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The dream transition to another scene. It became a lot more vivid to the point where I got lucid. I began walking over the grassy hills hearing someone engaging in a conversation with another person. Observing the sky was nice since it look unusual with a brown color.The entire area including houses were all made of grass. I felt like I was waking up and going back to sleep since I could see the room I'm sleeping in at one point and the dream again. I could see a cave all in grass next to me and thought thats where they were. I could hear a man say he is only 45. That's when I wake up in the room I am in hearing someone flip through pages in a book. This however was an FA and then I really woke up. Lucidity Time:15 seconds

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream - Violent Iguanas
I'm by a farm fence that runs next to the road. It's me, Sam, and a couple others who have come here to steal something from a building that's just beyond the fence down a small slope. Me and Sam hop the fence onto the grass field on the other side. The other 2 guys with us hand us some equipment. Hmm, this won't do... There's too much stuff and the bags are already filled with the stuff we're trying to steal? (we were trying to steal ice, and possibly biscuits). Sam goes ahead with his share of the gear while I contemplate how to lighten the load. I unpack the plastic bags and decide to leave a couple boxes, there's way more than we need. Suddenly I look up and see my friend Sam running back up the hill. Uh oh, he's been discovered and is making a break for it. I turn and bolt alongside him, the other 2 guys don't need to run apparently because they haven't done anything. Me and Sam head onto the main road and keep running, there's an old lady sprinting after us (I saw her at the gym yesterday, I was amazed at how such an old person could work out like that O_O). I'm much faster than my friend and he's already running out of stamina... The old lady is really fit and is slowly catching up with single-minded intensity. How the hell? She's going to catch my friend, I could leave him with my speed but I don't want to, if he goes down then I won't let him go through it alone. I stop running and the lady catches up, there's no point wasting more energy. She talks to us and tells us to follow, leading us back to the building we had been about to rob. We're at the top of a stone staircase by the grass field that leads into an animal sanctuary (which is apparently what the building is for). "Do you like iguana?" she asks.
"Uhh yeah I guess so?" I respond, not really sure what she wants.
We're walking down the steps now, "We have a new male iguana arriving today" she says. I think to myself that it doesn't feel like she wants to punish us, hasn't she called the police? I get the feeling she's offering us a chance to do something with our lives maybe. We turn left at the bottom of the steps, it's almost like the area has become enclosed like we're in a building but there's these dense trees and shrubs as the walls? On the left is an exhibit for iguanas. Wow, they're huge! Maybe 1-2m long? I focus on two that are walking along the same branch, I get the feeling there is about 2 more somewhere in the background. It's almost like these iguana aren't even iguana, they have a kind of monkey-like head with a bony looking cranium with ridges. One of the iguana shoots its tongue at the behind of the other iguana, latching onto it. Is this some kind of mating ritual? I'm watching what's going on intently now. The iguana that has been latched onto seems to want to get away? It turns around and is face to face with the other iguana that has caught up... SMASH!
What in the hell?!?! The iguana that shot its tongue out just head butt the other iguana. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! Over and over it repeatedly rams its head into the skull of the other iguana, of which collapses and caves in on the last hit. It goes limp and falls off the branch. Whoa. I'm in a bit of shock after watching that. Its head is lying against the glass of the enclosure we were watching through. The old lady walks up and calmly inspects its head. She starts playing around with it, tinkering almost. Is she going to save it? But it's already dead? She opens up its skull and there's blood and brain, so gross. I think I ask her if she can fix it, and she responds saying that she might be able to.

1 more night and then I'll have my exam, just focusing mostly on getting a good sleep atm so my recall isn't that great.

The first night back into trying to have LD's and I sorta succeeded, yay! My recall of this has slipped a little bit but here we go.
1: I was helping my mum do something about the American election on the computer, there was some really dodgy propaganda videos playing.

2: My class and I were in China, Shanghai I think, and we were all waiting outside a big, old, fancy building. A couple of policemen came out and asked some of us to go in, so we followed. Turns out they weren't really policemen, but employees inside what appeared to be a sleazy brothel sort of place. We stated chatting with some people as the rest of the class came in. Some fights broke out and somehow our teacher got co-opted into a fight to the death with their champion. We all sat down in stands and watched as their champion, wearing a metal gauntlet, stepped out. Our teacher came out and the two began to fight in a boxing ring. I'm not sure what happened with the fight then as the dream sort of dissolved.

3: I was on my computer, thinking this was waking life, when I decided to do a reality check because why not. Surprise surprise, I was in fact dreaming and my fingers slid through my palm. I sort of confirmed this was a dream by swapping in between feeling my dream body and real body and telling myself to remember that I was in bed, but I still had lowish level lucidity. Anyway I sort of reformed the previous dream and then took the place of my teach. This time however my opponent had full metal armour, a shield and a mace, whereas I just had fists. I danced around for a while, avoiding his swings, until I had a plan. As he swung the mace I blocked on the inside and slapped it out his hand. This meant he was free with his other hand to punch me, so I dragged that hand in so the gauntlet was digging into me, but I held it in their as I flipped the visor of his helmet and proceeded to pummel his face. After a dozen punches or so he fell over,but the cost was great as I had a great big gash across my stomach where the spiked knuckles of his had dug in.

After this lucidity wobbled for a bit and the scene changed, but I regained it and shot a fireball off at my brother (lol). The scene changed again so I was outside my old house. I regained lucidity and then started flying, the first time I've managed it in a dream!!! It felt fantastic as I soared a couple of hundred metres above the ground, but I don't remember much after I landed as the dream and lucidity dissolved.

4: Just a fragment about being in a park and helping two women with a baby. It was almost infused with Skyrim so I used a weapon to try and kill an animal to loot it but was having difficulty.

I got from my body and I found myself in the corridor with doors on one side. Since last time I turned to my right side, I decided to try and walk to the left side now. As I walked my surrounding changed from greyish white to clean white till I got to something like borderline. There was young man standing. He was looking hesitant. I got to him: "Why are you waiting here, can't you go forward?"
"There is fire there, it is very hot!" he was afraid visibly.
I went through fire... and I didn't feel a thing... Place where I got was very light. There were some people walking here and there... One older man came to me and went with me on my way through that place. I asked him about that fire, why it wasn't felt at all by me, but why it was problem for that man beyond fire barrier. He told me that the difference was in our mind state. I was unattached to what I saw... I was observing. Man beyond barrier on the other side saw fire and he thought it is hot, and therefore it was hot for him. we walked and talked for some time and our surrounding was lighter and lighter... till we came to next barrier. My companion couldn't go through that barrier. I said good bye to him and went through barrier without any problems.
On the other side of barrier I found myself in sparkling surrounding... looking like mental dimension. It looked like everything was sparkling, trees, grass, even air... And I was walking straight in direction to sparkling evening sun till I was pulled back to my body.

Remarks:
1. Hmmm barriers between... dimensions? Normally I have problem to go from one dimension to other one.
2. When I'm in unattached observer state it is of no surprise that I don't feel fear or fire...

I had experience with this corridor a few years ago:
I was waiting in long greyish white corridor with the doors on one side. I waited in front of one particular door for long time. I was standing and waiting but I wasn't bored. I had white clothes. The door opened and my friend came out of it. She just died and I was waiting for her on the other side. I'm her guide and I felt need to protect her. She took route to the right side of corridor and I'm walking with her. We walked for some time. She is quiet and I don't feel need to talk. The surrounding went darker, the walls were slowly changing into rough masonry, the corridor became dirtier, the doors were made of rough wood and with barred small windows.
At once, we were separated. I saw her writhing on the floor crying with fear, even if there was nothing to fear. "Wait for me, I will help you" I sent her.
I went further down the corridor. The surrounding changed into cave. There were beings looking like dirty cavemen, some of them had horns on their head. I'm going further and further down into this miserable conditions... I'm feeling how it is affecting me. I'm trying to find a way to my friend... to help. The cavemen started to swarm me... They were tugging on my limbs, jeering. I understood what was happening. And I understood what I had to do. I reached inside myself, I balanced my mind. The peace is surrounding me. I started to shine in blue violet aura. Cavemen like devils immediately jumped away from me. They ran away... They were observing me from distance, worriedly. They were muttering: "Lucifer is back"
I was walking through the chambers and corridors, trying to find my way to my friend till end of OBE.

AAAAAAAA I lost my entire journal entry. I hit the back button somehow and I don't even know how!!!! It blanked everything out!

I don't know why it claims it auto-saves when I can never find my drafts. Ever. They never appear, even when I save things as drafts. Not once have they ever.

I'm REALLY upset and frustrated.

Ok, fine, here I go AGAIN.

First dream: Fragmentary. May have been lucid. All I remember is a very interesting looking brown and cream diamond tiled floor. I almost always forget any lucids from my first dream, and everything in them is fragmentary and fuzzy. They're also always only barely lucid, not even worth considering one if I really wanted to be strict about it.

Second dream: Dreamed about a farm. Fragmentary, weird, and complicated. Hard for me to make sense of. I'll write more later. Some bullet points:
- kind of video game farm but also not
- piles of laundry/hay
- helping my aunt
- weird cat thing in a sack
- apple trees
- HUGE tree with a city in it

Woke up, tried an induction. I was trying to end up in Rome, but my attempt failed.

Third dream:
There was a street festival in a more run-down area of my old home town. It was in front of a two-story white house. There were a lot of food vendors, and there was also a stretch of street full of people doing face-painting for children. I was trying to meet up with my boyfriend on the other side, so I picked my way through them, trying not to knock over any paint or step on any children. After I got through, I realized that I could have simply walked along side the whole thing instead of through it.

Before the festival, my boyfriend and I had buried our more valuable belongings along the side of the house and marked it with a long, stiff, silver blade of grass. After the festival was over, we went to go dig it up. But there was a guy who considered it to be his territory, and he seemed aggressive and we thought he might attack us. He was flying around in a tiny plane thing he sat on top of.

So we abandoned our stash, and I couldn't remember if I'd buried my wallet with it, but I hoped I hadn't. We got in my car and started driving away from there, and drove through some thick woods. He disappeared into the trees. We turned around, hoping he was lost or thought we were still in there, and went back to try to dig up our stash before he showed up again.

Woke up. Tried an induction into Rome again... attempt failed.

Then I dreamed about a "cone" on Mars that may have been a tower from an advanced alien civilization. For some reason, though, NASA didn't seem interested in investigating it, which was frustrating. There wouldn't have been a way to analyze the technology anyway without humans there in person, if we could even get ahold of any (which was unlikely) and there wasn't much to gain by sending humans there to do it, either. I doubted the rover would be able to get there and get anything without them destroying it. They didn't even know about the little rover driving around out there, anyway.

Then I dreamed that there was suddenly a new Democratic candidate, a young Latino guy. All of the candidates' faces were up on huge banners, but Hillary's was the only one that had a name on it.

I believe my inductions had such a high failure rate because the environment I was trying to send myself to was very unfamiliar. My inductions into familiar places are much more successful.

I had found that somebody had printed off a large number of dream journal entries, about 5-10 of them. Particularly ones of a sexual/explicit nature and those pertaining to my dream guide. They were researching them and attempting to diagnose a psychological disorder.

I remember I took the entries and looked through them. I saw that they were not dreams that I had remembered having. I then threw them away. I was then thinking of how I needed to amp up my computer’s security to keep people from reading these.

…

I was walking around to different hotels. I think there was a terrorist on the loose. I became lucid when walking into one of the hotels and did a nose pinch RC. I then realized I should stabilize. I then remembered my goals. I decided I would summon Marcus, since that’s not something that I normally do.

“Marcus, Kuansen Axio Sosumble.”

I remember looking around, confident that he would appear. I saw my friends A and G and high-fived both of them. I eventually found someone who I thought might be him.

“It’s me. I just disguised myself as your [Science Teacher].” (Obviously Mr. [Name Not found], my old science teacher)

“Right. It’s good to see you.”

“Well there’s something I wanted to ask you. Well, two things actually. One, can you make me a new dream body.”

“Well of course, though there is a price to pay. 1000 acts of kindness.” He began speaking in the language of thought. “You see, many dreamers choose to create a self that is different than their real life self. In a dream, the body we choose is just like clothes you wear. They can have some affect on you, but for the most part it’s just a way of expressing yourself. In dreams your soul/consciousness is all that really matters. Manei had me make her body awhile back.”

I guess he was trying to dispel the idea that getting a new dream body was in some way weird or horrific.

I then asked him if he could get me to be a better lucid dreamer. He said he could train me. He sat down at a table in a sitting area inside the hotel lobby. He typed some things on his computer and a virtual training course came up. It wasn’t linear though. It had an entry point on each of the four sides. He then threw a tennis ball inside and told me to run in find it in the shortest amount of time. I ran in. I don’t remember all of the tests, but there were rocks above a puddle of mud and monkey bars. It was really just a test of adaptability, changing styles on a moments notice.

I got to where the tennis ball had landed, in some sand, and dug it out. I then realized there were tennis balls everywhere, each one with a slightly different appearance. I think this was from other people that had failed the challenge. I asked him what one I should throw back. No response. I just began throwing every single one back. I must have wasted at least 20 seconds doing so. 52 seconds was my time, I think. I lost the dream here.

-+-

“Why does humanity continue to advance with such confidence? From the spear to the wheel to the spinning wheel to the internal combustion engine to fusion power to the … well… you know.” (Earth is super developed and futuristically) There are huge skyscrapers and flying cars shooting by so fast they are just a blur.

The camera pans foreward.

“Of all that humanity does, there is only one monument they have ever created that has worried me. The armistice. (A mushroom cloud shaped metal sculpture with human skulls on the surface.) Apparently the artist that created it had used real skulls of world war 1 victims and over the years most of them had been stolen and given a proper burial.

Some other things showed galaxies and the likes. I woke up not long after that.

I'm doing a mini WBTB
My hopnalogic imageries turn into random numbers and I start to loose feeling of my body, I decide to try to WILD by keeping my mind awake by counting. I start, going backward, and remark that the number I see are going from random to be the one I'm thinking about. I start to have a rocking feeling, from left to right, stronger and stronger. I wait for a peak and push my dream body out. I fall out of bed and grab the side of it to get back up. I'm in the dark, I can still can feel my physical eyelids so I keep my eyes closed. I follow the edge of the bed with my and to find the widow and climb out. The air is a little colder but I'm still in the dark, so I walk away from the window, keeping my hand on the wall to guide myself. As I go on, my vision slowly comes to me and after a few steps I can see the front of my house, looking as usual in the morning light. I let go of the wall and go through the portal, and I'm suddently on a stone terrace-sort-of-balcony overlooking a big french formal garden, with a beautiful fontain in the center, green lawns and carefully trimmed bushes.The light is a little grey, the sky is overcast; the whole garden is encircled by tall, dark green trees, a mix of oaks and pines.
I find the stairs going down in the garden and call Eli, my voice ringing around me and sounding both softer and more clear that usual. I end up having to pull him in, using the hand behind my back technique. While he is here, he looks around twelve. We start to go down the stairs, and I tell him that seeing him like that innerve me a little. He doesn't seen to get it at first, his face scrunching up in concentration, then he suddently start to grow up at incredible speed, losing his equilibrium and falling on top of me. He's too heavy for me to keep my own equilibrium and I start falling too. I manage to sit down on the stair and he rest against me, a little dazed but more present in the dream that before.

I temporaly lose my vision, and when it come back I'm alone on the stairs. I call Eli again, mentally this time, and he tells me that he is in another house close by, with his vampire sister, and that she has kidnapped someone, menacing to bite her. I know that vampire usually don't kidnapped people during daytime to feed; for those who do, it's more of a cry for help, to be placed in a etablishement that can help them. I recognize this sudden knowledge as a dream set up and play along for fun. I go to the house, it's a small white manor nested in old, slender trees that looks like birches,and the lawn around it is losing the battle against a soft, dark green moss, while the gravelled path in front of it need another layer badly. The trees filter the light, it's tinged green and very subdued. There's already a specialized team here, circling the house and waiting for the special agent (that would be little old me!). It's a different kind of fun to be aware that it's a dream while playing along. I'm fitted with the same equipement as the other, a protective vest with big scratchs and a utility belt, then go inside. It's a pretty house,with painted white panelling and a wooden floor, but it's unkept and dirty with narrow, claustrophobic allyways and narrow, talls widows half hidden behind tattered drapes. I find the vampire and arrest her, putting here in cuffs while Eli keep her calm. We walk her outside to the team. She cringes in the sunlight and they quickly put her in the back of a car and thanks me before leaving. I'm alone with Eli again, and enjoy the silence and the mossy smell coming from the soil. I shred some of the equipment and lean against the house. Eli comes close to me and starts to tell me that "that actress is pretty bitchy, that's why she got a small role, nobody wants to remember her." I kiss him to stop him, and he is suddenly very silent and very "here". He looks around with me, taking in the scenery. I warp a arms around him with a smile.

I wake up in a false awakening, tangled in Eli arms and the darkness of my bedroom and free my arm to write down some keywords about this dream and the one before, then I wake up for good.

That was a good experience in tulpa dream lucidity

Splitting today dreams bounty in two posts for tagging purpose.

I'm walking around with my mother and sister in a big house that was split into flats. It's a little past its prime but style rather stylish, with marble staircases and wood panneling on the wall, the floor is carpeted in a camel color and the wood panneling are rather dark. I puck up a orange kitten and hand him back to its owner, a girl my age who thanks me a lot then talks to me about her brother, who's looking for someone to take care of his two jakc russels. I politly nods and go back to my family. Whithout trasition, we're outside another house on a hill. We walk up the stairs that lead in and enter into a veranda that open into a living room with big windows. It's very cluttered but pristine, with beautiful fournitures and tastful decoration. On the back of this living room is a staircase going down into the hill, probably to the rest of the house. The light, is golden and slanted, like the end of the afternoon. The veranda opens in a french formal garden, with a pool fitted in a ancien fontain and a straight path leading to a big manor. Here, the light is colder and the sun highter, like a winter midday. I realize that the pretty house we were in is merely a dependance of this big manor. My mother urges me to accept to take care of the man dogs' as it would allow me to live in the dependance. My phone buzz and it's a text from both the girl and his brother, telling me that I'm their best candidate and could I please answer quickly? I say yes, feeling more that a little coerced into it.
Without transition again, we're in a mall, looking for clothes; mine are falling appart. My sister sprints in first, she's wearing a lovely dress in a odernised 50s' style, in a red fabric with white polka dots. There is two zippers at shoulders blade level, and she open them "to feel less hot" and ma mother says that it makes her look trashy, but my sister doesn't care. We go to the back of the mall to pick up jeans and I wake up.

TBC in the next entry

Still felt quite tired, so after being up for 4 hours (after sleeping for about 6.5 during the "normal night"), I went back to bed, around 11:30am. It took me a long time to fall asleep. Breathing relaxation wasn't distracting enough from thoughts, so after several position changes and attempts at quieting my mind via breathing alone, I started playing around with SSILD. Vision / hearing / body, in various orders and varying durations. That did the trick!

+ I'm walking along the ridge of very high hills overlooking an ocean far below. I put down my stuff, and decide to fly. I take off and am gliding down the step but not vertical slope, picking up speed. I put my hands out in front of me and see them stretched out superman style. I think about pulling up and do some loops but I decide to fly all the way down to the water, then pulling up and seeing how far back up my momentum will take me. The view is amazing: clear, bright day in sunlight, blue sky.

+ I'm in "my room," a smallish room sort of like in an office building. Someone has brought me a new (couch?) with artificial materials which really smells very chemically. I walk out and to the next room which is also mine, it is full of stuff, very cluttered.

+ [False Asleep-ening?] I'm lying in bed and experiencing very strong vibrations. I'm trying to WILD. The vibrations come and go. Sometimes they get very strong. I wonder if I'm already dreaming, I should just try to get up, but I'm concerned about moving my waking body. Someone's on the room with me, I think it's my son, he's making some noise and brushing up again my feet which are hanging off the end of the bed? I'm able to ignore him and continue waiting for the dream to form, but it doesn't seem to want to form visually. I'm surfing the vibrations, staying calm, for what feels like a long time. The vibrations get pretty intense.

+ I'm lying on a mattress on the ground in a room in a house. I'm lying among sheets but am naked and exposed, in an aroused state. There's a (middle-aged Asian?) woman there, she puts on a lab coat. She's the masseuse, I'm going to get an erotic massage. I think about her touching my (ahem) and get excited. Then I see my son enter the room from a back room, and think oops, we're going to the same place, and how awkward it is to see him here. He leaves, and the masseuse mentions that he has some handheld device that is displaying information. I say that's nothing to worry about (?).

Walking through this building, at one point it's a haunted place, where ghosts move around, and I see faint impressions of them as they move through me (I'm standing in a doorway) into the room behind me, I feel them passing through me and say "I feel them!".

In a back-room kitchen of the massage building, a woman is in there (saying "you shouldn't be here"?). Outside on a street, there is a naked woman showering in the distance on a store-front. I don't pay much attention at first, then I think I could go have sex with her. But since it's a shower situation lubrication would be required. Then there's an odd scene for about a minute of me trying to stuff my (ahem) into some other weird flesh thing with very small openings and it's just not working out.

+ I'm at a medium-sized round swimming pool (more like a wading pool) at some abandoned house. There's a guy (clothed?) splashing around in the blue water. I say/think the water must be nasty because it hasn't been cleaned in a long time, he says "naw, it's fine, I haven't had any problems and I come here a lot ". But I still think it's dirty and there could be any number of maladies you could pick up from it. There are several people mulling around.

+ (f) hanging out with laughing crowd, a young version of DT (JT's from company "3") is there in a sleeveless top, and one point she lifts her arms up over her head and holds on to something above and behind her, the view is fantastic.

First entry, yay! Explanation of foreign words and background info in blue.
My female roommate has a redecorating fit and decides to pretty up the flat (which is, as is often the case in my dreams, more narrow than in waking life and has a somewhat weird layout) with dozens of plants. I'm pissed off because she woke me up in the process. Back in waking life, this had happened directly before that dream, only it was my male roommate preparing for work.
Aside from having more narrow rooms (one of my dream signs), our flat has some very warm and pretty lighting and feels cozy, especially with all the new plants. I walk into the kitchen and notice that the oven is on. I look inside and see some rolls and pastries, along with Donauwelle (a chocolate covered cake with cream and cherries) that my roommate put there. I think about telling her that Donauwelle is supposed to be eaten cold, but decide against it because I really can't be bothered.
I turn to the refrigerator. There's a little potted tree on the ground below and I can barely open the door without knocking it over. Inside, I look for something that needs to be eaten soon before it spoils (which I also do in waking life when I open the refrigerator). There are two plastic packs of pork loin. The surface of the meat looks spongy and has been painted with red ink. This is a reference to my day job, where I assist a pathologist cutting anatomical specimens. Ink is often used to mark the different sides of the specimen so you can reconstruct where exactly it sat in the body. Then I look in the upper right corner and see a plastic cube of about 8³ inches (20³cm) filled three fourths with clear water illuminated by the fridge's warm light. There is no sign of condensed water on the cube's walls. Floating on the water, there is something that looks like a beet, with a circle of small brown eggs around it. I don't realize that eggs that float are inedible. Overall, this arrangement looks very fresh and tasty to me. I remember that the beet is a kind of designer food that is supposed to taste fantastic and provide a lot of important nutrients. Before my inner eye, I see a cross section of the beet that shows its several layers, all labeled. The innermost layer is a very dark, moist red and consists of ground berries.
From another room, I hear someone speaking Chinese. I look who it is and realize that my roommate is having an entire Chinese family over, so I decide to take a walk.
I find myself walking on a tarred path between patches of neat lawn. It's fall, and everything looks a bit foggy. Two men in loden overcoats walk toward me. One of them has a wolf-like dog's head with very long and fluffy fur. While they pass me, I think that the dog shouldn't be walking on two legs, and that this must be a dream. But before I can gain any measure of lucidity, I look back and the dog-man has transformed into a dwarf with a dog mask he wears as a Halloween costume. Since it's Halloween (and it really is, oddly enough), that seems quite OK, and I'm lulled back into gullibility. Walking uphill toward a college campus, I see students wearing more Halloween costumes and doing a ritual that in this dream is typical of Halloween, chasing each other around to slap a Speckmaus (a white, chewy and sweet treat shaped like a mouse) on someone's forehead. A guy with a cardboard mask and a red and black lumberjack shirt runs up to me to slap one on my forehead, but since I'm still pissed off I grab his wrist in mid-air and squeeze it as tightly as I can, trying to inflict pain. He isn't all that impressed, gives me a disappointed look and asks me what I'm doing here, I'm not even a student, and I shouldn't spoil their fun.
I ignore him and walk into one of the college buildings, an ugly 60s red brick bungalow. From the corner of my eye I see a tall professor dressed up as a wizard in white felt clothes lecture three underage students half his height dressed in similar costumes. A female student of about my age with dark blonde, shoulder length, faintly wavy hair walks toward me. Looking at each other, we immediately feel a strong connection. She invites me to her room. While we walk there, she explains that it's in the quarters of the rowing club, which she has sort of stumbled into because all her friends really wanted to row with her.
We arrive at the room, which is about 375ft² (35m²). She has just moved here for a short vacation, so it's cluttered with randomly unpacked clothes and hygiene products. One wall is just a long sheet of glass that directly faces a pool without a walkway to separate the two. The pool is a system of winding "streets" that flow into several larger "squares". It is framed by the same neat lawn from before, but now it's a pleasant summer evening outside, and the sun is just beginning to set. 50 yards off, I can see a few dozen people having a pool party with tiki torches.
The student asks me to come to the party with her. I'm a bit disappointed because I thought she'd let me nap in her room, but I also want to get to know her better, so I say she should go ahead, I'd only need to put on swimming trunks. What follows is much less vivid and deals with me being confused about what constitutes being clothed and what doesn't and being ashamed of my nakedness when I realize I've taken off all my clothes except for the T-shirt (an olive green heavy duty cotton shirt) although there's no one around to witness it. Finally, I manage to put on my swimming trunks, and the dream becomes more vivid again.
I look around and notice that the student has a lot of interesting books, but also a lot of things that look like hipster crap, and I think that she must be the well-educated child of rich parents. In the middle of the room there is a heavy wooden desk, covered in the aforementioned clothes and hygiene products. Inlaid into the desk there is a white porcelain washbasin with a silver faucet. The faucet is not connected to the water supply, but to a plastic bottle.
The label on the bottle looks like the one on Gordon's Dry Gin, only with a calligraphic font, and reads "Dirt Water". I turn the bottle over to read the back label. It features Art Déco illustrations showing the history of the product. There's a picture of Queen Victoria and one of a woman in a linen dress and apron stirring something in a copper boiler (the kind they brew beer in) with a large wooden pole. The text explains that Dirt Water was invented in Victorian London to promote public health. Below are illustrations of historical groups of people who used Dirt Water. The only one I remember shows a man from the neck down sitting at a table. He wears a grubby industrial worker's coat and polishes an old Luger with a red rag. The caption reads "Anarchists".
I turn on the faucet and use the water to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth afterward, being careful not to swallow any. It tastes faintly earthy and I feel very small grains of the eponymous dirt on my tongue. Then I turn to go to the party, and wake up.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Trees & Trains
It's during the day. I'm with my girlfriend and we're about to cross a railroad which doesn't have any protective measures. A double-decker train is approaching slowly from our left. It looks like a regular Dutch train; blue and yellow. My girlfriend pulls me back a bit because I was thinking about crossing before the train got here. She says something (can't recall what) which slightly annoys me. We pass the railway, though there are a lot of tracks. I think to our right is a platform. The scenery gives of a grungy vibe, not very neat, slight disorder. There are gonna be some incoming trains, but there are pine trees laying on the tracks, blocking them. They are laying rather neatly, in the same way that a train is on the tracks. Moving them is a matter of pushing them forwards or backwards on the tracks until there's a switch where we can push them to another track. My girlfriend and I are doing this. At one point there is one that we leave laying around for too long and it blocks a train (or 2). It also isn't laid down neatly, but stands up somewhat. Somehow all the pine needles fall off neatly starting from the top. I think we make a run for it at this point.

Still daytime, I'm standing alone near one of the train tracks. It's like I'm in between scenarios, as I've started cooking, but a different setting hasn't fully materialised yet. I have some meat which I smell to check if it's still good. I'm in doubt. There's also some fatty parts which I remove. I end up forgetting which part is the fat and which part the good meat. I can hear K (my blond female housemate) talking from my left, a bit in the distance. It feels as if there's a door in between us.

Dream 2: Holy mother of knees!
I'm with a guy who is supposedly my housemate. We're chilling in his room, which is decorated like a living room. I distinctively recall the colour red. I think it's because of a red couch which appears later on. We're messing with each other a bit. I'm filming him while he delivers a speech of some sort, while standing against a white wall. He's wearing a black jacket and I think a white cap. He's a bit taller than I am. He jokingly punches me or something and I attempt to kick him in the balls. Eventually we're down on the ground and I'm in a low squatting position while he's holding me there. I tell him he needs to let me go, cause my knee can't handle this. He persists. Eventually I start crying and he sees that I'm serious. I think I might've felt my ligament snap. A moment later I'm sitting down on the ground elsewhere in the room. I'm feeling up my knees. In my mind it's the right one which is messed up, while in reality it's left. I can slide my right kneecap all the way to the right side of my knee, leaving a sort of hollow platform where my kneecap is supposed to fit. Holy f! This is not good. I check on my left knee to see what is normal. I can slide it all the way to the left side, same effect. Wtf? I tell my housemate to check it out and if he can do that too. I examine my right knee more closely. Just underneath where my kneecap is supposed to be you can still see 3 or 4 staples from the surgery (I never had staples).

This is the moment from which I distinctively recall the colour red, though I'm sure it's not only because of the couch. My housemate has about 4 or 5 instruments. Piano, guitar, violin... not sure what else. From a distance I can hear K again. There's a small window with a slit above it through which sound passes rather easily. She is with a guy. She enters the room. It's one of my classmates, one of who I have never dreamed before; BJ (not kidding here). It feels like they aren't just friends, but it's sort of a date.They sit down on the couch, while I look around for a shoelace. When I look down at my shoe I can tell there are supposed to be 3 or 4 different coloured shoelaces in it. I'm missing a red one. I look through a small drawer I believe. In the end I must've found something, cause I sit down on the couch on the far right to tie my shoes. I feel something pushing against me. It's BJ. Because they didn't spread out evenly it's getting very cosy here. I move to another smaller couch. BJ makes a joke about missing out on this opportunity with me. K says something about how it's not comfortable leaning on BJ anymore, cause he's not leaning on me. I tell them that they don't know how to sit comfortably.

Fragments
» I'm outside in an urban area, I think a residential neighbourhood. It's dark and there's almost no one on the street. I might be out jogging. A classmate comes by with his dog and they pass me. I don't recognise the guy, but I instinctively know that he's my classmate.

» I ask someone about the dreads of a distant friend of mine called Q. I'm not sure who I'm asking, I think 1 or 2 girls I know. They tell me it looks ridiculous. Really? They say that she cut off her previous dreads and started anew, but this time she did it herself and blegh.

» I've entered a building, I believe a university building. Inside are some of my classmates. I can't recall what happened exactly, but it has something to do with our upcoming exam.

Dream 3: WhatsApp distraction
I'm at a train station, on the platform talking to a friend (no clue who it is though). We're leaning on the railing. I'm not sure what the conversation is about. I walk towards the tracks and back for a few seconds. On the way back I hear my name coming from my left. It's a former co-worker, who is sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. I greet him from my current position. My friend says it's ok if I go over to talk to him. I'm ok. A few seconds later the co-worker announces he's gotta go back to work. See? Issue resolved. It feels like they've switched places and I'm now talking to the co-worker. He tells me about the time he was supposed to be back at work by 12:00 but wasn't back until 14:30 or something. How?! He tells me it's cause he got distracted by WhatsApp.

D1 - In student house with many floors, landings. It is early hours of morning and others a sleep or just very dark. At bottom of house there is a food store, full of meat. You can only obtain food if you give an equivalent amount of meat. I would have to cut off my own arm and put it into storage. I managed to cut off someone elses arm and put that in instead.

D2 - E is worried about how his class will perform in final year. He always jammy and manages to get out of trouble. He goes to head and makes presentation, head is taken in. Im annoyed.

D3 - In class , traditional layout, tables in rows, 2 kids per desk, very dark, large blind down. I give children wrong work to do. Work is printed on old printer paper with holes down the sides. I try and get back work but some has been written on. I send some more to the printer as more children come into the class. I look at one childs work, it is a large homemade bound book with thing stuck on and in it. It breaks, oops.
Class line up by window, light is streaming through below blind. child peaks under blind as is worried about being bullied. Bully is boy with dark short hair out in playground.
I try to use computer terminal but I cant remember commands for old operating system dos.
I get to printer room with class waiting outside. It is a large room with rows of old school tables. At the back tables have technicians and terminals and printers.
I walk to a terminal at the back and try the commands, which come up in glowing green on screen. I check printer. Printers, all different, look like scaled down nuclear reactors, spherical, whitish and plasticy.
A technician bustles over friendly, thining hair, lab coat, glasses. He asks if he can help me and busily types away, sending the printer into life.
Terminals they are using are so old they are yellowing, with old shinny trademark silver and black on sides.
Everytime a terminal breaks down it is not replaced hence workers are left here with nothing to do. Young women mess about on benches with nothing to do.

D4 - Another classroom , another class. Children are not on time for lesson. Two turn up and then go into one when told off. One was carrying a bottle into class. other member of staff tries to pacify them.
Child with long mop of hair obscuring face continues to grizzle on way to seat. Other children look on concerned.
At end of classroom is a wooden shed and what seems to be a cliff. there is a fence to stop people falling to there death, presumably.
One child goes under the fence and brings back a bucket full of bottles of something for the kid. He brings them over to kid to my astonishment and shagrin.
I ask for a compromise from these crazy kids.

D5 - Fragment
Somebody told me I was having a big observation the first day back at school due to the pay banding im in. Waaaa scarier than Halloween. Phew was only a dream.

Long, fairly vivid dream.

+ I'm in the top bunk of a bunk bed with my jr high best friend DD, we're sleeping there. A guy has come to talk to us. I'm a bit embarrassed about being in bed with DD and think I should probably say "this isn't a gay thing, we're just sleeping."

I get up and look back and the bunk, I think maybe I should sleep on the lower bunk, no one's there, but it is really messy and dirty. There's a single bed next to the bunk beds with a girl lying in it.

DD and I are getting dressed in order to be (waiters?) at a (catering?) event. The manager comes by and says "you're wearing THAT!?" I get really mad and get in his face and we go to the upper level (of the park playground?) and stutter and stammer and can't find the words, I'm try to say something like "you need to be..." (respectful?) (with your position of authority?).

In another area/room, getting dressed for the work. Black shirt, black pants, should I wear a tie? Is it OK that I don't wear a belt? I get a close up view of the back of the pants which has a dip in it at the belt line.

1) Fitting a 2 way radio in the back of my children's headmaster's car. The car became full of water and I was told it was a leak at a tropical fish factory, I saw the field next to the car was full of water. I ran out of rubber bands to finalise the fitting and had to walk to my mother in law's house to get one. I went there got a rubber band, on the way back the path became an exciting running track that slopped down I fell and caught my hands on some brambles.
I fitted the radio and went back to my mother in law's house. the Rolling Stones were playing in the front room and my daughter thought it was exciting. There were 2 other children there who looked really bored. A famous woman was standing at the kitchen table talking about adopting disabled children and how she helps claim funding for it. For some reason she had a large bottle of iodine solution in one hand and was pouring it out.

2) Stood in a lounge, it was my lounge, but it wasn't anything like my actual lounge. I looked out of the window and the lawn was mown with all the clippings pushed up against the side. My youngest daughter told me that it was mummy's new man friend and I was a bit suspicious because I didn't know she had any man friends. My godfather, who is a solicitor was sitting on the sofa, I said hello to the cat. I had an itemised bill from another solicitor and I commented on it to my godfather and he had a look at it. I also read through it and there were several items listing drugs such as cocaine, it all seemed logical at the time.

3) REMEMBERED LATER IN THE DAY. I was sat with my wife and a catapult device was going to throw a manekin of a young girl so she landed on a young boy, almost like in a car crash test. I was warned that it would be upsetting for young children. The catapult fired and the manekin landed and its head crashed against the boy's head. One of my children got very upset watching it. I turned around to my wife who was holding a baby who seemed very calm. Slightly weird situation.

*Gaint dog the size of a horse roaming an apartmemt complex.
*Arnold Schwarzenegger is being an asshole supervisor.
*Talking shit to skater kids as we pass over a Bridge.