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Though I didn't become lucid, I'm glad I could recall 3 reasonably long dreams!

Shopping crisis

I was climbing up stairs out of what I think was an underground movie theater. For some strange reason it came right up to this store. I was with a friend of mine who I hadn't seen for a little under a year in waking life. When we reached the store we decided to go separate ways just to buy some things. We left, and I came across a Mars chocolate bar. For some reason I craved it really badly, to the point where I couldn't even wait to buy it. So I then opened up the wrapper and took a bite. Even so, I wasn't really afraid as I thought if I just pay for it, it'll be ok right? Wrong. I realized I had no money with me. I was really afraid I was going to have to work for it, which I didn't want to happen. I decided to go find my friend to see if he has some money I can borrow. But when I was walking towards him, I was spotted by an employee who appeared to be this 17 year old girl with black hair. She was unexpectedly angry with me, to the point where she was screaming at me, though I don't remember what she was saying. Strangely enough, nobody else seemed to be paying any attention. I was really scared though. I continued to go up to my friend and ask him for some money. He had about a dollar and a half. When he gave it to me, his expression was very odd and he seemed sad, but I couldn't exactly recall what it was. Then I went up to the cashier (a different person from the other girl.) and she told me to pay for eating the chocolate before paying for it I had to do an extra 4 hours of community service to graduate high school.
So apparently companies like these freely control the school board? I recall trying to go around working to pay off those hours but I don't recall any specifics.

Reunion

I started off in the dream solely with visuals on this program similar to skype. I don't remember having anything like a computer to access it, the only thing I could see was this program, and I could control what I did like normal. I found this picture of another friend who I haven't seen for a couple of years now, and I really wanted to see him again. So I then went on this chatting group he was in. Though, right after I joined everyone in the group left. After I decided to just chat with him directly. When I started the visuals changed into a very simple chat room very similar to this, but without the bar to see which users are on. When he (my friend) started talking, japanese characters started popping up. I knew some japanese (even in waking life as well), so I tried to ask him to write in romaji (japanese with english letters), but when I did my text started showing up in japanese characters. The scene changed and I actually took physical form in a corner of my house. Areas away from me were not very well lit. But next to me I had very sci-fi holographic screens next to me similar to this. One of the two screens showed this server list for minecraft. There were two players in and I could sense one of them was the friend I was looking for. On the other screen I frantically tried to launch minecraft to join this server. But there was always some problems I had to fix before I could launch it. But when I finally did, I managed to join the server before he left. After that I forgot what happened, but a person came up to me and said he (or she? I don't know ) would direct me to the one I was looking for. Excited, we were teleported to this store which looked a lot like a bar. I was then lead to this middle aged woman who said she had the same name as my friend, which is strange because it's a male name. Left with despair, I fell on my knees and hands, because I knew should've known it would have been her because I met her in an earlier dream (Which I don't remember, in the dream I just knew I met her before).

Pennies

The dream started in the same store as the first dream, only this time I wasn't charged with anything and my friend wasn't with me. I started going around and slightly opening the wrappers of various products (I don't know if I was just stupid at the time, or wanted to tick that girl off). Though this time I wasn't scared of doing more community work because that girl, for some strange reason, didn't really care if I slightly opened them, only if I completely opened them. I then got bored and decided to buy something. I went for this memory card which costed 35$. I went to the cashier but the line was so long it went to some other part of the store, so I had to wait there. A different (from the other two dreams) friend waited in line behind me, and he was going to buy this 95 GB memory card for 91$. Who needs THAT much memory? Then time went much faster than usual and I was next. When they scanned my memory card it costed exactly 75.34$ The world ends when tax charges more money for a product than its actual price. I then realized I had no money again. So I very casually and non-suspiciously said, "Ah-hah, I never expected it to be so much. I guess I'll just leave it here and be on my way". The cashier then said, in a rude tone, "It's people like you who'll bring back the pennies". Don't understand? That's ok, because I don't understand either. I'm not sure about other countries but in Canada pennies lost value, but beyond the meaning of this is beyond me . I started to walk out of the store and then I woke up.

Forgot the dream a few hours after waking up. Should've tried to memorize it better.

04/12/15 I was in a very stable lucid and flew up to a 3rd floor window, 'knowing' a sexy woman would be up there. I caused her to come over to the window and she opened it. Just for fun and to be challenging myself, I put my knees against the window sill but leaned back reclining over thin air. I caused her to lean out and pleasure me orally. It was very real feeling and the DC was truly sexy. What fun. I just leaned back over the air and enjoyed for a few minutes.

Finally, the DC stops and looks up and speaks, "are you just going to have me suck your $%^# all day? Why don't you take me somewhere more exotic at least?"

I thought this was funny, so why not do it? I pulled her naked through the window and onto my lap, inserting myself inside her. Nice, very real feeling including warmth and moisture. I started to float with her there and levitated up to the roof. I pictured it as a fancy brass clad roof with style. We land and I lay her on her back and start 'stuff.' She does not prevent me, but she stares at my and mutters, "I ask you to take me somewhere exotic, and you f%k me on the roof?"

I asked where she wanted to go and she tells me Italy. I do not mind, as I plan on continuing to do what I want on the way there. I pull her down into my lap again and am inside her. I levitate off through a mist and see forest scenes and decide that it has magically transported us to Italy. We are surrounded by vague shapes of what looks like a carnival, and I try to picture Rome.

She says (still mounted on my lap) "This looks more like Mexico than Italy"

I try not to let the dream guide me towards that. "No clearly it is Italy" however, now a man is walking by in a sombrero and "La Cucaracca" is playing. The scene is now vivid and clearly Mexico. I float us back up into the air and through the mists and forest again, and land in another city. This time I succeed at making it Rome. We float up to examine the rose window of a building, but the dream is destabilizing. I dismiss the image of the DC and reduce all the input down to a small area. I pluck a blade of grass out of no where and examine it closely. Nothing but my hands and a blade of grass. It works and the dream is stable. I am up in the sill of the window. The DC is gone and I land on the floor of the building. It hs amazing hard wood and I look at design for a brief moment. The dream starts to go ustable and I shift out of the dream into some other sleep phase.

Supermarket

I was inside a supermarket looking for cereal. But than i wanted strawberries and told my older brother to get it for me. But he was taking too long. Next thing I know I'm looking at the candy and I'm interested in buying candy corn. But it looks like they are sprinkled with a lot of sugar on them so I don't buy it. Things become complicated so I begin to look for my family. I have a feeling i spotted my grandma but i'm not 100% sure. Anyways I found my cousin and she takes me somewhere completely different. It is a empty black square room filled with red floating clouds.

She tells me that there appears to be something wrong with her stomach. I look closely and think she is trying to tell me she is getting bigger or shes pregnant. But i see nothing wrong with her stomach. I tell her I notice a slight difference though. After that my brother comes inside and mentions how the guy from the lucky charm box is coming to see if we accomplish the dream sharing race. Apparently we have to escape from it inside someone else's dream space. I happily accept the challenge and fly off in a direction.

I pass through places, than through a door. Most of all the places i passed seemed like a void though.Soon it becomes quiet and I think about how I don't really like where I'am now. I fly somewhere else than notice someone flying behind me in a fast speed. It felt like my mind was trying to keep up with me so it can change the dream into the way it wanted. When i arrived at a office building I landed on a guy that looked like he was from the matrix. I told him I won but than was interrupted by a lady who works at my job place. She told me she needed to see me for a sec.She showed me a paper asking about something work related. Than a guy who was on the computer asked me if i was nervous. I said no and after that I woke up.

Teddy

I was listening to my dad and uncle talk about something as i was brushing my teeth in the bathroom but the toothpaste kept accumulating. I tried spitting it out and rinsing but felt like i swallowed a bit already. I than turned to see a black shadow in the form of a teddy bear with yellow eyes smiling at me. I thought I was just seeing things and told my dad. But he wasn't listening so I went downstairs wanting to go to my room. But the hallway was blocked by lots of green curtains. I felt like there was something hiding behind the curtains in the dark hallway. But didn't want to find out so i ran upstairs.

I'm at work, serving tables. I go to the bar to get a drink for a man. I realize we don't have that wine, Morno something or other. I look back at the man across the open dining room. He's looking at me, wondering where his drink is, probably. I think about it and decide to try to serve his wine using telekenisis. It doesn't work. I get bored with this and go off into the kitchen to have some fun. I see one of my pretty co-workers and make out with her briefly until I remember to try the advanced task. I reach into my pocket to find the hole but nothing is there. I persist and after a few seconds, I find the hole and throw it on the ground. I jump into the hole which leads to an underwater void. "Wait for me!" I hear from above. A DC whooshes past me.

I end up in large, underwater game room, set up to play another DC. I guess the point of the game is to hit a volleyball against the large digital screen, repeating this once the opponent returns the serve, trying to hit the ball in as few bounces as possible. I play this with the DC but they are a lot better than I am, because they are more agile underwater. Using so much force to move, I quickly get exhausted and quit. Breathing heavily, I look for something else to do and see an exit sign. Having enough of this, I walk through and wake up.

I was talking to my romanian friend about civilization 5. The dream it was just in the game we were both disembodied voices. I remember a caravel sailing around near a city state, and there were realistic mountain ranges way off in the distance. It was sailing through a kind of fjord it seemed.
I also remember some desert-y place and he was playing as babylon and I was korea. At some parts I had to pee a lot and I would always pee purple and it wasn't til later that it freaked me out. At another point I'm in a room on the ground, on my phone looking on instagram and I'm talking to an old friend.

Morning of April 14, 2015. Tuesday.





I never thought that I would be running around in a dream as Captain America and yelling “Avengers Assemble” numerous times (which I hear myself yelling quite clearly), though I am in this one, though as myself and proper ethnicity, apparently (and with my real-life name), not Steve Rogers. One would think that a dream this far removed from reality would have at least a trace of lucidity (or even a subtle degree of dream-making awareness), especially as it includes flying near the beginning, but such is not the case. Other than Captain America (I am the leader), there are about six others. My wife starts out as the Black Canary - which is actually DC, not Marvel (let alone an Avenger). Later, she is known to be the Black Cat (which is Marvel). There is one point where I am commenting on how beautiful her catlike eyes are - they do stand out with detail and beauty over every other feature of my dream at one point. The other Avengers in my dream are not actual Avengers for the most part other than I think Hawkeye and Iron Man (though they remain in the background and go off on their own at times).

About halfway through our adventures, on at least the second floor of a building, we find someone who wants to join us. It seems to be a male at first but he is only pretending to be a superhero in the sense of role-playing and his costume (mostly red and white) has a rather shoddy homemade look as well as his shield (which is irregularly shaped cardboard). Still, we welcome him into our group. He calls himself the Shield (an Archie Comics - Pep Comics character, not Marvel, though who came shortly before Captain America), and for some reason that sounds like a member of the Avengers, and he has a vertically rectangular shield in contrast to my round one. However, he has a bad limp in his right leg (apparently from birth) and can barely walk at times. Eventually, I see that “he” is actually a short-haired girl (or somehow changed into one over time - though the general appearance is the same). There is one point where I ask her if she wants the shield to be real and she says yes (which of course would be a good idea) and I simply nod my head and that act makes it real - and so now it is indestructible. We do have to support her (while she is walking) a couple of times, one on each side of her. (Oddly, I do not think to heal her leg.) It is likely that “she” and “shield” (”she hold”) are typical subtle in-dream transitional plays that I have experienced all my life.

I note my reflection in a window at one point, and it seems quite realistically detailed. At one point, two young males in beige trench coats in an alley fire machine guns at me but I hold up my shield and the bullets bounce off and kill both of them from the ricochets. The physical orientation and sense of touch seems quite enhanced as I hold the shield and I vividly feel the vibrations and sense of slight movement as I hold it.

Although I can fly, I do not later on while in costume, because I seem to remember that Captain America does not fly (truly weird dream “logic”). I do however fly near the beginning of my dream when I am not wearing a costume, though other people find this amusing and not unusual.

At one point in the last section, my wife goes to an area on her own for some sort of surveillance (in an alley in an isolated part of the city - the city of which is unknown, though some parts seem to take place in La Crosse) regarding a possible villain to see if it is safe or viable to go to a meeting they are having (though not directly related to our group). After this, we are all in a building on the third floor, I think. There are a couple businessmen on the first floor though I do not see them; I only hear the conversation and do not think it has much to do with us. For some reason, one of the members of my team (or possibly the implied villain - this is not definite) is experimenting with some sort of drug in the form of Kool-Aid or some such. I become extremely annoyed. In fact, I get so annoyed, I pick up their large refrigerator and fling it down the stairs. The overall detail and sound is amazingly realistic at this point. I consider this act as I watch the refrigerator go nosily down the stairs (the door opening and the contents spilling out) and even turn at the stairwell from the force of the throw, and am even aware that the businessmen have to move out of the way (though I do not see this happen). From here, I throw two other things down the stairs, including a cabinet and a storage box of some kind. It almost seems humorous. No one else reacts. I feel like throwing something else, but slowly wake.

Ritual: WTB 2am, woke 9am with dream. Recall: 9/10. April had so far been a dryspell, but after my hot streak in early March I hadn't worried too much about it. I've noticed that my streaks and dryspells often seem to operate cyclically. I was distressed in early April when even my dream recall was inexplicably poor, but for the past week that had been improving. I had been continuing daytime RCs but to no discernible effect, and hadn't made any serious LD attempts all month.

Last night was no exception, but since I was stressed and annoyed over work obligations, I let myself drink rather heavily with dinner. The consequence of this was that I slept poorly, having to cycle lots of water and wake up even more frequently than usual. This didn't bother me either, as I'd slept plenty in the last few days and didn't feel especially tired. I also enjoyed that I was dreaming heavily all night, with decent recall, though the dreams themselves were not interesting enough to sacrifice more sleep to record them. As morning approached, the line between sleeping and waking started to blur, to the point where I found myself in a long dream where I seemed to be lying half-awake in my bed, but talking and interacting with DCs who were in the room with me. Even before the dream ended it occurred to me that it had involved some semi-lucid intervals, so I realized I should get up and take some notes. I was in the process of doing so when I began to suspect I was still dreaming. My first instinct was to wake myself up so I could record the dream properly, but then I realized that I shouldn't squander this unexpected opportunity!

DILD: In my living room. Don't think I'm awake yet. Could wake myself up, of course. Hang on—that would be a waste. Must be at least an hour before I have to get up. What were those tasks again?

Jogging will be easy enough. I start running even before I leave the house. Suddenly my feet feel heavy and I notice I am wearing my old black leather combat boots. Grin—if there was any doubt I was dreaming it has cleared up now. [For the record, I was never in the military, I just had a distinctive fashion sense in my youth.] Go outside the door and jog away. Immediately nothing like my backyard, though it does still resemble the region I live in. Look around: in the distance see a woman pushing a stroller. "Woman pushing a stroller," I say to myself, to fix the details. I'm running across a parking lot, and where it ends I pass an unusual tree whose thick branches are armed with long thorns. "Thorn tree," I state for the record. Find myself at the edge of a steep hill and run straight down. Gravity isn't a problem, I stay perpendicular to the ground I am covering, which means I am pitched forward at a 45 degree angle and would fall flat onto my stomach if gravity were operative, but it isn't. I can feel my body being gently buoyed up into this position, and my speed doesn't become too great. Say, "Steep hill." As I'm running down the hill, looking around, I see something stranger. The earth is almost barren, with dry scrubby vegetation in patches, but looking to my left, I see razors sticking up out of the ground as if someone has planted them there, dozens of them, several inches apart, covering a large patch of ground. "Razors planted in the ground," I say, adding, "Disposable razors." And they're not just any brand, but I recognize them: distinctive yellow handles, white heads... "Bic razors," I think.

At the bottom of the hill the ground levels out. I notice that the act of jogging doesn't feel at all realistic, which is interesting because I actually do jog in WL on a semi-regular basis, so it is not that my dreaming mind lacks sensations to draw upon. In what respect is it unrealistic? Well, there's no need for real effort, no sense of real weight. And now, unbidden, my arms are dangling and dragging through the dry dirt of the ground, I can feel it sifting through my fingers. My arms do not feel any longer than normal, and my legs do not feel any shorter than normal, yet my fingers are trailing the ground alongside me as I run. I notice a small mushroom lying on the dirt and pick it up, saying "Mushroom." It is a fleshy beige tube-shaped stem without a distinct cap, and I recognize the type from the grocery store—it is a small eryngii mushroom.

Previously I had passed highways at the base of the hill, but now I'm approaching a smaller local street, buildings tightly packed together on the side of the street across from me. I decide to move on to another task. When the April TOTMs were posted I had worked out a plan whereby I would use the portable hole to portal myself into space and do the bonus task. I note an ideal location in the street—there's a manhole cover there or some other kind of circular mark that seems the ideal place to set down the hole. I notice three guys on this side of the road are getting into a parked car and feel instinctive momentary caution about running in front of it, but remind myself that this is a dream, there's no way to be harmed if the car hits me, and anyway I should use it as motivation to succeed quickly in the hole task. In retrospect, I note that the direction they're about to drive suggests either that this must be a one-way street, or else that the traffic flow is the opposite of what it normally is in the US.

I had planned my strategy as I was jogging up, so once I got to the spot I had designated, I promptly used my right hand to reach into my "pocket" (to avoid overcomplicating things I deliberately didn't bother to take notice of what I was wearing or make sure it had a pocket, I just let assumption carry the day), pulled out my portable hole and dropped it. Nothing happened, but the problem was easily diagnosed: my hand had come up empty from my pocket, so I had only been pretending to drop the hole. Apparently, in dreams, there can somehow still be a distinction (however nuanced) between "pretending" to do something and "actually" doing it.

"You actually have to pull something out," I murmured to myself reprovingly, and reached into my pocket again. This time my hand closed around a folded piece of very thin black cloth. I recall the texture of the cloth made it feel like a synthetic fiber, smooth and slightly shiny. I unfolded it and dropped it on the pavement. It was circular, perfectly sized to fit over the manhole-cover spot in the street, but I had thrown it so casually that it had fallen in a bunched up and wrinkled way, so I kneeled down to gently smooth it flat. Then I stood back up and stepped on the cloth, intending to sink through it and find myself in space. Of course the first time, it felt no different than stepping onto a layer of cloth that had been set onto the pavement, and I didn't go anywhere. This didn't surprise me, since I knew my expectations might have been conditioned by some of the early TOTM reports I had read in this month's thread. So I patiently tried again, knowing I could make this work. I hopped in place and focused on the sensation of sinking. The second try was still a dud. I hopped again, maintaining my focus and emphasizing the idea of falling through the hole. It worked, though instead of falling suddenly, as one might through a real hole, I was sinking slowly and gently downward. I used this extra time to build my image of where I wanted to end up: space.

After I sank beneath the surface of the pavement, I was floating in a pitch black, unconstructed space. This was more promising than disorienting—after all, outer space has very similar qualities. However, I knew I should be seeing stars, so I firmed my resolve to be in space, specifically "outer space," not just unconstructed space. The dream complied, and filling my field of view to the front and right was a sudden glimpse of a great starry disk, fully round as if I was looking at it head on. "Galaxy," I murmured, impressed by how beautiful it was, how awe-inspiring, even if it had been generated entirely by my own mind. But the task required me to observe a sunrise over Earth, so I focused my intention using keywords: "Space. Sunrise."

The beautiful galaxy disappeared, replaced with a vision much less inspiring. From photographs I have the impression that seeing the actual Earth from space is visually stunning, but despite the loveliness of my galaxy, my model of Earth was rather dull and unconvincing. What made it so underwhelming was that I didn't feel like the distances were right: even though I was still floating in "space," I felt like I was only a few feet away from the planet, which resembled a large globe about six feet in diameter. It was dark, because I was looking at the night side, and as I willed the "sunrise" to occur, the light creeping around the edge of the planet illuminated something unexpected: the whole planet seemed fenced in by structures built over and around it, and they were covered with corporate logos! Actually it seemed very appropriate metaphor for the current state of affairs. The structures definitely didn't look like the sorts of things that could exist in space, though, since they consisted of large interlocking beams that crowded and dwarfed the planet itself. As I examined this structure, the "space" in which I was floating stabilized into the interior of a large, dimly lit room, the earth and the structures around it becoming mere models. It resembled the lobby of a planetarium or space museum.

"Space. Sunrise." I said again firmly, trying to restore the scene to the one I had intended. I temporarily succeeded in making the room fade away so that I was again floating in darkness in front of the Earth, but when I tried to re-do the sunrise, the growing light illuminated the walls of the same room that I had just banished, and now the light was almost aggressively bright. This, I figured, was actual light from WL—during my earlier wakings I had noticed that it was a very bright morning, and my curtains can only do so much to keep light out of the bedroom. I managed to ignore the light and hold onto the dream a little bit longer, but I was still wrestling to turn the room's interior back into outer space when I woke up.

It's been a while since I've updated this, mainly because I've been too busy with school and work and life to even try to dream. Pretty much haven't had any interesting dreams anyway. If you're interested in how the Vi situation is going, I had a few semi-lucids a while back where she appeared, and I asked her a few questions. Of course, my recall was horrible, so I don't remember anything other than that.

Anyway, I did manage a decent lucid during a nap yesterday, and just got around to typing it up today. So this entire dream was kind of in and out, mostly since there was a lot of noise in my room, between my roommates playing Minecraft and annoying dormmates barging in and being loud. However, I did lay still through all of it, kept drifting in and out of a dream (usually a different scene each time), and eventually did have a long enough period of actual sleep to get some quick lucid stuff done.

After all the mini DEILDs and stuff, the dream was still pretty unstable, but I found Vi in a mineshaft of some kind. She was pushing a minecart while I walked beside her. I asked her where she's been lately, and she mentioned something about hiding, although she disappeared before I could find out what she was hiding from. I then found myself on this floating island that looked like a planet from Super Mario Galaxy. A long, straight, shallow canal ran down the center of it, and I jumped in to swim. I tried to remember the Tasks of the Month, and for some reason I thought one of them was to drink water through a straw. I was going to drink the canal water, but it was filthy and looked disgusting. I got out and found a water fountain instead, so I drank from that. There wasn't really any refreshing taste or anything, the dream was too unstable for any of that detail.

I finally thought to stabilize a little, and I finally managed to get a little more clarity than my hazy semi-lucidity. I thought if there were any more tasks that I could do. "Of course, how about the one I came up with!" I reached into my pocket and felt around, and managed to pull out a round circle of black fabric about the size of a grapefruit. I threw it on the ground, and it formed a hole. It grew a little bit, but was still too small to fit into. I did stick my foot in, however, and it felt like I was dipping my foot in jello. I then continued to pull out different torn pieces of black fabric out of my pocket, and they each turned into equally shaped holes in the ground. After getting desperate, I stopped, took a deep breath, and reached in my pocket one last time. I felt something like a squishy grape, so I pulled it out. It was a small black sphere that I can’t really describe other than being a blob. I threw it onto the ground, and it grew to a decent sized hole. I jumped head-first into it and actually had no problem getting inside.

I found myself in this back alley, which was covered in snow and ice. I walked down the alley until I reached the back loading dock of this big department store. I passed this guy and started to make small talk.

“Lovely weather we’re having…” I sarcastically remark.
“Speak for yourself, bud. I’m sick of this snow.”
“Well at least it’s supposed to warm up soon.”
“I don’t care. This winter has lasted long enough. I say we end the tyrannical reign of the cold. WE SHOULD BOYCOTT WINTER!”

He continued to shout, which actually drew quite a crowd for his bizarre cause. Meanwhile, I snuck away awkwardly and went into the store before I woke up.

4.13.15

Last night, bed 9pm. Had the night off. Up at 8:15, BT sofa 8:22 to WILD.

DR 2:03

I'm standing in some town. Maybe 2 blocks away, I see some water rising over some tall wall. The wall is maybe 7 stories high, and water is coming over it in waves, violently. I'm not scared. Now I ahve water at my feet.

There is a boat on a nearby canal. We get on it, but when I learn it's going not where I want it to go, I jump off as they are untying it.

Farly good, adventurous feeling from the dream. Danger, but I know I'll be safe.

WILDing at 8:22
Didn't get a single thing. Not a falling asleep sensation, or relaxing, or HH... nothing.

DR
They remodeled our workplace. Now the batroom stall doors are all 2 wings, dark, polished wood with golden door knobs. I walk into the last stall. It's really large. Potty is right next to the wall, no gap. I find it strange, but use it anyway. A guy walks in, and I'm thinking, this is maybe part of the remodel, and doors have no locks.

But now there is a low wall between us, so I can see him, but he can see only my head.

I decide to go and exlpore the building. There are some old looking doors. I open one and peek inside. It's kinda dark inside, like curtains are drawn. But I can still see clearly. It's a storage room full of things. I'm thinking we can look for some things there if we need anything. I expect something supernatural to happen, but it doesn't happen.

I open the other door and room is same darkish, with filtered brown light. Its dusty looking. Again I expect something supernatural, but it doesn't happen.

I'm in a small class room in a dream 2 nights ago. These tiny hot air balloons come into the dream class room and I get excited. I'm shouting to the other young dream students.

"Look! Gifts for everyone"

I run around popping the tiny hot air balloons, that drops payloads from the hot air balloon's baskets on to individual students wooden desks.

I greedily grab my share of gifts. I'm greedily eating nice chocolate that was dangerling under a balloon.

Anyway

I woke from this dream 2 days ago but didn't put it here because I was embarrassed about me gobbling up some gift chocolate. But yesterday I woke from no remembered dreams but ideas.This morning the same thing happened.

So

I, just now, realised that New ideas are coming into Our Dreamviews dream classroom, and some of them will come to me to share. Yippppppppppeeeeeeeee