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Sep 3 2018

Woke 3:35. In a fight with parents and grandpa about cooking or setting up something (possibly speed-reading). Daylight outside, long tables (possibly crawfish boil).

Woke 5:05. Long fragment in a stadium, receiving some sort of business presentation from coworker. After it's over, I'm picking up my laptop bag and I stand out of the way for a coworker and an unnamed DC, who say that they have a "merge request in the morning". The presenter (another coworker) is kicking us out.

Awoke directly from FA nightmare. My dog barked and I could tell instantly that it was serious, not just him barking at another dog. The door to the bedroom is thrown open and the midget from Twin Peaks season 3 entered with a small gun. He approached the bed, not looking directly at me or anyone, just at the wall behind us. He said something vague and I tried to lean up in bed asking something to the extent of "What do you want?". As I tried to move, and in some sense solve the problem, my vision blurred and the dream started to fade. He was wearing a blue shirt with the pattern of "I (heart) N Y" but the letters were "? (eye symbol) T Y" in white. The room's layout was completely realistic and accurate unlike other false awakenings. I woke up and said "holy shit" aloud. Very scary experience, but very vivid -- would have been invaluable if I could have gotten lucid and converted it.

Before that, I was in my childhood home, on the phone with my manager about something that needed to get done. The screen was black with red nubmbers and dial-screen graphics, and an orbiting globe outline. The call got dropped. I was worrying about this with my parents but they seemed to think it would all work out (it was nighttime). My sister was in my room on my computer, looking for the first book in a series my fiance is currently reading. I suggested that she can just read my fiance's copy rather than buy it herself. I end up also giving her a japanese manga volume and another poorly translated japanese book, I remember the engrish being hilarious in-dream. After this, I went to the kitchen (all of the lights were out). I was trying to write down my dreams in ink on the wood floors. In the back of my mind I knew this was a terrible idea and that my dad would be furious, but in the moment I wasn't worried about it. There were some drops of water on the floor and it was smearing the ink, so I started wiping it up, making the smearing even worse. I was also worried about cockroaches.

After the ink, I found myself in a distinct dream scene. I was on the ground looking up at the side of a cliff maybe 4 or 5 stories high. There was a good bit of dirt caked on and I thought to myself how nice it would look if I could get the dirt off. I grabbed a wedge-shaped piece of reddish slate and scraped as much dirt as I could off and stepped back, and noticed how nice the geometric patterns were. I remember the thought-phrase "cliff face". When I looked again, one of the rock formations sort of looked like a nose, and the one below looked like a mouth! When I started examining the rest of the cliff, the whole thing was taken up by face structures (abstract and Easter Islandish). The ground went from being solid dirt and rock, to having some cracks in which curved red boards were shoved and prying the cracks apart. In the cracks were green cylindrical vegetables (I thought of okra or fat asparagus stalks). As I moved forward towards the cliff, I noticed a mesh oyster bag of sea urchins, which were moving around each other in the bag, sort of like you expect spike balls to in a metroidvania or platformer. This was a really vivid and overall nice and creative dream that's simple but feels profoundly peaceful, the kind of nonlucid you generally want to have. So of course this scene transitioned directly to the nightmare FA.

I woke again at 8:59. My fiance was in trouble. We were in some sort of college sign-up, car buying, or other related scenario. There were DCs everywhere, and specifically several DCs with deep blue eyes and short hair meant her harm in an insidious way (they were outwardly friendly). I became more and more adversarial over the course of the dream, eventually hitting them and throwing things at them. We moved from the student union/indoor car lot into a side hallway which transitions to a long house with lots of corridors and small rooms arranged in pretty much a straight-shot, but almost labyrinthine at the same time. I was thinking somehow they were hypnotizing her, and she was getting more and more bruises on her arms and abdomen. Eventually I get in exaggerated physical fights with them and I somehow manage to get 2-4 of them to defect to my side as allies and stow her away under a sliding hole in the kitchen (sort of a drain hole in the floor, like you see in restaurant kitchens). She escaped succesfully.

I'm unknowingly in an FA but think I'm fully awake. I am having the "transparent eyelids" effect, and I'm looking around my bedroom at the closet door, but it's the wooden closet door from my childhood home. I'm etching a human face in it with my mind.

After this, I'm in my childhood home and members of my family as well as random DCs are dressed in "starship troopers armor" -- white and blue, and white and red. It was a long and in-depth dream, but I don't remember much of it. I finally escaped the fray and sat back on my bed, but then my father entered my room with his gun held high, and I remember thinking "oh good, you'll just be my bodyguard". When I thought this (non-lucidly), he changed his course of action from running forward to attack me to climbing in bed next to me with his rifle held out (think Fullmetal Jacket "This is my rifle"). I got up from bed* and started walking towards the hallway. Almost instantly I became lucid! I didn't say "I'm dreaming!" or do any RCs or stabilization unfortunately. I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, and it was daylight outside, maybe early morning. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror, seeing a girl in a dress instead of myself. In this moment, I started to think of the "bad guys" in the starship troopers armor and then banished the thought from my mind, knowing that if I thought of them I would encounter or summon them. So instead I took advantage of the situation -- although I was seeing the girl in the mirror, I felt my dream body as my own physical body. So I turned away from the mirror and decided that I would become the girl in the mirror. I turned back around and I was!

Spoiler for nudity:

My body had changed competely and I was naked. Naturally, I touched my arms and chest to test sensation (it was dull, sort of semi-numb as my dream body sensation usually is). I did a little twirl and

inspected my face further in the mirror -- my face was sort of ugly and homely**, and as mirrors in dreams usually do, my face shifted quite a bit. I leaned in further to inspect myself and kissed the mirror (it was cold). I then leaned back out and decided to try my "Clear sight. Clear sound. Clear touch. Grounded. Calm, confident. I can stay here as long as I want." stabilization phrase. However, as soon as touched my thumb and forefinger, I accidentally said "Clear mind" first! It rejected me from the dream instantly. As I began to feel my waking body, I realized my thumb and forefinger were touching here too; maybe this triggered the waking?

I laid awake for quite a while after that, as I had already slept more than usual for the night, and for the whole weekend basically. I was also still excited about the lucid and hoping to drop back into it. Eventually I went back to sleep and had some more non lucids. In the first, I was with my fiance in a rest area/cabin in the woods. In the next, I felt as though I dropped into the dream as a visualization from waking, but it's possible I was only visualizing from an FA. I was imagining tall waves, and how my body bobbed up and down in them. It felt incredibly nice and peaceful. I was at a beach, and my sister was standing on a board of some kind zipping up a life jacket. I think my fiance was bobbing up and down in the water too. When I looked at the shore, I couldn't quite see the sand but I could see tall buildings above the waves, which I identified to be my apartment buildings from WL. A distinct black shape was swimming towards me, and I thought it might be a shoe or a fish (I thought it could be a dangerous fish but dismissed the thought instantly). After another waking, I had a final dream of being in a wood panneled shop with an old woman who was offering the shop to me (inheritance?). Her wares were laid out on a long wooden table, which after looking away and looking back turned out to be a giant Knorr pasta packet. I believe this all happened in 3rd person.



*I think getting out of beds in nonlucids is a lucidity/awareness trigger -- will have to investigate how to encourage this).
**This is actually the second time I've transformed my body into a woman's in a mirror while lucid, but for some reason I always turn into butterfaces. Also not sure why I keep doing this. Why, lucid mind, why?

I woke up in the back of an SUV. I noticed there was another girl beside me, and I had no clue how either of us got there. I looked outside and noticed that it was early pre-dawn, the sun wasn't quite up yet but it was light enough to see and it was quite foggy. I could see the buildings of a big city very close, and wondered how in the world I got so far from home and in the position I was now in. I asked myself if I could see those building so clearly from my home town, and logically realized that no, I could not. Then I see that one of the buildings is actually upside down, it's hanging from the sky instead of rising up from the ground. I'm dreaming!

I open the SUV and disregard the other woman, she's just a dream character, and not in any danger. Looking around I am in the middle of a very busy city street, but not a big city with big buildings, a small city with only one and two story buildings. I decide that because I am finally lucid for the first time in months, I need to go find K. I start walking down the street to my right. I notice the people I am walking past all look like monsters, there's a girl with medusa hair, a ghost, and some zombies. I am not afraid though. I stand as straight as I can and picture myself in a fantasy game style tattered leather dress with a dagger by my side and light leather armor. I figure if everyone else looks like monsters I might as well look like a hero for my dream. A guy who looks like a young slender man waves at me and I politely say hello but keep walking towards what looks like a cinema.

Everyone else walking the direction I am is going in there, but I can hear screams coming from inside as I get closer. I know there is something scary in there, something so scary it is scaring even the monsters around me. I stop and consider if I should go in or not. If I encounter something scary, K might come save like he used to do for my nightmare. Then again, it's been a very long time since he's had to save me from a nightmare. He may not show up and I may scare myself awake. I decide not to risk cutting the lucid dream short and turn back towards the SUV.

I see a glass jar candle on a ledge and take the lid off from it. I start walking again, this time throwing the lid in the air and catching it so I can focus on something and not get caught up in the dream events surrounding me. After several tosses though, I realize I threw it too far forwards and I'm not going to catch it. My first instinct is to lunge forwards so I can catch it, but I stop myself because I feel like I can feel my body sleeping, and if make such a big exaggerated movement I think I might lunge out of my bed and wake myself up.

The lid hits the ground and rolls to the left,striking the bottom of a bar counter. My lucidity is slipping here because I don't realize it's odd for a bar to be outside instead of in a building. I start walking towards the bar with the intent to ask the bartender if she has seen K. She is really busy though, and I am recognize that there are at least 3 people shouting their orders at her or trying to get her attention and it's very unlikely she'll have time to talk to me.

I turn back to the street and keep walking. I pass the SUV, now walking towards the big city buildings, and see another less busy bar. This one has stairs behind it and a bridge that connects the bar to another building. The stairs are butted up against the bar and there are railings not walls, so I go half way up the stairs and wait for the bartender to walk towards the back of the bar. When he grabs some bottles from under the stairs I call out to him and ask, "Hey man, I'm looking for someone. Can you help me?" his response is very half assed and he's not really paying any attention to me, "Aren't we all? I'm busy." Undeterred I continue, "His name is K. Do you know him?" at the name, the bar tender's head shoots up and he looks at me startled. "What business do you have with K? Are you a younger woman? You're not very pretty." I'm annoyed, I'm not going to argue because I wouldn't consider myself attractive either. "No, I'm not pretty and I'm probably middle aged, but I need to find K. Do you know where he is?" The bar tender shakes his head, "It's none of my business." and starts to turn around. "Wait, I'll pay you!" I tell myself there's a pocket in the dress I am wearing with cash in it and so there is. I hold out first a $5 and a $10 and the bartender scoffs. I imagine the ten becoming a $20, and then the five becoming a $50. The bartender takes the money and tells me to look in the building across the bridge,in the dark hallway, the first door on my right. I thank him and go up the stairs and across the bridge.

I see a dark hallways to the left, not even inside the building yet, and think this must be it. A guy is walking out of the door on the right as I approach the hall. He has blood around his mouth and covering his arms up to the elbows and is wiping his mouth on his shirt. He jumps when he see's me, and takes a step backwards, "Who are you?" "I'm looking for K. is he in there?" "What do you want with him?" "My name is B, I've been looking for him." He opens the door, but doesn't let his guard down, watching me the entire time instead of actually turning his head in the direction of inside the room. "Yo K, there's some girl out here looking for you."

And I wake up for real this time -_-

Night of September 2, 2018. Sunday.

Reading time: 2 min 28 sec. Readability score: 64.



I decide to create an earth-like planet (a typical exercise) and, within my implied position in outer space, pull it towards me and push it away from my view several times. It relates to a specific type of dream state perception where passive observation and creation are ambiguously the same. For example, I may “pull” the background closer to me rather than enter into it.

In an undefined but “patchy” unlit space, I practice rotating the view to the right about 45 degrees, then to the left. I shake it side to side rather than attempt to move my head. I push and pull the “patchy” undefined space towards me and push it back as I did with the planet exercise. I create a solid green square and make it go side to side (leftmost and rightmost) with little effort. I mentally shake it until it breaks up into smaller squares. There is the usual segment where diamonds rapidly flip over each other.

I create a castle. I open an outer brick wall about two storeys up to practice the manipulation of liminal space division. The hole in the outer wall is diamond-shaped. I mentally pull out the bricks and put them back into the wall several times, with no effort, only expectation of what I want. I spin individual ones in midair while turning all of them in rotation like a tank tread before they uniformly join into a solid wall again. While the hole is there, an unidentifiable female avatar remains motionless inside that room.

I create a rainy alley scene, like out of a 1940s gangster movie. A black 1947 Cadillac Fleetwood pulls up. Three unfamiliar men get out. I decide to make the scenario into something different. Now, three young girls in 1970s jumpsuits approach. The one in the middle ahead of the other two pauses and turns around. I notice her hair moves in the wind like a fire. The imagery begins to spin and shine, the helicopter rotor effect, and turns into a stained-glass spinning kaleidoscopic view, expanding into a different state of awareness, though is three-dimensional rather than a flat field. I joyfully watch this surreal imagery for several minutes.

I hover and fly over beautiful rocky landscapes with rivers of mist.

I start playing around with a four-feet-high egg in the same way I did with the brick wall earlier. Similarly shaped pieces of the eggshell break out and move about in the air in a circular pattern, reminiscent of a mosaic taking itself apart and rebuilding itself, but I will them back into place several times as if the egg had never started to hatch. Each time, only a pair of human eyes is visible from inside the egg, though different each time. (This stage of dreaming has occurred on a regular basis for over fifty years. Eyes are usually the most realistically defined imagery.) I then start to realize that an egg, at least in some manifestations, is the same type of perceptual liminal space division as is a brick wall; pieces of the egg, bricks of the wall, break out, reconstruct.

Eventually, a young version of Medusa is present upon my summoning. I focus on the intricacy of her hair. Hundreds of tiny snakes move about atop her head. There is no fear or concern. I marvel at the detail of her costume and headband. Eventually, the snakes are intricate braids of human hair. A turquoise stone is in her headband. I deliberately suck in and inhale its essence as a mist that has healing properties.

I create another earth-like planet. It cracks into smaller pieces at the top, and I pull cotton out of it.

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Dream in a dream?

I was listening to a song and kept it on a low volume since I didn’t wanted to be annoying to anyone else in the house. This was my childhood home. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen when I found Do Kyungsoo. He glanced at me briefly before concentrating on the cooking. I kind of wanted the hug him and did so a couple of times. He was busy and didn't really care much about me tho. He got me thinking about my first love and made me miss him a bit. Soon when Kyungsoo was finished he looked at me with a smile and lifted me up. I was kind of embarassed since I had a very short dress on and whenever he lifted me up it was possible to see my underwear which I desperatly tried to hide by pulling down the dress with my hands. He was just laughing and kind of smirking even. Then he let me go and I went to bed.

I told myself that this was the real world and nothing like spirits or fairies actually existed. As I fell asleep someone spoke to me telling me that they did exist but only showed themselves for people when it was necessary. I ended up being in a forest and standing on the water surface to a lake. I didn't really understand. But the voice said that right now everything are calm as I could tell on the water. It was merely moving. But things could change and make it go wild the voice said and suddenly the water flew around me. Like waterbending kind of. I was terrified and said that I didn't wanted the water to hit me. The water did as I told it and split into two big waves around me and fell down and became the calm lake as nothing happend. That's when I realised I was dreaming...

But woke up because of my alarm went off.

Running with Do Kyungsoo

I was running together with Do Kyungsoo. It was a competition and we kind of helped each other. There were many stops on the way were every stop had a question. You needed to solve it to be able to get to the next one. As we came to a place full of gemstones Kyungsoo freaked out at the question. “What is the name we are looking for?” The thing was that non of the stone were named. Just numbers. Kyungsoo thought we needed to know the names of the stones but I told him that, that’s not the case. I wrote down: Xiumin. Then I found a picture of him and showed it for Kyungsoo and said that we could move on.


Note: Do Kyungsoo is a Kpop star

Non-dream stuff - Woke up with the earlier alarms, around 8:30 and then let the alarm repeat itself every so often, but ended up snoozing a bit and got up at 9:50. Remember the last part of a non-lucid.

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Dream fragment:
It's difficult to remember what came before, because I went through a door, I think the front door of a very small terraced house. Inside it was dark but there was daylight from a window.

Immediately inside there were stairs that went either up or down, and I decide to go down, where it was darker and there were no windows. The stairwell was cramped and it felt like an old building for that reason alone. Eventually at the bottom there was a room with a light. This was a shop, even if a very small one, as this room was no bigger than a pantry and it is implied by dream context to be a basement; a man was at the counter and there was someone else browsing. There were metal shelves and wooden crates with things in them.

There were all sorts of things, I remember thinking it was a drug store at first. I saw some melatonin and other drugs I didn't recognise. I did not remember to question the dream's reality or context. As I looked around the room became bigger and the layout changed; there were a window or two now and toward one corner there were weapons; I remember moving them carefully to the side since I wanted to get past, further into the corner. I remarked on each weapon as I moved them; "this looks like a pillum... this a javelin...".

When they were out of the way I got into the corner and there was a big cabinet that didn't interest me, and there was a narrow piece of wood furniture that almost looked like a column but was some sort of display cabinet. The other cabinet I wasn't interested in, the other man in the shop was interested in it. I think I either somehow passed it to him or he came to get it, as it was now next to the counter, and inside the cabinet were vinyls.

Not just any vinyls however, the boxes' covers were decorated in a 20s or 40s style and they were all children's stories. Then I noticed there was a vinyl player from the 70s or 80s next to the cabinet now and the man was trying them out; I could see the vinyl under the perspex lid. Somehow, the vinyls produced images. I remember seeing animated cartoons of whatever the stories were. I liked the vinyl boxes because they were very colourful; with red or blue trims.

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Notes:

• I've never had a sleep related supplement or the like simply appear in a dream like the melatonin did, so it feels a bit silly that I didn't notice it, especially given that currently, for me to get melatonin I have to ask my parents for it.
• The weapons didn't look old; in fact the tips were in pristine condition and the wooden handles were nicely oiled.
• The cabinet that didn't interest me looked old and dilapidated; it was one of the many lifeless-looking objects in the room that seemed to have little colour to them.
• I'm starting to realise there may be a pattern to my interaction with stairs when they appear in dreams. Often I choose to go down, and when I choose to go down, it does tend to get darker and it tends to feel like it takes a long time. Stairs going down generally seem longer than stairs going up in my dreams.

Let's start at the beginning. I took new nightly medication and fell asleep reasonably quick. Upon waking (around 2:00am), I took an 8mg galantamine extract pill -- which, years prior, barely assisted in dream recall. As I drifted off to sleep, I managed to WILD.

The sensation of sleep paralysis was hardly as bad as it had been before. I’ve found myself stuck in it far too long when I try to WILD. This time was different. To get metaphysical, those physical sensations I felt lying on my bed dissolved away to a blackness as my perception turned inward. I could feel my subconscious take over my breathing, and instead of feeling an uncomfortable stiffness in my limbs, I felt waves of relaxation wash through my body.

From this blackness, I wanted to create the universe. So I did. I was cheeky about it too, narrating it Attenborough’s voice as I watched galaxies form, then planets. I commented about how Earth was my favorite life-bearing planet (and the only life-bearing planet I knew of). For some reason, I felt really clever saying that. I then found myself next to a black hole. Around me roared clouds of stellar gasses, red hot. I felt fear as I watched (what my mind’s eye perceived as) this black hole.

Next thing I know, I am walking down a dimly lit hallway made of ancient stone. It was very dungeon-esque, interspersed with iron bars that seperated the hallway parallel to my own. A man was pounding on the bars. He turned and looked at me, yet his face was distorted -- much like flesh-toned static. The man uttered to me in a deep and equally distorted voice. And like that, a rush of water broke away the stones as it sucked everything down into a whirlpool behind him.

I must have flown off, because next thing I remember was tasking people with saving warring nations and attempting to de-escalating their war. After awhile though, I settled in a desert. I was at the top of a mountain with another guy -- he was my father apparently. His voice kept changing and so did mine. We both commented on it, but continued talking. He was building a windmill to power something at the bottom. Each time an addition was made, the man grew older. I had constructed a generator powered by a mini-black hole by the time he was done.

There’s a huge blank spot between this and the next dream. I was piloting a spaceship as a robot, delivering Chinese food to some guy. As I approached the asteroid, I realized he was being pursued by bounty hunters. I avoided their bullets as I docked. The guy immediately pulled me out and tossed me inside and set my ship to self-destruct to fool them. He closed some blast doors and we heard the explosion. When he asked for his food, I told him I didn’t grab it out of the ship. He wasn’t happy.

There was another dream about a teacher losing her job because of underperforming students and another of a mega-building called “Decadence”. It was a self-sustaining building that provided everything free of charge (food, drinks, room), but there were only three ways in: Invitation for the famous, by being exceptionally skilled and working there -- or interestingly -- by sneaking in. Anyone who managed to get past their tight security could live there.

I woke up from this at 5:00am feeling as though got a full night’s rest, despite my mind being so active in the dreams.

Sep 2 2018

I went to bed with strong intentions to become lucid, as well as a solid plan for what to do once I became lucid. I was trying the anchoring method I mentioned in another thread, anchoring positive and confident memories with the sensation of touching my thumb and forefinger together. I had a phrase burnt into memory to repeat nonverbally once I became lucid (to replace "Clarity now!"): "Clear sight, clear sound, clear touch. Grounded. Calm, confident. I can stay in this dream as long as I want" (in retrospect this is extremely long, but I think I'll try it out for a few new nights anyway). I also used my standard mantra "I will become lucid in my next dream"/"In every dream tonight" in combination with "In my next dream, I look at my hands and realize that I'm dreaming". In the future I will stick with only "IWBLIMND" since it's more succint and sets a clear intention for the immediate future, rather than a broad concept of "every dream".

I awoke at 1:18 am in a somewhat strong paralysis with extremely vivid imagery (not dreamlike, more like imagination). There was a man, possibly me, conjuring lightning circularly all around him. The lightning was blue, white, and green. I awoke again at 2:47 am. I remembered several dreams involving my fiance and my dog. In the first, I was at the elementary portion of my high school (it's K-12) and I swerved my car to narrowly miss my dog, who spontaneously started running out at me in the street. I got out of the car and was rubbing his front leg and paw. I noticed that his paw had too many joints and was curled in too much. Somehow this felt connected to a drive through.

In the next dream, I'm in a living room with a wrap-around bar counter. I think I've been here in a dream before. I'm watching Bob Ross on TV painting thick brushstrokes -- X's, C's, and U's -- over an already finished landscape. My dog jumps off the counter. I'm trying to remember what to do tomorrow, two important things in the morning and night.

My next set of dreams came after WBTB. In the first, one of my cousins was referred to as "3". There was an interesting story about diving, and D&D. I vividly remember descending in a well, looking up as the light was blocked out by the silhouette of a monster (Demogorgon?), although I didn't feel fear. Next, I was in an arcade or bowling alley, some sort of indoor entertainment place. I left my fiance to go to an adjoining room from the lobby and get ice cream. There was a girl there who was going in the same direction as me, and called me a "creeper" jokingly. She was trying to be funny or cute in the way she was getting her ice cream. I was friendly but not overly so. I got maybe 4 flavors of ice cream, in sort of a flight. In the next dream, I'm an intruder in a man's house. He has a lot of weapons strewn about, some intricate compound and traditional bows, swords, guns, blowdarts, etc. I go through room after room and find the man, he's in his mid 50s or 60s. He threatens me with a long, thin, metal pole, and I think he threatned to castrate me with it. He transports me back to some memory of 1950's New Orleans with a McDonalds, and a small building with an advertisement to "teleport you to the Science Museum". The visuals are faded, blackish, and all the buildings look like plywood.

In the next dream, I'm at Sonic at night/early morning with my fiance. She's handed me a cup, but I threw it away; there are two crumpled cups beside it. I understand it to be sonic, but it's more like someone's backyard, there aren't any lights or servers or menus, just the standard sonic table and trash can, as well as an overhead cover. A group of foreign men walk by, talking about wanting some cervezas. In the next dream, I'm going over some train tracks covered in water, in a swamp (I've been here before as well). The waves are rounded like tiled hills -- at certain points they are covered in grass, at other times they're just water/waves. I see the sasquatch.

My old boss is giving me cryptic hints about something, laughing about it. We're in the woods, sort of. Something about eating a spider/the dust that comes out when you crush the spider. Possibly my fiance was warning me not to eat it. I eat the dust, and then eat the crumpled spider husk too.

Next I had a dream about DreamViews! It was something about inline comments/spoilers; I remember red and purple text. There were other sites too -- DreamBattles and DreamWars (reenactments, maybe I read about this before).



*Slept for a really long time hoping to get lucid, and kept trying to go back to sleep. After this frustration, I decided to not get bummed out when I don't get lucid. It doesn't help. And there's always tomorrow night