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Alright so this was one of the few times I actually felt pain in a dream (with another time being when I was trying to get myself to lucidly touch fire and I couldn't manage it because it was too uncomfortable). A lot of the dream was pretty much gibberish (which has unfortunately been the norm lately), but a small piece of it made sense.

Basically I had to handle lava for some reason, and I managed to splash some on the black tights of my right knee (p sure I was only wearing tights on that leg). It didn't feel hot at all, so I was sort of thinking that it was alright, or that the lava wasn't actually a danger. Later, however, when I saw my knee without tights, there was a spot a bit larger than a quarter where my skin was peeling off in layers. This was my idea of a third degree burn: the more layers of skin detach, the worse it is.

The pain came when I pulled at this piece of skin, which was still attached at one edge: sharp and nauseating, unpleasantly realistic, so that I decided instead to tape it down with a bandaid and allow it to heal. It's unusual for my dreams to pay so much attention to my body's well-being, featuring pain as a preventive measure from me damaging myself further, and even the beginning of a gradual healing process.

Bed @ 2145
Woke @ 0215; BTB @ 0230, couldn't sleep; BTB @ 0520
Woke @ 0640

Going to a wedding
I'm at Bob W's house. I pull up YNAB on my phone to check something, and he sees it and asks me about it, appreciating that I'm taking good steps to take care of my finances. Now we're getting ready to leave to go to a wedding, and I'm still in my grubby clothes. I'm not sure where my good clothes are, but I think they're waiting for me where the wedding is being held. Now I'm in the house by myself; I know that everyone else has already loaded up in Bob's van and they're waiting for me. I have a moment of doubt about whether we'll all fit, but I assume he knows what he's doing and that we'll be fine.

Now I'm sitting by myself in a vehicle. I look around and realize I'm not in a minivan. I get out and see that I was in a large station wagon. I walk out of their garage onto their driveway, and I see a huge double-decker tour bus, and I know they're waiting for me. I get on board. To my left, a narrow stairway goes up to the upper deck. Another passage leads off to my right to the driver, and I can only see one chair - a nice big padded one - in front of me. Now we're driving down his driveway, and the driver makes some comment about having shifted too many gears too soon, and that he can't shift back, so it'll be a tough merge into traffic on the main road.

Now we've arrived and are in the room where the wedding will be held. It's a small room with lots of dark wood; very attractive, but I'm concerned that there are only three chairs plus a lectern. I look around the room again and realize that it's actually a hallway; there are many closed doors going this way and that. A woman - the wedding organizer - says that a couple more chairs are on their way, but I know that's just not enough - it won't even be enough for our small party, let alone for all the other guests. Looking through a window, I notice that one of the doors leads out onto a balcony.

Now I'm standing on the balcony with Blake, looking down at a steep beach. A huge wave crashes over the beach, going way up the sand, eventually cresting the top and going down the far side. I can see a large bag get washed over, and I know that there's a path down there - though I can't see it - that's about to get washed over.

Tasks of the Month
I'm in a house, and I realize that I'm dreaming. I start to move slowly and carefully, then I remember that I always do that in my lucids and force myself to walk normally while making it a priority to remember that I'm dreaming. I try to remember what my goals are and remember that the first TOTM is to find a missed present. I try to visualize what a Christmas tree with a single present under it would look like, then turn around, expecting to find it. Instead, I find a whole bunch of small, sparse, undecorated trees. I don't see any presents, but I walk over and look under them. I see something small near the wall, so I crawl under the trees to get it. It's a huge pouch of Fruit by the Foot. I tear it open, curious as to what I'll find inside, and I'm almost surprised that it actually has Fruit by the Foot in it. I pull the roll out and see that it's not well rolled, and it's somehow really gooey. I unroll a bit and try a bite. Because it's so gooey, I end up getting a bit of the paper in my mouth, but I decide that, since I'm dreaming, the paper won't be a problem, and I can't even feel it. It tastes just like the real thing. I get some on my fingers, and I have trouble getting it off.

Now that I've completed the first task, I try to recall another one, and I remember the pencil task. I start to form an image of a table with a piece of paper and a pencil; then I notice that there's already a table in front of me, covered with arts supplies, with someone sitting at while drawing. I'm already fixated on the idea of summoning a table and completely ignore the one in front of me. Once I have the image in my mind, I turn around to find a table exactly as I'd pictured it. Walking up to it, I mentally command the pencil to draw something. It rises to a 45 degree angle and starts to scribble all over the paper. Some areas are densely colored in with jagged strokes, and other areas have wide, flowing curves. Oddly, the pencil is drawing in blue. The paper was already half-covered in some kind of picture, and the existing design is quickly hidden by the scribbles.

Now that I've completed both tasks, I try to think of something else to do, and I decide to summon Jadzia Dax (I have absolutely no idea where this idea came from - I haven't watched DS9 in years). I think of what she looks like and turn around, but no one is there. I start wandering the house looking for her. I see a couple of people and ignore them, then finally find someone who kind of looks like her, even if she is wearing a dress. As soon as I start walking towards her, she changes into a grizzled man with a buzz cut. I try to change him back, but it doesn't work, and the dream fades.

BTB @ 0650.
Woke @ 0810

Foiled flying
I'm in a house looking at a post from Heather. A picture shows two of her boys playing with a strange toy: one of them is holding something in his mouth, and the other is pulling on a long elasticated cable attached to the mouthpiece. I can't imagine what this thing is supposed to do and how they can play with it without one of them getting hurt; either the one with the mouthpiece gets a face full of elastic or the other one ends up with a hard mouthpiece flying at him. The caption of the picture says something about home-made gifts often being the best ones.

Now I'm working on Poppy's table with Bob H. The table has been pulled apart in the middle, and he's trying to put the leaves (3 of them, each 6 inches wide) back in. He's having trouble, trying to put them in the wrong way, and I really want to tell him that I'll take care of it, but I don't so I don't offend him. Eventually he puts an extension in the tip of the table (since when has this table had extensions?). I try to look at it without being obvious to see if the grain of the wood matches - I don't think he got it right. Thankfully, he announces that he needs to leave and asks me to finish up and then put the table away somewhere safe (it's currently off to the side of the living room just to get it out of the way).

Now he's gone, and I realize I'm dreaming. Vividness is poor but not bad. I rub my hands, but it doesn't really do much. Nearby, I see my dog and cat lying down in front of the fireplace, and the dog is licking the cat. I praise him for being a good dog, walk over, and pet the cat. Her fur is warm and soft, and the dream grows more vivid. I try to focus on more of my senses to see what else I can pick up. I can't smell anything, and there's nothing to taste, but I can hear her purr. I stand up and decide that this time I'm going to practice flying.

I walk down a hallway and turn left towards the front door. I open it and pass through and am disappointed to find myself in the garage. I decide there's no need to wait until I'm outside to fly and jump into the air then zoom towards the open garage door. Unfortunately, there's chain-link fence covering the doorway. I steel myself to pass through it, knowing that I've flown through things before; but as I'm about to hit, I have a moment of doubt, and I get caught my it. I manage to force myself through, but I'm disappointed to find myself in another indoor area. I scold myself for failing to properly imagine what I should find. Looking around, I see that there's a section of the ceiling that seems to be open, and I fly towards it. As I get closer, I see that it's also covered by chain-link, but at least I can see sky beyond it. Once again, I get caught by the fence, and I end up waking up.

Soooo, This one is kinda weird. I was in a skate park doing bmx tricks(I can't do that shit in real life), So i go to the back and then shit starts to get violent. I shot an innocent woman before i had to shoot 5 others with guns. I was using an M16-A4 rifle, Semiautomatic. So the shootout only lasted about 3 minutes because in real life....I know all about this weapon. So, we get away and we are driving away pretty fast but, I feel nothing as i disassemble my rifle and store it away. I notice that its kind of dark but then, there is a bright ray of sunshine just blaring through the clouds. I say to the driver...."I just killed 6 people", and he says, "Yea you did you fucking savage". Then I woke up thinking, Im not that savage lol....Just a Musician.

Had two lucid dreams this morning. I recognized I was dreaming in one where I was driving. Another I was in my neighborhood trying to summon a dream character. No dice. Gosh, I need somehow to master dream control.

I was in the back of a house at a party, with lots of kids at it. The house had a big wooden bit at the back so we were undercover from the elements. I threw a peach up high into the sky and it came down splat on someone.

I really need to get back into writing my dreams when I wake up in the night.

I'm talking to the thing which is possessing/has become a part of a friend of mine. It's attempting to be threatening, and I'm attempting to stall. We're talking about why it would bother possessing someone at all.

Although I don't say this out loud, I'm thinking that for me the appeal is what I think of as different flavors, the experience of different personalities/perspectives, when from the outside they pretty much all seem alike. And I'm also thinking that travel is the more obvious reason, the one that it would expect me to guess without having any personal experience with possession; and I think that sure, visiting Hawaii and seeing some pretty scenery is always appealing, but then there's the way humans will get up close to an active volcano, which is the really interesting part - meaning their thought process, not the volcano or even the danger itself.

But the thing possessing my friend says that what it likes is the conversation; that we've been talking now for two minutes without pause, and it's enjoying the novelty. I don't get the appeal, but whatever works for you.

There was a lady explain that magic wasn't bad in it self. It depends on the type of magic you are practicing.

I had a dream I was back in my nest in the mountains watching my eaglet hatch and saw it up close. I also had several dreams of headlines and news saying it hatched at 9:40 in the morning 12/29/16. It was a beautiful dream but I know why I had this dream. I saw this on the news yesterday http://www.dickpritchettrealestate.com/eagle-feed.html (Southwest Florida Cam) and it reminded me so much of my dream I had on 12/17/16 and Harriet also has two eggs in her nest. Her eggs should be hatching soon. You have to see what I saw! It is a little better to actually be the eagle though much more intense.
This story is pretty interesting because the eagle Harriet has been at this nest for years with her partner Ozzie but then along came another eagle who fought Ozzie and hurt him so bad he had to go to rehab and when he was set free the other eagle eventually killed him. Then Harriet courted a few eagles until she met this partner who has been there since last year when they mated for the first time.

11.20.13

Can't remember how lucid comes. A place near home. I see a man, he is bright pure white, and hovering over the ground in а horizontal position face to ground. I came closer, know from him that he Krilatiy, and I thought he is the same name user from forum (Russian lucid dreams forum). Krilatiy (Крылатый) means Winged on Russian. He looks like angel, fully bright white with classic angel wings and white robe. We talked for nearly all time, I remember the main probably.
First he told something about the dark demonic essences. I said that against them the cross protects very well. I show him my cross on neck, and told how I recently banish some essence and demons in astral. Krilatiy said that is nice.
We moved by flying over the ground. Flew smoothly and relaxed up to my house. I'm not hurry and calmly watched around. Drew attention to awareness, it is high almost like in reality. I view space and felt especially ghostly. And I myself was very ghostly.
At one moment Krilatiy become invisible, but continued to talk with me. I looked at the empty air, and knew that he is here. Again he became visible, and I ask him how I look? he said that I also look like angel.
We came to the house. I saw in the sky fighter jet, he flew very high. I say, let's teleport into the cockpit and fly in it, Krilatiy agreed. I looked at the plane and wanted to be in it, expressed a wish with voice, imagining that I'm in it, closed-open eyes, etc. Krilatiy doing the same thing as me, but we could not, and the jet was out of sight. Then I heard a loud explosions, looked to the direction from the sound came, and saw bright light flashes. Krilatiy entered the house, I did the same. Woke up some time later.

I become lucid. I decide to attempt to create a persistent world. I shut my eyes and attempt to 'move out' of my dreamworld. I fail. Thunder crackles. I open my eyes and I see an ancient woman yell at me. I am terrified. She has dull purple eyes. I recognize her as t~Dreamer~ My fear disappears. I attempt to wake and go through a near infinite sequence of lucid FAs.