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Afternoon nap:

There was some dream about trying to decide on colleges. I was walking between them. It was nighttime and also very cold/snowing. Supposedly some of the colleges taught applicants magic and stuff.

I remember running into this fat guy who was trying to sell me soggy waffles out of a big pot.

Okay... you see this is why I'm not really that into dream food...

Bedtime:

Somebody wrote a play involving Me, Manei and Jack. The play was terrible, and all of the characters were mispotrayed. The actor that played Jack was played by this huge hulking brute of a man who would yell all of his lines. The actor that played Manei was this old fat lady wearing a swimsuit, and the actor that played me was a boy who was about 10 years old with a horrible bowl cut and a huge backpack.

The play (It was sort of like a movie actually) was like a typical family drama type thing. My character went to school and he got a bad grade and got bullied. Jack's character went to work where he worked in some kind of cubicle job where his boss would come and yell at him. I can't remember what Manei's character did. I then remember Jack's character yelling at mine for getting a bad grade at school.

Manei and I were actually in the audience and we were complaining about how much our characters sucked.

There was some scene involving going to an old gas station. (The actors drove around in an old red minivan) My character was whining because he wanted to buy a Gatorade. Jack-actor told him to grow a pair and deal with the fact that he was thirsty, while the Manei actor was in the background trying to go into the bathroom but she was too fat and couldn't fit through the door.


Then this character named the mask got added into the play, and she stole the show. She was this girl with long white hair, red eyes, a ninja mask, black hoodie and a beanie hat. She ended up kidnapping my character and taking him offstage in a canvas bag while Manei and Jacks' characters pretended to be distracted.

Stage hands began moving all of the props and stuff off the stage. The mask character walked back on stage carrying a microphone, boombox and a wooden stool and put the stool in the middle of the stage and sat on it. She then admitted that she was actually Dawn. (big surprise ) He took the fake boobs out of his shirt and started doing this stand-up comedy routine. Everyone was cheering him on.

-WBTB-

Something to do with being on the beach. There was a cat with me who kept getting wet by the waves. He/she seemed to actually enjoy it really. I became semi lucid, and since the cat seemed to enjoy getting wet I started waterbending more waves at him/her.

...

There was some other portion of the dream about being on the beach. I remember putting my hand in the water in one of the tide pools and feeling the water. It was really odd because the water was mostly very warm, but there were these little clear ice balls in the water (Hailstones?). I remember picking a few of them out with my hand and feeling them. I tried to melt them with the heat in my hand but they seemed to radiate cold, and I couldn't melt it with my body heat.

Supposedly they were eggs to some kind of fish or bird that lived in the ocean and they absorbed their energy through heat and therefore became very cold and had a layer of ice on the outside.

...

I was out in the mountains on what felt like the same tropical island. It was some kind of tourist destination where you could hike on these concrete stairs and platforms and observe the various plant life and ancient ruins present on the island.

I remember looking down and out at the beach. There were a couple of small popcorn storms out to sea.

I had climbed to the top of the mountain alone (It was a long hike and the air got thin.) The highest platform you could go to was between two spire-like mountains. I was there and I decided I wanted to go back down to ground level really fast. I turned around and ran and jumped down aiming to land on the bottom platform and skip all the stairs.

But the stairs were steep, and My jump carried me farther than I expected, right off the edge of the mountain. I'm not sure if it was the floaty gravity or the falling to my death that did it, but something made me become lucid. (It wasn't a very clear lucidity though, probably due to my lack of practice...)

I started flying straight down, going through a cloud layer to the bottom layer of the island, and then pulled up flying low over the level part of the island. On it were these huge pine-cone shaped temples covered in vines and growth. Some of them had collapsed. I pulled down and did a barrel roll, flying between two of them (one collapsed leaning into the side of one still standing.)

I had made it to the other side of the island. I was pretty close to the spot where I had seen the ice fish eggs in the water. I remember going up very high above the mountains. I saw the dream make a mistake with scale. There was another island out past the one I was hovering above. It was about the same size but only had one palm tree on it, that if accurately scaled to the island I had been on would have been several miles tall.

I decided to ignore it. I flew in low and slow in a river valley of the island. The river was separated into all of these pools that flowed down from one to another in little waterfalls. I then noticed that in the middle of the island there was a volcano. It was rather big, low and flat, with a wide magma pool on top, and occasionally it would explode into a cloud of ash and smoke and lots of little lava bombs would come out and start fires in the jungle.

I flew up above the volcano and decided to stop it from erupting. I thought of Avatar and how Airbenders can make a cold breath to freeze lava/fire. I tried this, but it did not work. I then tried moving my hands and willing the lava to freeze. It started working, from the edges of the crater inward to the middle the lava froze, leaving just a few cracks in the surface where the lava showed through.

Once that was done, I decided to fly somewhere else, but when I started to move, I shot backwards and down into one of the temples. I found myself deep underground in a dungeon/cave. There was a bar or tavern kind of set up down here. It reminded me of the Winking Skeever from Skyrim, but nobody was there.

I got a bad vibe and decided to teleport out. I willed myself to teleport back to the surface. I found myself underneath a tile floor. I broke up and lifted myself out of the floor (Teleportation Mistake I guess...)

I some how wound up back on top of the twin peaks mountain where the concrete platform was, but I was inside a beautiful oriental building where there had simply been a concrete platform. I don't know how I knew I was at that location, Just a feeling the dream gave me.

I went to the door of the building. I knew that when I opened it I would see the steep staircase that I had tried to jump down before. I then realized that the dream was probably going to end up taking me someplace else, someplace less pleasant that the island. I then told myself that I wouldn't care what I saw when I opened the door.

"I don't care what's on the other side of the door, I'll enjoy it."

I woke up

"...and you found the one exception..."

I woke up early in the morning and realized I was sleeping outside my old room. The guy Dig from arrow was in my garden and he pretended to have a leg injury to lure someone else that might have been my dad to outside to help with the fake injury. Outside he was standing by a bin and when my dad was there he wrote something on the bin. I went back inside to my bed and noticed my step brother was on my computer and had made his own windows account. I tapped on the window and was rally angry. My dad was shouting at him about something outside but him and his mom were just inside laughing at my dad. Later the maid arrived but there were hundreds of copies of her. I went to the window and shouted at my step brother for being on my computer and said I was going to put a lock on it. My dad said I must have a lot of protein and milk to do well during the exams.

I recall going out of a car, and entering my house. I went to the living room, and took my wallet out of a pocket. I counted money. My wallet was full of coins, and when I finally finished counting them, I went outside and gave them to my sister.

Finally, a proper FM night again, could have dreamed more but noise at home stopped it

Mental journaling all night long. Spent a long time (30-60 minutes?) in morning reviewing earlier dreams before final BTS and last two dreams.

+(f) FA: woke in shock to my wife scratching lightly the back of my shoulder with the back of her fingernail and sort of giggling, very out of character for her must have been a FA

+ summary: black girl, 3 men in neighborhood (titan-like?)
I'm outdoors (climbing over roofs), thinking about girls with afros, wonder what it would be like to be with one. I see 3 fairly tall scary looking guys approaching, they're walking in a straight line, they have tall hairdos, (one?) is faintly smiling, I sense they are menacing, they're walking through people's gardens, this is in my childhood neighborhood. I think about following them, but I don't want to be seen, one of them does see me.

+ summary: airport, bag, pilots work 30 hours in a row, bathroom with drinks in cooler (search for and find root-beer, see a more classic can but it's red cream soda and I want root beer)
I'm in an airport on a trip, I'm thinking about how the pilots who fly the 15-hour flight have to turn around and fly right back, that means they must work 30 hours in a row, but they probably get to use the auto-pilot and catch a nap. I have my bag, then there's an airport employee walking around returning people's bags to them, but my bag is there, and I realize I must have left it somewhere, I go into the (bathroom?) looking for it.
In the bathroom there is a large cooler full of cans of sodas. I'm digging through this and find some A&W root beer, I take the can out and intend to take it with me. I keep looking then I see a really large can with of some high-end, natural soda and think it's a better root beer, but I look at the can more and see that it's a red cream soda, and I put it back since I want root beer. I open the root beer and drink it while walking around.

+ reunion with high school friends: (DD?), N., CB, BD, CB's brother AB, shake everyone's hand, really glad to see BD since I haven't seen him since the end of high school, realize that this is true of N. as well but I didn't tell him this maybe he feels bad about that. This takes place in a restaurant (or a wine bar? DD has a glass of wine?)

+ Playing checkersy-chess with MR. The pieces look like checkers but I think they're pawns. The colors are red and black. I'm looking at the several pawn captures that are available and evaluating which ones will lead to a better position for me. I make one and MR responds by making this move by flicking a large checker (red?) with the number "30" written in the middle down to one of my pieces. I say "Hey, don't move like that I can't see what the pieces were before and after". Nearby on a trail, the (orange?) (animal? deer?) on the path reaches the end, you can touch it to cause things (the dream?) to end

+(f) outdoors with cousins: GL is a photographer, taking slide shots of athletes, I wonder about color correction and she says that it's all done in photoshop anyway

+ vacuum: outside the (concert?) hall, white stone sculpted benches, powerful vertical vacuum with multiple hose ports on the side, I detach the main body from the base and takes several tries to reattach it, go to next room and work on cleaning assigned area, the attachment is not right for the floor (it's a couch attachment), it's too small, lots of cards and flyers get sucked into vacuum and I try to pick them out, I work on a spot on the carpet for a few seconds.

+ cousins: I say my son S1 is studying the same profession as PR, PR is there and I think about asking how is his job at S? I walk towards the entrance to the room and I suddenly see KD appear in in slinky black leather outfit, she's wearing a lot of make-up, she looks really hot, I'm a bit shocked when I see her suddenly. I turn back into the room and say I'm looking for some pie to give to KD, but I don't think there's any pie left, and I make a joke saying "I think there's only one type of pie in this room!" (referring to female *ahem*), and only KD gets the joke and chuckles. I find a plate of cheesecake with a few slices left on it, it's white with some cherry-red topping, and I give it to KD along with some small plates of (blueberries?). I notice that KD has changed her outfit to a normal one and removed her makeup all in a matter of seconds while I was getting the pie. KD's daughter comes to her sleepy from bed, I think I should go so they can interact, KD tells her daughter not to eat all her food.

+ with a group of people (on street outside childhood home?) I'm lying down across the front seat(s) of a car, head on the driver's side. An (Asian) indian woman comes in and climbs on top of me to lie down, my waist bag is in the way, and I reach up with my left hand and pull it to the side, then she fits perfectly lying right on top of me with her head on my chest. She starts purring, her whole body is warm and vibrating, it's quite cozy, I put my arms around her in a friendly way. Her man comes up and says "Heeeeyyy! What's going on!?" I lift up my arms into the air [DANGIT! Saw my hands! I've been trying to make that a PM trigger] to show I'm not groping her -- it's a comforting scenario, not an erotic one. But the man hangs around to watch and make sure. I don't want her to get off because the purring thing feel really amazing.

late morning drifting BTS:

+ guests coming for dinner, the table is prepared, sliced grapefruit, they arrive, can only stay a minute, I go to the door and say come and eat, the guests can't stay long they say "5 minutes max", I hear in the dining room that a guest sees a picture of a famous person and talks about how he's his favorite, back in the dining room is my language class, we're preparing a special ethnic birthday party for IM, IM comes in and we quickly close the box of special chocolates so that it won't spoil the surprise.

+ climbing up a hill made of blankets and sheets, I seek foot holds, a girl is with me, I tell her to be careful, there are slippery parts, we're on the very right edge of the hill. Another family (man an woman) is to our left climbing up a more difficult part, we reach the top and look down to the floor below, about 10-12 feet below us, I say "this is the area with a (gravity anomaly?) that we don't understand," I know this is an area of power, my wife is in the next room waiting to consult the couple on some mystical matter, they ask my wife to divine the problem with the man's tooth and I think that's a bad idea because my wife knows nothing about dentistry, [waking world noise wakes me]

Morning of May 12, 2015. Tuesday.



I had a very peaceful and enjoyable long dream considering the recent NBN fiasco just outside our window where there was also a long loud argument later today between a young female and a lineman about why the telephones were not back on after a day.

In my dream, I am in Tel Aviv, Israel with my wife and several people I knew more about in my school days, ready to become involved in a long music concert as the main performer (and I switch instruments at times). Some first members of the audience (mostly female in traditional Persian dress for some reason) stand on a mezzanine viewing us getting together on the first floor stage (though there are eventually more people on the first floor prior to the concert beginning). This makes me slightly wary at first, though I feel very assertive and confident throughout the rest of my dream even though things seem weird on a secondary level at times (like a wavering dream within a dream that is somewhat like having two or more dreams at the same time; fairly rare, but experienced enough to know the phenomenon in a familiar sense).

My dream concert follows the general pattern of a recurring song set which varies in some versions of the scenario. Before we start, I notice two (unfamiliar) dark-haired girls, seated on the floor and leaning against the wall, who seem to be faithful fans of my group, though the group does not even seem to have a name (at least not one I can remember in this case). Oddly, one of the girls is wearing sunglasses, which takes me a moment to perceive as such - because the sunglasses have painted-on human eyes, a bit larger than normal, so that her appearance is somewhat eerie. The other girl is missing her left eye, which instead, is a mostly featureless area with barely discernible wrinkles. I do not comment on either oddity. There is also a light-haired girl who seems a bit too pale and I ask her where she is from. She comments that she does not actually live in Israel but that her family is on a vacation.

I notice a male seated at a picnic table and facing me (though talking to others on his right about technical details of our upcoming show) at the second picnic table back on the opposite side from me. He is seemingly a member of my music group and I contemplate whether or not he is Orlando Jones (the actor from “Sleepy Hollow”; the television series) or my friend from middle school days who is now a well-known singer in Germany in real life. I conclude that he is my old friend Roosevelt and it is very good to see him here.

When we are ready, we seem to go into ad-lib or practice modes now and then, making the songs quite a bit longer and more interesting, with many dynamics that are not in the original recordings. These new versions of the songs (via my imagination) have gradually built up over the years, becoming more and more theatrical and intriguing in their fullness. At one point, an unknown older male with a harmonica infuses some additional nice-sounding impromptu bars. In the offset (dream within a dream) there is the focus on at least two members playing cereal boxes like guitars, held at an angle. Guitar-like music can still be heard in this case.

The first song performed is “Speak to the Sky” (originally done by Rick Springfield), which typically starts out with me playing the opening on a banjo and soon joined in crescendo (in the next verse) by drums, keyboards, and other vocalists (doing occasional intense harmonics that repeat part of a phrase I sing now and then, such as “I am blind” just after my phrasing, or fuller phrases such as “seems awful hard to find” at the same time as my phrasing). The audio of my voice seems amazingly well-rendered in my dream but does not sound like my real voice and also has an unidentifiable accent (almost like a composite of French and Romanian) - and there are also a few unusual “glitches” here and there (typical of dreams). However, in this particular dream, instead of a banjo, it seems I am actually playing the opening on a ukelele with somewhat of an odd muted sound at one point (though there are a few “resets” and offset “dream within a dream” sections). (“Doesn’t always rhyme” is usually done with more of a longer pentuplet feel, requiring a brief change in the otherwise 4/4 timing.)

The second song we perform is “Dear Prudence” (originally a Beatles song), where I start out playing something that sounds a bit like the style of Jeff Lang (the best slide guitarist I have ever heard) but then I quickly switch to an electric bass by grabbing it from the person on my left when the song changes from the sustained beginning bass notes to the intimate, almost overwhelming bass riff (possibly one of the best bass lines I have ever heard, the second being from Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff”).

After the first two songs (and in one “reset” there are also unusual-sounding horn sections - almost cinematic in style), my dream begins to decay into unusual “resets” and repeating patterns and becoming somewhat abstract, but remains a very positive dream experience until I wake.

This morning i got up and could tell it was a false awakening. I pinched my nose and breathed despite the closed nasal passages to confirm what i knew and afterwards i cant seem to recall much of anything. I likely just fell asleep in the dream because i wasn't all that excited.

I was lazing on the couch yesterday when I felt my awareness slip into the dream state. Often i dont do much but observe my dreaming state of mind and practice my ability to wake up on demand.

I kept going back and forth between waking up, having false awakenings and re-entering the lucid dream until i got bored and decided to loose my awareness and sleep. I even managed to dream that my dad came home early...odd.

I found myself in a dream, i was able to tell due to the unique feel my awareness gets when i am in a dream. I got off of the couch and decided to fly through the ceiling. For the first time I managed to phase through without any problems and tried to fly around in order to find Satanick, my favorite Mogeko game character.

I looked for him, but i couldnt really find him. I had trouble steering myself while i flew around, im beginning to think that i should flap my arms like a bird to have better control than just using telekinetic flying. As i flew around the area outside of my house was of course not the neighborhood i live in in waking like. Instead it was a bunch of random houses and a cartoonish landscape. I know from experience that a character who looks like master Roshi from Dragonball lives near by.

Soon after i began to wake up and re-enter the dream repeatedly and decerning false awakenings.

I was in a hospital bed with a very big belly somehow then i realised that i was pregnant(i am a guy!)then a doctor came to me and touched my belly, i felt afraid because i realised that i was going to give birth to my child and also going to hurt a lot. Suddenly the doctor pushed my belly and a baby appeared in front of my legs(i dont know how)without any pain.The baby immediately started to repeat some of my words like a parrot.That was the first time that i thought that something was going wrong there and i asked my self how can a newborn child talk. After a few moments i woke up.

Had some sleeping and recall problems.

Morning of May 11, 2015. Monday.



I seem to be in a cold region in a mostly featureless building with little or no furniture. There are more children than adults and it illogically seems to be near either Antarctica or the Arctic region, though that is not certain. Most people seem seated and leaning against a grayish inner wall. The setting remains mostly semi-dark. There seems to be a concern for an unknown length of time about having warmer clothes or more food just to survive from day to day, though the setting does not really seem apocalyptic.

A man who reminds me of Nixon makes a brief (at first) appearance. However, the face is not very realistic, even being somewhat plastic-like, like a mask, and quite pale. It is not a mask though; it is just a “frozen grin” over a somewhat grotesque, almost sadistic visage. At one point, the man lifts his arms up as Nixon used to do but for no particular reason, it seems, though he seems to automatically do it when approached or addressed.

The “Nixon” man seems to be the main authority around the warehouse-like refuge. There is a small plant nursery but not nearly enough to feed the residents. At one point, a ship arrives, requiring certain males to go out and chop away at the ice until the ship gets through in a rather time-wasting zigzagging route. There are mostly only sheep aboard the ship (probably some sort of word play going on here).

The Nixon man goes close to some of the sheep and holds their “chin” to look into their eyes. He tells the captain of the ship to take them all back and I see a rather odd cartoon balloon fading in and out that shows sketchy sheep drawings - they are sitting in chairs and playing cards. “Send back the sheep,” says Nixon, “so that they may fulfill their dreams of white houses and picket fences” (“white house” likely a play on “White House” and “picket” related to picketing/protesting). I see a one-panel cartoon of a sheep mowing the lawn in “Far Side” style (possible reference to sheep shearing - not sure if it came from an actual cartoon image I once saw - I know there were a lot of “sheep as humans” gags).

I am aware that all of the adults and children will die, but there is a strange focus on whether or not it will be by starvation or lack of warm clothes. I also have a brief thought that they may be the last humans on Earth, even though, again, it somehow does not seem apocalyptic (at least not a major event).

Similar to another recent dream, I only see a head floating near my dream’s final segment. In this case, Nixon’s entire body and much of the head vanishes, leaving a Guy Fawkes mask that moves side to side in a corner of an empty room (in midair at head height) as if to say “no” (although I do not get the impression it is saying “no”; just a result of some sort of momentum with no intelligence of any kind being present). I am trying to “remember” if the whole Earth is frozen.



There is a sustained hypnopompic focus on the misuse of the word “carnivore” to describe non-vegetarians or to describe anyone that eats meat at all. (I do not eat much cooked red meat and do not care much for steak - did not eat hardly any steak prior to around age nineteen. Also, lamb meat makes me immediately ill due to its horrid greasiness and I cannot understand how people can eat it unless in a survival situation.) The ridiculous misuse of the word “carnivore” (in the uneducated colloquial sense; in the same light as calling a turtle a “gopher” or a skunk a “polecat” as they do mainly in the south in America) makes me realize how critical thinking skills are completely lacking in some people just to serve a fringe agenda and to continuously belittle or troll others. A vegetarian does not usually eat meat (and I have nothing against vegetarians), so a carnivore would technically not ever eat vegetables or in fact, anything but fresh uncooked meat. Reason does not dawn on such people, though, even in diverse situational examples related to survival scenarios and it is quite unfortunate. This is something that sometimes goes through my mind, this time influenced by a few things I recently saw on the media related to the supposed torture of all sheep by all shearers (notice I said “all”) when sheared, which was rightfully discredited and debunked by the news staff (though certainly not to imply that the media is always honest or that all shearers are competent).

Ironically, sheep are used as an argument for sentient beings and their (animal) rights while some of the same mentalities call people “sheep” in a very negative context; hypocrisy at its finest. I pointed this out back in 1991 to penfriends from California and it actually dawned on them that my commentary was correct and that the realization caused them to feel a bit strange and less “militant” and “anti-human” in their views.

I wake up and find a roach running around on top of my blanket. I tried to catch it with my hands but it was too evasive for me. I eventually got off from the bed and turn on the lights. I then track the roach with my eyes in till he had went under the blanket again. It was difficult to see again, that's when I realize the lights had went out again. I turn them on again but quickly they turn off. I could now see the light in the bathroom was on, could be my father I thought.

Though that didn't make much sense, that's when I look at my hands to see my fingers were bend over and crooked. I became lucid and said I was in waking life a couple of minutes ago. When did I go unconscious? I enter the living room to the kitchen. Not too long I notice how short I was compare to the usual objects inside the kitchen. I must've been the size of a rat.

I still had hands despite the height and had no trouble opening the now large back door. It was night but didn't appear to look like a sky at all. I could see a lot of dark voids roaming around the area. There's a lot now I said to myself, barely any room for dream activity. I manage to get to one of the dream scenes by running up the usual hill I take. Running on the grass with my feet felt like running on a mouse pad.

I also confirm that I usually don't have shoes on when lucid. I saw a few houses boarding near the voids. I made my way pass a backyard and over to a road. I could see a garage door wide open with a light beaming down from above. That's when I notice someone had been standing behind me. It look like a doll of some human, they appear as if they couldn't move. That is when I wake up and attempted to write down my experience. But it was very difficult to do so. I then wake up again. Lucidity Time: 4 minutes

I was at university sitting in a lecture. The lecturer was talking about some arbitrary thing. I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be in that class. I'm sure that at one stage I was sitting alone but then later I was sitting next to my friend. The lecturer cut the lecture really short and we all rushed out the venue. I looked for my friend but she was long gone and then I remembered she said goodbye. I went to some other people outside and I saw a bit from my school who was a few years younger than me. I said hello to him but he didn't respond. I noticed that it was starting to rain and I saw the time was 3:40. I told everyone I wanted to go home before the traffic rush and the storm. I walked all the way to the other side of the university and realized my car wasn't there. I ran back tithe other side when I realized I left y laptop back in the lecture hall. I got my laptop and went towards the other parking lot. It was already dark. Just before I went out the door by the parking I was pushed by some random guy. I went out the door and pushed the door closed as he was coming through. He was pissed off so I told him to hit me. I wanted to provoke a fight with him. Eventually he did hit me and we ended up on the rugby field at my old school we had a big fight there and I beat him up. A coach saw us fighting and ran towards us but I just picked the kid up and threw him into the stands.

I was at a party with my friends. I had made friends with some girl as well and we were talking on the phone. My friends were talking about movies and as a joke I was pretending to spoil them. My other friend messaged is in a group saying there was a new item set in dota2. I wanted to test the girl I was talking to but my friends were nosy so I held my phone away from them.

The first part of this dream was vague but I was at university. We were playing some sort of game where we had to collect dragon ball type things to strengthen us against out opponents. We had 2 dragon balls. I did what I had to in order to get us another dragon ball. That dragon ball I got was really dim and didn't have the stars to indicate what number it was. The people in front of us who we were going to fight had 3 full dragon balls. I can't remember what but I was told to do something to make the balls more clear. I think I had to take a shot of something. Finally the 3rd ball was clear but our opponents had 5 already.

I was in a parking lot at a mall. I was about to reverse into the parking when the car in the adjacent parking moved into it. Eventually I was parked in by many other cars who were also going for that parking. It took ages before we could even get out of the parking lot. My mom and my gran came to see what happened in the parking lot and they were saying something about the people who changed parings. I was really angry an I was shouting at the people behind me calling them idiots. Later I was with my mom who said she hadn't had whiskey in ages. I told her that's nothing special since she never drinks anyway. She told me she has a brandy every now and then so I just laughed with her.

In the first dream when I looked at the time it was 3:40. Later when I looked it was 3:10.

I let my mind to freely associate concentrated on being here and now... and I let body fall to sleep.
After some 5 minutes I appeared to be flying above moonlit rocky landscape. There wasn't animal life nor plants. Only rocks... and then also many mountain lakes. The moon was shining so bright that it looked like at cloudy day. Only difference was, that the light appeared to be silvery in color. I let myself to be slowly carried over country... and then I was flying above lake... It was so clean, I saw every rock in the water... it was maybe 100m deep but I saw bottom of lake clearly. I was fascinated and slowly steered to fly above lake... The moon was mirroring on the surface of lake. I felt peace... everything looked peaceful, pure, nice. I changed the course of my flight to next lake. That one was deep, very deep. It looked like kilometers deep. Then I again changed course and flew directly into that pond. Crossing the surface of water it felt like I broke through some resistance, but nothing strong. And I flew in the water into the deep. Deep down...
I didn't manage to reach bottom, since my wife interrupted my trip and woke me up by movement in her sleep.

It's been exactly 30 days since my first entry! But today's not any different. Didn't MILD and hardly any recall. In fact, I can hardly remember anything. Only around the location I was in but really nothing else. I need to do better tonight!

Large place

I was in this large hallway in a school. There was lots of people with me and we were going through. I also recall being in a classroom.