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I'm not going to add this to my count as this wasn't a proper LD but man... This is the sort of thing I want to talk about but no one seems to understand or relate to.
My LD count has been low lately. Probably most due to my horrible sleep schedule and busy life right now. Not sure it will ever slow down. Given what happened last night, I might just need a bit more focus and some regular WBTB to over come my dry spell.

Anyway, once again, it was within the first 30-60 min of sleep. I found myself in a familiar dream state where I struggle to move. It wasn't long until I realize I was transitioning to OBE/dream state. At some point I just laugh out loud. My voice sounded hoarse and strange. I say, "Ok. I give up." I relax and then things get so amazingly trippy its hard to describe. Of course, I get the usual vibrations but just in my arms and hands this time. My body begins to have a floating sensation and I drift around a jumbled up visual field. I try to let the dream form but as it does I keep getting visual overlays of random things (shapes and textures) and I cant seem to get my body to grip to anything solid. The entire time I have audio distortions very similar to the times that I used to trip on mushrooms. There was a deep, wet, squishy, liquid sound with high pitch tones going up and down. Very cool, familiar and trippy. It's all so hard to describe but I really enjoy the hell out of this kind of thing and it all happened naturally. Unfortunately, it only lasted about a minute or two before I woke up but I'm glad I was able to remember it so clearly.

By the way this so of thing has been happening off and on for a few months. Mostly they are junk dreams, or pre dreams, early stages of sleep that I become aware in. Most of them are not that interesting. I should probably start trying to wake back to bed and take advantage or whatever is going on with me lately. Maybe it's just mild sleep deprivation and nothing really special...

With Adam F at the school dance with hot pink lights in pozen, bleachers on both sides, crowded with people at 2am. We're standing and swaying and he's looking at my sketchbook for some reason.
"you can look at it with me if you want" he says. There's an unspoken sense of aggression.
He lowers it down a foot for me, as if I'm really short.
He says something and I respond by saying this is exhausting--the standing, constant shuffling, showing your work and the small talk--but then I hope he doesn't think I'm talking about him specifically. but I don't backtrack, and instead start putting extra effort into my body language to make up for the perceived slight.
I think it's going well.
He is commenting thoughtfully on the pieces and it seems like he might be into art.
and then he points to something and turns the book towards me to show me, and brings his body really close to mine. I thought he had a girlfriend
And looks down and the top of his head brushes mine and I look up and I can smell him and see the beads of sweat on his red hot face in the deep pink colored room
And he comes back and forth in and out, swaying with me a bit aggressively
and he never makes eye contact once while doing this. EVER. In a coy way.
but he knows I am so turned on
and he starts saying really douchey things while he towers over me and practically presses his chest into my face, and my knees are jelly and the smell of his cologne fills my nose and he starts saying really awful things
and there's a page of my art with a female character, and he gets closer and starts spitting and drooling on what I made
and it soaks the page enough to warp it and there is a thick webbed pattern of warm viscous saliva dripping from it into my hand now, and he smiles and stares directly into my eyes for the first time and tells me how he would love to blow a hot load all over her
and I feel my face is white like I'm going to throw up
and he walks away slowly and casually as if I wasn't there and slams the book shut in his hands, then drops it casually
and it hits the floor heavy like the slam of a metal door and makes me jump and curls my lip, and I see the pages crumble in on themselves
and my head feels dizzy and hollow, like it's floating away from my body and I don't want to try to move because I know I'll throw up
but some short girl comes and takes my hand with her soft one
another one asks if I want to call 911 but I say no no no but I'm glad someone else saw and asked, and the first girl leads me gently out of pozen into the warm hallway.
I feel like I was traumatized but I don't know why that did it, maybe because I didn't expect it from him. Or the anxious bad part of me did, but he tricked the good side of me into giving him the benefit of the doubt and lowering my guard.

I'm sitting down under an old dark wooden table in the pozen hallway looking at my crosslegged feet and someone else asks if I'm okay, and I look at the girl who helped me. She's under here with me
She looks like Becca K, with a modest tan jacket on
And for some reason she dissapears and I go back into pozen looking for her.

I'm playing football with Gabriel and Albin and some other people that all are immigrants outside. It reminds me of my old school. Gabriel is on the opposite team and touches the ball with his hand which makes it so that we get a free kick. A person from our team quickly shoots the ball but misses. After some time another person touches the ball with his hand which makes it so that we get another free kick. I am able to kick it but decides to give it away since I feel that it is going to go bad. After some time a person from my team makes an impossible shot. He shoots with the outside of his foot and get a really good spin that makes it so that the ball turns right mid air and goes in the right lower part of the goal. Some kind of magic is present that lets me do something evil against a person but I don't remember what it was.

Notes: Yesterday I thought about how I wanted to play some sports but that I have to wait until I meet some friends I can play with.

I'm on an airship around a round table with some other older people. They discuss a plan that I am a part of. I'm outside the airship and looking out.

I'm riding a cart on a rail in a dark tunnle with some other people in my age. We arrive in a dark old room that is made of old wood. There are now about 4 other people in my age and my chemistry teacher. There are some levers that I test out. When I turn one on a rail system is changed above us. There are several railtracks that we can use but only one is the right path.

I'm flying with a woman in the sky. The clouds are pink and I try to enjoy but a constant worry is hanging over me.

Notes: My mood has been fluctuating a lot recently.

I'm talking with mom in the guest room.

Just one dream with Jamie in it. She seemed to be giving me a serious talk. But I don't remember what it was about...