I'm trying to explain to them that if you're standing on the ground, and someone is standing next to you, you can tell by the shift of weight on their feet, which you can feel in your own feet if you are attentive enough, if they are going to run or attack you. Half way through my explanation people stop listening to me and start talking to each other. It's a hostile crowd. Mitt Romney is also in the crowd. He comes up to me, and is clearly embarrassed that some of the people, including some of his sons, aren't listening to me. Finally one of his sons comes up and stands in front of me, and looks very aggressive. He throws a fake punch, but I don't flinch. [end]

August 27:

I'm taking a painting class, and Greg and Steve (two friends) are painters. I owe Caitlyn (another friend) like $36,000 that I borrowed for painting supplies. I'm talking to Greg or Caitlin who say that when they paint they use different brushes for saturated and unsaturated colors. So I decide I want to get more paintbrushes. There's also something I want to get that has bubbling water, like a glass with bubbling water that you put paint brushes in it and it cleans them. I want to pay Caitlyn $10,000 of the money I owe her. She is walking past me wearing scuba gear, and I try to stop her so I can get her email address so I can PayPal her the money, but she's too busy and walks by. It becomes clear that we're in Greg's house. There's a bathroom that is decorated in a distinctive way I don't remember. He explains that they modified the structure by knocking down walls so that people could see in and out of the house more clearly. I went to leave, and I go outside, and there are some people looking for me and a friend of mine (Caitlin?). I walk by them, they are in a bus or car or something, I'm on the street. They are pretending to be normal and not look at us, but I know they are following us, trying to capture us. One has a newspaper, and I can see inside the paper, and I notice that one of the pages has pictures of some of my friends tied up with gags in their mouths. I pretend like I don't see it, and keep walking by. I tell Caitlin that we have to leave, and we keep walking. We have to sneak through some people's houses to get away from this area we are in to an area outside it. Like there is a ring of houses that enclose on area that we are in. I see someone leave their house, and leave the door open. Caitlin goes through a different house, and I go through the one I saw. We get to an area on the other side, and there's a guy who sees us and we see him give a signal to someone on the other side of the houses, inside the area we just came from. We can tell he was a lookout who ratted us out. So we have to take off, because the people who were looking for us know where we are again. Then I wake up

August 28:

I'm at a party, in someone's living room, or maybe a hotel room. There are a lot of people there, including an older woman who seems to be kind of hitting on me. There's a box full of things that are related to games, such as decks of cards. All kinds of games, 1 player games and multi-player games. I go through them, and I don't find any I like. I'm in a reclining chair that swivels. The older woman comes over and pushes on me, so hard it knocks me down backwards in the chair. I tip over and she starts making out with me pretty hard for a while. I don't really resist. When she stops I don't make a big deal about it. We return to the box of games. There are a couple of pairs of shoes in the box. They actually look like boots, but the material is thin and foldable, so they are like slipper boots. Maybe Uggs. I try to undo the shoelaces so that I can try them on, but it is difficult, and then I wake up.

I forget how this situation arose, but I find myself being held captive in my own house by a group of people I can't remember. The thing is, no one is pointing a gun to my head or anything. I could leave, but for some reason I'm afraid to. There's some real psychological issues to unravel in this one.

I become lucid when I meet a woman who I have seen in the past as a hypnotherapist - only she doesn't look or sound like her. It is night, and she tells me that we should just get up and leave. I know this is a slightly nightmarish dream by now, so I decide to go with her, just to see what would happen. Despite knowing this is a dream, I am still hesitant to leave. Like I'm not supposed to do this or something.

We just walk out of the door without any opposition and get in her car. She drives us away and chats to me as she does so. The streets are empty. I'm really nervous for some reason. I look into the rear view mirror and I see the silhouette of a man in the road behind us in the distance. He seems to flit in and out of view. He looks like he is wearing some tribal headdress - like a bear-skin or something.

The hypnotherapist notices that I'm staring into the mirror and has a look herself.

'Oh yeah,' she says, 'it looks like there is a man behind us.'

This was the point where I woke up.

It's been a while since I've put up an entry and I think it's time to make the decision wether maintaining this DJ is archievable and still nescesarry or if I can do it in a less intense way. I found myself using up most of the time after school doing work or just relaxing and seem to have lost the motivation to write down my dreams in detail up here. I still note them in my tag-book which is sufficient at keeping my DR high (+-4 dreams a night) and I seem to have found my golden technique after more than 3 months of non-stop research, testing and tweaking. It seems my work here is done and if I keep practising I will probably archieve atleast several lucids per night with this technique. I will probably post all my LDs on this forum so I can do the TOTM stuff and all, I just don't know if I will do it the day itself or at the end of the week in a large overview entry.

I plan on writing a tutorial of the technique on here in the future but for now a small description is:

1. Set alarm to wake you up after 6 hours of sleep.
2. Relax and use this sleepy state you're in to auto-suggest waking up after every dream for the remaining 2 hours of sleep. (That is if you have to wake up for work or school after a night of 8 hours.)
3. You will probably wake up atleast 6 times in the following 2 hours which gives plenty of room for trial and error.
4. Use every natural awakening to use a seperation technique of your liking (inducing vibrations, rotation or just any movement you can think of while your body remains still.), personally I think of a song I like and after some time I feel my body pulsating with the rythem of the music in my head. This also helps me stay awake in this drowsy state.
5. Once the pulses become very noticable I know I'm actually asleep but still in my real body.
6. At this point I think of rolling out of my bed not using any muscles, this should be extremely easy and you will probably know if you're rolling for real or if you're just rolling your dream body. (If you move your dream body you won't feel any resistance from your sheets laying on top of you.
7. Next step: brace for impact, believe it or not but the first time I did this I actually thought I fell out of my bed for real. I was in my room sitting on the ground next to my bed, it was dark and my head was hurting but a nose plug RC confirmed I was in a dream.


I've had 2 chances of doing this technique and both were succesfull, my main problem now is usually falling asleep in time so I have atleast 5 hours of prior sleep. If I have trouble falling asleep and lay awake for 2 hours I cancel the attempt and make sure I get enough sleep for the next day.

You should always prioritise your health above anything, even lucid dreaming!


I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me (replying to the DJ, giving advice and just being friendly) in my lucid comeback, the last 3 months will remain a very important turning point for the rest of my life.

#363 - WILD - 7:47AM

I wake fully now and use the toilet. I am feeling really pissed off that I didn't get a real lucid this time. I actually start feeling sorry for myself. It's after 7am and I know the alarm will go off at 8am. I decide to chill myself out and really focus hard on WILD.

I enter vibrations. Oh God here we go again. Just like last time, I can't break past SP. My wife coughs and rolls over waking me some. I re-focus on body relaxation and slip back in fairly quickly. I struggle some more. I recall a semi lucid moment from earlier where I was going on about having too much negative energy lately and I need to meditate more. I may as well try that. I'm not getting anyplace like this. I clear my mind and I start to feel myself roll. Rather than try to stop it, I focus on the sensation as I meditate keeping my mind clear of all thought. I have some interesting HI but I gently push it away as thoughts.

I watch a full scene form. I am walking outside and can hear my foot steps crunch on some gravel. Is this more HI or a full dream? I look around and see that I am in a bright summer day near a Half Round Barn. It looks like the one I pass by all the time just outside of town in waking life. I look at my hands and they seem solid but a little video-game-ish. I become super happy and relieved to have finally made it into a a solid lucid. I immediately start back on my goals for the night.

As I walk around the barn, I use expectation to find Robin Williams. I notice how dry the ground is but there are high weeds along the side of the barn. Robin isn't there. I begin to call out for him as I walk. I notice how loud and full my voice sounds. I become excited again about being lucid but I push the emotions away. You don't want to wake yourself.

On the other side of the barn, I come to familiar street near my workplace. Some cars pass and I think Robin may be in one. Then, I spot some men working on a house in the distance. I shout for Robin and one of them looks. He appears to be a little too large and has a red shirt on. I wave exaggeratedly and motion for him to come to me. He stops what he is doing and beings running toward me. As he gets closer he looks nothing like Robin. I decide to try to force it with belief and expectation. I look way for a moment and really concentrate on Robin Williams face. I see it in my mind (irony) and look back at the man. He looks a lot like John Pennett now (Wrong dead comic). Oh well. Just go with it.
I say, "Hey you're Robin Williams!"
The man doesn't say anything but his body language says he's confused and he disagrees.
I give up on Robin and decide to move on. I respond, "So OK you're not Robin but you do have my fortune cookie."
The man must be a mute, because he lets out a soundless, "Ah" and throws his head back in silent laughter.
I see his red shirt is a "pocket tee" and the pocket is right at my eye-level. I spy a bulge in it the shape of what I am hoping for. I look up at his face and the man now looks a little like Wreck-it Ralph. Of course, this doesn't register with me at the time, because I really want that fortune cookie. The man reaches in his pocket with index and thumb and plucks out the cookie with his huge meaty hand. I greedily take the cookie.

I notice there is no wrapper on it and at first I am a little turned off by that. Well, I'm not going to eat it and it's not like it matters here anyway. The cookie seems a little large as I crack it open. I pull the paper out and let the broken peices fall out of existence. I try to read it but everything is blurry at first. I focus hard. First I see some oddly spaced numbers. Then I notice the random characters above that. Then a word under the numbers. En.. Ensl... En... Encaved? I want to make sense of this word but instead I tuck it way to mull over later when I am wake. Then, for some reason I try to read out the numbers to the man, "Threeee? Two?" I can't seem to read what I am seeing. The man seems really impatient with me and I decide he's right; there's no time for this. I study the paper a second more while wordlessly committing as much as possible to memory. Basically, the paper reads something like this:
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%**&
2 3 4 3 5 6 3 5 4 2
E N C A V E D
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I turn to the man forgetting about the paper, "OK hold on... Hey, I am going to perform a Patronus now. You can stay an watch if you'd like." I turn to hold up a wand but everything has gone dark now. I try to hold on an focus but I feel my body in bed so I let it go.

#362 - DEILD - 4:14AM

WBTB was tough! I tried staying up longer but only made it 5 or 10 minutes. I was super tired and didn't bother trying to WILD hoping to ride the galantamine out later in a DILD or DEILD.

I wake from a non-lucid dream about putting up Christmas decorations in my old house. There are multiple people from parts of my life that don't mess. I feel confused and unsure what to do.

I roll over throwing and arm up but it puts me in awkward position. I hit vibrations almost right away but I feel so uncomfortable at the same. I try to tough it out knowing that if I can get past this I wont even feel my physical body. I eventually have to break out of it and adjust myself.

After a few minutes, vibrations start up again and I spend a lot of time trying to break into the dream. The paralysis is strong and I can't seem to transfer over to my dream body. All I can manage is some wiggling motions at first. Several minutes later I start making it out blind and can only feel along the wall and them get slammed back in my body.

Much later I make it outside though I'm still a little unstable. I recall that I have been missing the feel of the air when I step out in my lucids so I check it. It feels really cold outside. Too cold for comfort. I shift my attention away from it and I notice it no more. I remember my goal is three part; find Robin Williams, ask for my fortune cookie, and make a patronus. I begin searching for Robin and I see a red SUV parked on the street. I punch the window and make a fist-sized hole but it really hurt and my hand didn't go through like I expected. I pause looking at my hand. "OUCH!" I shake away the pain and just open the car door. There's is a woman in a tan business suit at the wheel but she seems really drunk and disoriented. I shake her and she is barely able to look at before passing out. I cop a feel of her right breast before I walk away.

I see other cars down the street with head lights on. One turns off and I get a direct hit from the lights blinding me. This disorients me and the dream crashes. I think I might DEILD but the thought of all that effort made me just roll over and give up for now.