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Ritual: Went to bed around 2am. Woke at 5:45 and fed the cat. Returned to bed and set vibrating alarm, attached to wrist. Interval was 30 minutes, set at 5:55am. Last time I used this device I completely slept through several vibration cycles (it was at the lowest setting), so I turned the intensity up slightly. The first time it went off I remembered to lay still, but could feel that I had already lost dreamstate. The second time it went off, my mind felt fully awake but I felt like I might still be integrated with my dream body. I tested movement cautiously and sure enough, I could swing my arms freely, unconstrained by the covers that I knew lay over them in WL. There were still a few moments when I couldn't quite be sure if I was engaging dream muscles or real ones, so in order to avoid sending the wrong signals, I started spinning and sliding my whole body until I felt like I was lying the wrong way in the bed. I didn't feel like I could safely engage my legs yet, so remaining on my back (though in WL I was sleeping on my left side), I slid across the bed and off the other side until I dropped gently to the floor. The cat was lying on me in WL (confirmed when I woke up afterward) and the sensation of warmth and weight bled through into the dreamstate, so it felt very odd and amusing to have this remain constant even while my self-perception of where I was in relation to the room and the bed was changing. I took care to note this WL sensation cautiously and with a certain mental distance, lest it startle me awake. The sensation faded naturally as I now "stood up" and walked through the house.

EILD: I walk straight into the living room, which was dark, and stop to figure out what I should do. Although I have been trying to remember a few personal tasks, somehow it is easier to recall the TOTYs, so I figure I'll attempt another of those to start with. Most of them seem better suited to the outdoors, so I exit the kitchen patio door.

My initial thought is to look for a circle of fairy mushrooms. My cement back patio is unusually life-like this time, so I cross it until I reach the fence that borders the property. In WL this is a low wall of beige-painted cinderblocks; in the dream it is a chain-link fence several feet taller than I am. With the lightness and agility of my dream body, I easily climb over it and drop down. In WL the ground slopes steeply downward here; for some reason in dreams, it is typically a steep hill going up.

I start looking for fairy mushrooms among the trees, but notice a large area where the soil looks loose and disturbed, as if recently planted with the flowers that cover the expanse at regular intervals. The blossoms are very simple in structure, a small disk encircled by six delicate purple petals. I realize that I am unlikely to find a fairy circle in ground so recently landscaped, so I decide to pursue the gnome task instead. There are trees all around, but most look young, their trunks only a few inches in diameter. I look around for the biggest tree I can find, and approach one that is over two feet in diameter, conjoined with two similarly-sized trunks to make a row of three. I can't tell if they are three trunks from the same tree, or multiple trees that grew up in close proximity.

The earth is still bare and loose here, recently tilled, so it is easy to dig my arms in and start casting it aside. I alternately cast the soil I'm displacing to the left and right and back between my legs. It is much easier to dig than it would be in WL, but it is still too slow and tedious to form a hole of the depth and dimensions I need, so I decide that I need a new strategy. If there are tunnels down there, there shouldn't be any need to displace the soil outside the hole—I should be able to drill straight through. I leave my hands in the earth and focus on pushing the soil inward. As a hole begins to form, I step in and will it to widen, so that I won't feel claustrophobic. When it is a few inches wider than my shoulders on either side, I take the plunge, willing the earth beneath my feet to drop into the tunnels and carry me along with it.

I find myself in a network of spacious square hallways, about seven feet tall and wide. They are dimly lit by what seems to be electric light, though I don't investigate the source. There is nothing natural or even rustic about these tunnels—they might easily be the basement corridors of some ordinary building. I look around for evidence that they are the gnome tunnels that I am seeking, and find that the most distinctive thing about the space is the graffiti scrawled here and there on the walls. It is not high-end arty spray-painted graffiti, just ordinary lettering written in what looks like thick black marker. I step closer to one example and find it at once legible and unexpectedly funny: "Hobbits are HUGE!" It does sound like the sort of thing a gnome might write, so it gives me confidence that I've landed in the right place after all.

I continue down the corridor, looking for more memorable examples of graffiti. The next piece that catches my attention says "SpiritLA." Something about the way it is written makes me think that this is a Los Angeles-based sports team that the gnomes apparently favor. A few steps further on, and I finally encounter the gnomes themselves, about six of them congregating in a junction where several corridors meet. There is also a sort of wire gate that appears to lead into a larger open space, though it is too dark to discern any details. Despite what the graffiti said about hobbits, these figures are pretty huge themselves, coming up almost to my shoulder, so I peer closely at their faces for evidence that they are in fact the gnomes that I seek. I am reassured by their features, which have distinctively rounded, gnomish features.

"Hello," I say, curious how they will respond to my intrusion. "Hello!" they reply cheerfully, completely at ease. I have been voicing my observations (like the examples of graffiti) aloud in order to assist my recall later, so as I take note of the appearance of the gnomes nearest me, I make a vocal shorthand description of their characteristics.

"Blonde, bangs, white dojo," I comment about the first gnome to approach me. She is a female wearing a gi (the garment used in karate practice), and though I know perfectly well what a gi is called in waking life, dream logic substitutes "dojo" instead. Her hair is long and straight, of a golden blonde color. Her gi is bound with a plain white belt. She smiles amiably.

Another female gnome is standing to my right, so I note her appearance in turn, remembering that the task specifies interacting with two of them. "Pink padded blouse and white skirt, knee-length" I say, but even at the time I realize "padded" might not be the right word. "Quilted" would probably be more accurate, since it looks like there is only a very thin layer of batting under the decorative overstitching, done with curving and intersecting lines spaced about half an inch apart. I note that the skirt has the same kind of decorative stitching over thicker cloth, with no apparent batting inside, as the stitches lay flat. "Light hair, long—no, shoulder-length," I continue, noting that her hair is exceptionally pale, almost white, and delicately textured. The way it falls reminds me of how hair was "feathered" in late '70s/early '80s hairstyles. The faces of both females look ageless, neither young nor old. Neither seems disconcerted by my weird mutterings, they both just look at me with calm curiosity.

Although I was able to make very detailed observations on the appearance of both, at this point I felt myself begin waking up and could not reverse the process. The EILD allowed me to time the dream precisely: it went off at 6:55 and I awoke at 7:04, so it only lasted nine minutes in all. Subjectively, it also felt very brief.

D1 - fringle the magician is making magic, his old friend mouse-fringle makes magic on the same wavelength causing a overlapping of waves of energy, enveloping all.
Someone is bending to get through a white doorway.
D2 - Staying on holiday in italy, trapsing through the streets, as staying away from the centre means the food is lousey.
Everyone we meet is planning on moving as we head through the busy streets. Nice houses but we are quite lost if we venture further, but we are drawn despite the danger.
D3 - ?
Feelings of acceptance and non-resistance on coming out of third dream.
By the time I came out of the third dream, i had strong feelings of acceptance and non-resistance, to everything.
The dream and me were one entity, on waking the world and me were one entity.
I now experienced what it meant to say that lightning and a drop of rain were one. All was the same essence. All me.

I hope you can understand my feeling, my sensation at the time.
The feeling you get when you get to slip back and the duvet for some extra sleep but without the exited emotion about the extra sleep and without the worried emotion about having to eventually get up. Just a lovely syrupy feeling like the world is one big glob of golden honey.

People were talking on the radio, all I heard was words, people talking talking they didn't realise that it didn't matter what they said it was just sounds, They had talked yesterday and everyday of their lives, they're was no resolution to be had through words, they just generated more, like thinking just making more thoughts. Just a noise going on forever, talking was fine but not nonsensical talking.

Anyway the feeling enveloped me further, and I was in a kind of beautiful daze as I had a shave, my mind was clear.
In the shower I felt a breeze, as it was a chilly morning, the wind felt like it was a part of me. The water that rained down on me was also part of me.
It was wonderful, but such a calm warm feeling. Just a constant emotion, if it could be called that, unbroken.
Then thoughts tried to make ther way into my mind, my ego was returning, as soon as I started to fear this feeling would depart.
So I experienced first hand that the ego is generated by fear.

On the street, I decide to tk around 10 cars at the same time. I reflect how obvious this is compared to my real life RCs. The cars levitate in the air, then slowly move higher towards the night sky. I recall the basic totm and look at the sky seeing tons of stars. But wait, these are not stars, these are the headlights of hundreds of cars that are being lifted and controlled by my thoughts. Hundreds of stars headlights gently moving around. I enjoy the view for a while then decide to go for some element bending, starting with metal bending the nearest fence.

-I'm at my parent's house, and my mother asks me if I've seen the things floating above our house. I go out back, and the sky is filled with very dark clouds. The kind of darkness of a dream which isn't yet fully formed. I can't see shit. I look for a few minutes, then go back in. My mother mentions it again, and this time I look out the side windows, still seeing nothing. Then my brother shows up, and she mentions it to him. My brother and I go out into the front yard, and I still see nothing but dark clouds. I lay down on my back in the grass, determined to stare up for awhile, but the darkness increases and I can see even less.

-At home, and I'm worried about a small motorbike I apparently own. My car either folds up into this tiny bike, or it drives out of the car, I can't really remember. I look out back in all the snow, worried it's small enough for someone to pick up and steal.

-In a room with my mother and uncle mike, who begins asking about old computers he can have. My mother points him to a closet, and he starts loading things into a laundry basket. He puts in what looks like the old tape drive from a Vic20 computer, but when I look closer, it's a small cassette player which is badly broken.

+ a small girl wants me to move her to another bed, it appears a small boy is bothering her in her bed. I take her to my parent's bedroom in my childhood home. The bed's been lifted up and there is clothing strewn around the room, the bed may be put back down later. I look for sheets to place on the carpet to make up a bed for her.

+ (f) basketball, trying and eventually get a good jump and make a successful dunk. Try again and can't dunk again.

+ (f) rabbits. Strange odd rabbits, and going into a store and doing something with them.

+ riding lying back on a bicycle with a girl on top of me and I have fingers in interesting places, I have her boob in my mouth and she says "oooh, you've never kissed me like that before!". I'm getting shy since people in cars are looking and I try to move the girl around and block her privates with my hands from onlookers.

We arrive at a building and go in and I wonder where we're going to park/lock our bikes.

We're in a room and there is a middle-aged man there and these chairs with spring-loaded seats that start high (so that homeless won't sleep on them), and you push them down, and then it springs back up quickly like a toaster, throwing you forwards and up into the air.

We're then walking back down the stairs towards the bike, (rest forgotten)

+ I'm in a basement. I'm barefoot, and I'm trying to avoid stepping on anything sharp or nasty by blowing on the ground in front of me to sweep away anything I might step on. I come upon some construction materials and tools, hammers and nails on the ground, and I think these should be cleaned up but keep going. I notice that I can see windows that reveal the ground level about 6 feet above the floor of the basement, there is a path along the house there.

Along the wall of the basement, I see roots of plants growing extending down into the basement. I see along the wall 90 degrees from the root wall a bunch of small bright green houseplants in pots. I see a bright green frog emerge from one of these and say something like "hello, frog!".

The roots I'm looking at now are very thick, and run vertically and horizontally along the wall, they're the trunk of a tree in the garden. It's a very rare tree. I'm looking up at the canopy (only about 10 feet high), it's a bright, beautiful site.

This last dream was very vivid and present (VnP).

I did a WBTB and had the longest LD I've had in a couple of months.

Lucid Dream:

I was in what was supposed to be my bedroom. I had been trying to do a WBTB but had been interrupted. Someone had woken me up and made me come out of my room. I was feeling a little grouchy. I really wanted to be able to go back to sleep so I could have a lucid dream. It had been a while since I had been so busy, and I thought that this morning would be the perfect time. I walked back into my room. My twin bed was in the middle of a very small room. There were two doors to the right of the bed. One of the doors (the one that I had walked through) was a sliding door that was grey in color. The rest of the room was light blue in color. There was another door near the foot of the bed, also on the right side that was a normal door that was painted white.

I walked around my bed toward the window on the other side of the room. I could see through the sheer curtains that it was already light outside. Quite light. It would be way to late to try to go back to bed now. I felt frustrated.

I looked down at my right hand. I saw that my ring finger was very short and stubby. It was also fat--more like a thumb than a finger. I wiggled my fingers and saw that it bent more to the side than straight over like the other fingers. What a weird ugly hand I had. Why couldn't I be normal like everybody else?

Another girl suddenly came into my room. I don't remember who it was, but my dream self seemed to be comfortable with her in my room. I showed her my hand, wanting sympathy. Her response was to hold up her own hand. She had a pinky finger that was almost exactly like my ring finger. It was also super short and fat.

HEY!

I know what this means. Duh. Why did that take me so long to recognize that I was dreaming??

But that doesn't matter. I'm lucid now. I need to do some Tasks of the Month. Aaaa....what were they again??? Oh yeah. Look at the sky and hand Obama a baby. And something else, but I can't remember. Well, I'll just start with those two and maybe the others will come to me. Where could I find Obama? No--look at the sky first--that's the easy one. Get that one checked off and then work on the harder one.

So I ran over to the window again. I pulled back the sheer curtains and saw that the sky was a beautiful dark blue with layers of white clouds on the horizon. It was completely normal. But that was okay, it didn't have to be weird or anything to be counted. Okay, not bad. I had one task down. Now on to another.

[There is a transition here and a missing piece that I no longer remember.]

I was in a car with a little girl and her mom. Something had gone on with me and the girl. I think we must have been talking about lucid dreaming. Her mom didn't seem to happy with it. I had been telling the girl to look at the sky so she could do the Task too. The mom didn't want her girl to try to do any "Task". I then made eye contact with the girl and motioned for her to do the "finger through palm" Reality Check for her mom, so her mom would understand that we were lucid dreaming and this was all okay.

I watched as the girl told her mom to look at her hand. She placed her finger on her palm and slowly pushed it though. The mom's eyes got big as the finger slowly came out the back side. I smiled and shugged my shoulders a little when the mom looked back at me.

[Another transition and missing time here.]

I was now flying over a beach. I looked out over the water and could see some very large waves coming in. I saw a crowd standing on the shore. I flew to them and warned them about the waves. I told them that since this was a lucid dream that they all had the power to fly away. I showed them how I was flying and how it was possible. I then grabbed the hands of two young girls and started flying. I didn't wait and see if anyone else flew away too.

The girls were a bit heavy. I told them that they could help us fly better. I told them to kick their legs like they were swimming. And so they did, and at that point we flew so much faster and higher.

We flew for a while and I noticed that I was now in a building. I wanted to do something else. I saw a woman below me that I knew was the girls' mother. I landed and let go of the girls and immediately started flying again. I tried to think of something to so. I saw a guy below me. I wondered if I should kiss him. But as soon as I got close he said very firmly, "No--You won't be kissing me!" Wow, that had never happened before. Usually Dream Characters like me to kiss them--or are at least indifferent. Alright then, fine--I don't want to kiss anybody that doesn't want to be kissed. I would find something else to do.

I flew into another room. There was a younger teenage boy in the room listening to an I-pod. He was too young to kiss. But I realized that his I-pod could give me the opportunity to do another task I had wanted to do. I wanted to listen to a new song from my favorite band Angels and Airwaves--something that they hadn't written yet--something that my mind made up that would sound like them.

I asked the boy to share his I-pod with me for a few minutes. He was okay with that. The boy's mom was then there by him and asked if I was going to play love songs. I could tell that she would not be happy unless I was playing love songs. I told her that Angels and Airwaves had quite a few songs that could be considered love songs. I then started to sing the song Breathe by them: "Don't you know, that I love you..." See, that was a love song. And then suddenly Daniel was behind me and started to sing the words to "True Love" by them. Yes, thank you Daniel for supporting me.

We had them convinced. I looked at ithe I-pod and decided that the best thing to do this was to just expect the song to be there and to push play. But like most devices in dreams it was super confusing.

I couldn't tell how to make it work. I finally got it to play music, but it didn't sound like Angels and Airwaves at all. How disappointing. This would be the third time I had tried this goal and failed. I tired several more times and had no luck. Why was this goal so difficult for me?

I noticed that we weren't alone in the room anymore. A group of saxophone players had come in to the room. Their jazz band was starting to play music of their own. I tried to ask if they would stop while I tried one more time. But they continued to play.

Well, I at least got music. Just not the music I had wanted.


[There is another transition here.]

I was back a the beach. I knew I needed to get on with the Task of finding Obama so I could hand him a baby. As I flew over the people on the shore I scanned it for our president. But a young beautiful black woman held up her arms and waved me down. I knew she wanted to go flying with me. I flew down and grabbed her arm and together we flew back up into the air. I decided to ask for her help. Sometimes dream characters can be very helpful.

I told her I was trying to find President Obama. Did she know where I could find him. She said yes, she could help me. She pointed down to the shore. Below us I saw an older black man who was dressed in a dark suit. He stood out from all the others on the beach who were wearing swim suits. He was not Obama but looked to be a security guard of some sort.

We landed next to him and the girl started talking to him. She obviously knew this man. She told him that I needed to meet Obama so I could complete my Task. He looked at me with a little bit of a skeptical look. But the girl told him that this was my dream. That's why we had been flying. This would be okay. Could he please help me.

The security guard softened a bit at that point. He told me he wasn't supposed to do this, but he handed me his phone and said I could call the president. I looked at the phone. I had no idea how to use it. I handed it back and asked for help. The man pushed a few buttons and soon the phone was ringing. He handed it back to me.

"Hello?" President Obama answered. Gulp. What do I say? But I just spit it all out-- I was trying to complete my Task of the Month and I really needed to meet him so I could hand him a baby. He paused and then told me he was in the middle of eating a pizza. I told him I really needed him to do this. Again, he said he was busy--that he had other things to do that were way more important.

At this point I decided to lie. I told him that this Task was extremely important to do as well. That if he didn't do this something horrible would happen to the world. This was actually a life and death situation.

He then sounded like he would consider meeting me.

But at that point I woke up.

I had two immediate thoughts; I was so disappointed that I hadn't finished that Task. I also had a huge wave of panic as I realized that I had come to the end of an extemely long lucid dram and I wasn't sure I could remember all of it. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing down key words:

Room, Hand, Girl

Sky

Car, Girl, Mom, Finger thru Palm

Etc

I finished my list. Phew. I was happy that I had remembered most of what happened apart from a few transitions.

And then I woke up. For real.

There was no list. Aaa, I would have to do it again. But I realized that it came pretty easy this time because I had written it all out in my dream. That wasn't the first time I had done this.

23/2/16:
When I woke up I recalled 1 full dream and a fragment, however I forgot to write any of it down when I woke up and so it has drained out of my brain now and I can't remember it :/

I was in a zen garden type area. There were several trees in the area and it was nighttime. I remember the trees were one of three types. There were willow-like trees with long hanging leaves. There were pink flowering sakura cherry blossom trees, and there were palm or fern like trees. I remember the pink trees were shedding their blossoms (that were more like small pink roses) everywhere.

I wanted to fly as to not hurt any of them and I started hovering. I remembered my orange flames being exceptionally vibrant in the night and lighting up the area around me. I remember looking up at the sky. The night sky was unusually boring, mostly just an even distribution of small white stars.

Manei appeared, standing in a gazebo. I went over and landed next to her. She looked up and told me that the night sky was beautiful. I guess in a strange way it was, even with its simplicity. (Though honestly, It wasn’t nearly as beautiful as the usual night sky with 8 moons and 12 saturns…)

She ended up getting me into this canoe that she started rowing. We went through a cave or tunnel and came out the other end. The cave had some glowing crystals and/or fireflies in it but I can’t remember them too well. When we came out the other end, I noticed that it was daytime. I also saw that we were about to go over a waterfall. We got out and swam to shore (a ledge in the cave before the cliff.) and left the canoe.

I remember looking out at the view that was pretty impressive. There was a bay or Fjord that we were at the end of. The water let down into a huge circular man-made lake with a circular structure all around it. It just looked like the hoover dam continued around in a giant circle. There were also some small buildings along the side of this structure and along roads running up the side of the mountains.

Clear as day, few clouds though.

I think the rescue scene repeated three times because Manei didn’t like how it went the first couple of times. I said that she should rescue me instead but she didn’t like that idea.

I’m beginning to question who’s delusional fantasy of romance my dreams are actually centered on, because It’s certainly not mine.

I woke up around here.

Semi Lucid interlude bit. I was in a similar location to the one I had viewed previously. Some kinda beach area with large rock pillars protruding from the water. It was something a little bit like sea world or something, only for kids (about the 12ish crowd). I feel like they had some kind of underwater haunted house and I was wondering how that sort of attraction would work. But they also had different pools of water where you could see animals like stingrays and jellyfish. I remember I was with some people who were not really my family.

They covered me in this spray or oil stuff like sunscreen that made me a female. (I don’t know how that works.) Then they put me in a ‘Slave Leia’ costume and started taking pictures of me. And when I say that I was semi lucid, I was only semi lucid enough to the point where I could recognize that this wasn’t real and just couldn’t give a crap about the situation.

…

The next thing that I remember was walking up to the front of a large house. I felt like I was in my own subdivision, but the house was much bigger than anything on our development. I just walked inside and when I did, a big black dog walked over to me.

Now when I say big black dog, I mean like six or seven feet tall. I did a nose pincher and yep, dreaming. So I got nothing to be scared of. I said 'Hello' and was completely unsurprised when the dog actually started talking back. We started a conversation and sat down on the couch. His house slowly morphed to My grandparents’ house to where we were sitting on the couch in their two-story room. I don’t think we traded names, but for now, I’ll call him boomer, because I remember he had this characteristic booming voice.

He said that he was my second dream guide. He said that he liked to play games. All kinds of games, ball games, video games, drawing games. But he doesn’t like being treated like a dog even though he is one. He is a human in a dog’s body and if someone so much as teases him by throwing a stick and saying ‘fetch’ it makes him really mad. Overall, he seemed like a nice guy and I could understand why one wouldn’t want a certain brand of teasing directed their way. Eventually our conversation blurred out and we started to lose contact. The last thing I remember saying to him was that I liked his voice and he gave me a funny (kind of irritated) look.

I then remember the dream momentarily re-stabilized. Same room and all, but now Boomer was gone and. Manei was laying on top of me on the couch.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“No.”

Well it is for me.

Apparently she didn’t take the hint because she didn’t get off me and I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything else.

The dream blurred to under my desk, where I think I was trying to plug in my computer. It was disgusting. There were food crumbs and the likes under there along with lots of dust bunnies along the back wall where the vacuum couldn’t manage. I woke up not long after.

I got up because I couldn't sleep, and I went out to the balcony. I was several stories up, and the balcony looked out over a grassy lawn, on the far side of which lights twinkled from the windows of other apartment buildings. To my left, I could see more lights from the night skyline of the city.

I was surprised at how dark the sky still was, though full of brilliant stars. Wasn't it almost morning? I remembered that I had gotten up for a while and didn't go back to bed until the sky was starting to lighten. (That part was true.) Shouldn't the sun be rising by now? For some reason I felt strangely tempted to jump off the balcony to see if I could fly, which made me wonder if I might actually be dreaming. But I realized that would be a terrible test, because if I was wrong, well...

I didn't think it could be possible that I was dreaming, because I was sure that ever since I had gone back to bed, I had lain there unable to sleep. How could I be dreaming if I hadn't gone to sleep first? I'd better do a test anyway, just to be sure. I reached out my left hand and tried to invoke a ball of glowing white light in the air above it. Nothing happened. Oh well, I must be awake after all... was my last thought before I woke up. In retrospect, it was a terrible choice of RC, but the only one that occurred to me at the time.

Waking up was confusing at first—hadn't I just been suffering from insomnia? But if I had been dreaming all along (and only now did I notice the profound discrepancies with WL: that I have no such balcony, and moreover live in a completely different kind of building with a completely different kind of view), then I must have been asleep the whole time, only dreaming of insomnia.

I was at the road surrounded by fields of wheat. I was there with the black dudes, we were stopping any car that would drive there and take money from them. It was a really hot afternoon. Received money we spent in an exclusive hotel. There was a huge swimming pool.

Late night after very long day at work. Very bizarre disorganised dreams last night.

1) Driving down a busy dual carriageway and I realise I'm going the wrong way. I have to turn off as quickly as possible, and I get into a petrol station. There are little furry cartoon like foxes serving customers. I pull back out onto the dual carriageway then off again. Then I'm walking down a spiral staircase in a dark very old brick building. I reach the bottom, then my memory fails.

2) This is a whole collection of semi-related scenes:
- walking outside my house with my mother we see someone picking the paint off a window as if looking to buy the house, but we had only invited them around to vist, then we see someone else in the house without permission looking around again obviously interested in buying the house
- eating supper with my wife and children, we remember that there are lots of guests still outside and it's dark, there are a few visible outside the window,and talk about whether we should go outside again. My wife suggests I have a quick drink with hte guests and then I can set off to where I was going (?where).

3) Sitting in a cinema, I shine a very bright torch onto an usher walking along the front row and think it's funny. A film starts it's pictures of a very nurdy person explaining about the 'Ben 10 fraud collection' and pictures of him grinning showing off things that people have pretended to be genuine Ben10 items. Then he is demonstrating a remote control helicopter that is the size of a hand, it looks quite impressive. Then I'm out in a garden being shown the helicopter, and then we are in a garage. Somehow we are playing with paint and it flips all over the person I'm with, I think it was my old room mate from medical school. He says it doesn't matter he is wearing old clothes anyway.

4) Sitting up in the balcony at an odd concert where someone is reading out a speech. Next door Blink182 are also doing a concert so I keep running across to watch a bit of that. Then the concert I am at is on TV and it becomes very moving. A man with a very badly fitting toupee is playing the organ and the crowd goes mad, he smiles to the camera. I look behind me and another female friend from medical school is in tears.

5) I have put several very large live maggots in a brown roll and I start eating them. They taste amazing. Then I realise that I'm vegetarian and start to feel very sick, although I'm still amazed how good they tasted.

Neuuuuu

MY valk failed me , I feel I was coming home from dreamwork and my trusty valk was riding me home in my new dreamhome and i remember the window was open and light was on and my valk I was guiding my trusty valk to fly me into the window, where I remember is my home. And thoughts ran into like my neighbours woud hear my comingm from the window but used to it. I pay me neighbour and I remember coming into this window several times by bird. I just don't remember the insides. Or anything. And I circled around the roof a few times but never made it inside. I simply woke up.. :'(

It's soo sad because I was so tired and wanted to go sleep in my new dream house. I even felt my valk was kinda like, yep I faild. I can't land...

That's all I remember even though I remember a little about moving in.. I don't feel like I can ever go back to this dream even tho it felt so real..

omg. its so saddd

1. I had just walked outside and I was on my way to Mr. McGinnis' portable for Economics class. The sky was covered in dark thunderclouds and a light rain was falling. I opened the door to class and right as I did Mr. McGinnis was telling everyone that we needed to move to another portable. There were only a handful of students in the class, about 7 of us or so. We all walked back out of the portable and followed Mr. McGinnis' lead. He was walking into the school. I dropped out of the group and walked around a bit. Suddenly the rain starts pouring down extremely hard. I run up the stairs to the nearest portable and try opening the door. It's locked. I bang on the door 3 times and finally someone comes to open it. It was my old Architectural Design teacher Mr. Barber. "Well hey come on in Cory" he said. "Thanks Mr. Barber, it's been a fat minute since I've seen you around" I tell him. "That it has, that it has" he replies.
I close the door behind me look around. The interior of this portable was completely different from all of the others. It had a white solid floor, white walls, and a broken window some 8 feet up the side of a wall. "Wait a second, this is where Mr. McGinnis' portable is supposed to be." I look around some more and notice that everything is quite messy. Huge books are lying around everywhere as well as random tools and everything is just really unorganized. To my left I notice a large, round, white table and it too is covered in books, tools, and some fancy purple napkins. A man a little younger than Mr. Barber comes from around the corner of the portable(still inside. This portable seemed to be L-shaped.) "Hello Mr. Fondlon" Mr. Barber says. "Well hello Mr. Barber" Mr. Fondlon replies. Mr. Fondlon then sat down at the table and me and Mr. Barber sat down with him and talked.
"The weathers pretty bad today" Fondlon says. Barber agrees. Suddenly the door to the portable opens and my friends Pat, Dylan, and Austin, followed by alot of other friends come in. Austin tells me, "Your suit's ready man" and hands me a nice white suit jacket covered in plastic, so it wasn't wet. Music starts playing all throughout the portable and silver disco balls pop out from the ceilings and everyone starts dancing.

I'm supposed to sand a floor at a house. It's a really fucked up floor with all kinds of impossible humps and bumps. The homeowner changes his mind and instead asks me to just repair some damaged spots in the floor. There's holes, and softspots where I almost fall through the subfloor.

I get distracted by the television, catch myself, and try to get back to work. Next thing I know I'm laying down in a bed trying to sleep. I figure it would be bad to get caught sleeping on the job, especially at a customer's house, so I force myself to rise. The customer's daughter and her friend are there, and I hurry to put on a shirt, which isn't my work shirt. I try to grab another shirt I won't ruin on the job, then wonder why the hell I have so many clothes at a customer's house.

I start with the repairs, but the more I look, the more there are to do.

A nap dream. Again, should have been lucid, but I was just so damn tired. Even in my dream all I wanted to do was sleep

DEAR LORD I HAVE NOT DONE ONE OF THESE IN A WHILE. It took a while to get a good dream to remember, so here it is.

I was in the kitchen and everyone except my mom was in the basement. I go down stairs and my oldest sister is calling me in. I go in the room, and I see the old computer in their room, on the opposite side of where the new computer is. I notice a dark haired figure in the room, and I figure to do a reality check. Sure, it pretty much didn't work anymore to look at my hands, but I figure I was still dreaming. I go outside to go and fly, but instead of flying, I end up teleporting.

I teleported to princess peach's castle from Super Mario 64 for some reason, and decide to head on in. The castle is alot smaller, with just one room, and the walls are red brick. Then a dark figure appears at the doorway, and said "Don't run." He made his arm and hand stretch to grab me. It was pitch black, with nothing but a glowing face. I got teleported to the old house.

In the house, Nothing much happened. My dad came home from grocery shopling, but everything is... normal... in fact, so normal, it wasn't. By the time I realised I was still dreaming, my alarm rung. I had to go to school.

Though this might not have seemed like much, it was a huge experience for me. Short to read, but long to read. I'm sorry if it was kind of boring, but I promise more dream journal entries in the future.