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I dreamed that I was in a crowd of people in a green, grassy valley. We were just standing around, I didn't know any of them. Everyone except for me looked like something out of medieval Europe. Anyway, there was a floating stick in the middle of the crowd. It was about the length and width of a recorder-flute-thingy. The stick could also talk, and it would ask people in the crowd random trivia questions. If the person was wrong or unable to answer, the stick would touch the person and *POOF*, they would vanish in a puff of colored smoke. The stick went from person to person, asking them questions and poofing them into nothingness. The people in the crowd were getting pretty panicky, but for some reason they didn't run away. Weird.

So yeah, it was basically sudden death Jeopardy...with a stick.

-I was at my mom's church for an event where a Palestinian man and an Israeli man were doing a presentation. The church members were split into two groups on two sides of the Fellowship Hall, one with the Israeli guy and the other with Palestinian guy. I was in the Palestinian guy's group. He tried teaching us an Arabic song, but we couldn't get the words. Then he set off some fireworks for some reason, and everyone else in the group thought he had set off a bomb and freaked out. I knew they were just fireworks, so I laughed at them.

-Alton Brown from Food Network tried teaching me how to cook something, but I kept screwing up and he got mad and gave up.

-I accidentally slammed my car into someone else's car. Although the other car was messed up, mine wasn't damaged at all, and the cop that showed up didn't give me a ticket or anything. I just drove away. Awesome!

-I walked into the most amazing thrift store ever. There were all sorts of awesome books, jewelry and records. There was even a huge pile of 8-tracks. I have no idea why that excited me, but in my dream I thought the 8-tracks were amaaaazing. I wandered around the store until it got dark.

I've noticed what I think are attempts at lucidity in my dreams. I distinctly remember looking at my hand in the thrift store dream, maybe checking the number of fingers on my hand. So, that's neat.

Yeah.

My dream recall has been improving greatly lately. I attribute it to drinking chamomile tea and eating some peanut butter on toast before bed, along with some other sleep improvements. Anyway, I've been able to recall up to three dreams a night, which is awesome! Here's a quick recap of what I've got written down for just the past week:

-Ran into my ex-boyfriend at a super-fancy restaurant. He tried to ask me out again, and stuffed dried grass into my shirt pocket. For some reason, in my dream I knew this meant he was very serious about asking me out.

-Went to the Ohio State Fair (LOL I've only ever been to Ohio once in my life, for a day...and it didn't involve a fair) and walked through the animal barns to look around. As I walked I realized the animals were turning into humans. They were all naked and filthy, and they stared out at me with blank expressions. It was unsettling. I reached a room where some of the "barn humans" were sitting on benches, watching a video recording of a televangelist on a cheap TV. They asked me if I wanted to watch the video, but I refused.

This dream is pretty significant to me, because I think I tried to go lucid. I distinctly remember thinking "Wait, how do I know this is Ohio?" while I was dreaming. ON MY WAY TO LUCIDITY. AW YEAH.

-These are all in the same night---1. I won a latte-making contest 2. I participated in a fishing competition at this huge (and to the best of my knowledge, non-existent in real life) college where I ran into a Buddhist monk. 3. I was alone at my high school's swimming pool watching mermaids swim around. Then this crowd of people came from nowhere and started some tribal ritual that involved killing the mermaids. I was heartbroken.

-I baked cookies with children who had human bodies and bird heads. I remember a cardinal, blue jay, kingfisher and oriole. They were all very polite, and I had a really good time.

-Found myself rehearsing for the stage version of The Lion King

-I was in a bright, sunny, green field with songs fluttering around me like butterflies (I have no idea how to explain this, but they were songs and they were fluttering). I had a net, and when I caught a song, it would play. Sometimes the song was good, sometimes it sucked.

Yeah. Here's to continued good recall. These dreams are really fun, or at least interesting.

Last night my dream was actually a bit unsettling. In it, I watched as an utility pole came undone outside my house and landed on top of Karen Carpenter...yes, that Karen Carpenter. I was unable to move as poor Karen was electrocuted. She even blew apart into separate parts, right in the middle of the road.

I ran to my grandma's house and started freaking out. My whole family was there, but no one seemed upset that a 70s legend was lying dead and mutilated in the street. I looked outside to check on her. Her brother (I think his name is Richard?) was by her body, sobbing. It was heartwrenching, man.

I've noticed that a new recurring theme in my dreams has been people not hearing me or not caring when something happens that I consider important. I'm not sure if or how this applies to my waking life, but it's interesting to notice.

A few nights ago, I was able to remember two separate dreams I had in one night, separated by a sort of mini-dream, like an intermission. It was neat.

The first dream involved some sort of scavenger hunt with my friends. We got lost in an indoor pool area...somehow.

Then my dream shifted immediately to my friends and I listening to music, and my friends aren't able to remember the title or singer of the song we were hearing. It was "Forever and Ever Amen" by Randy Travis, and I told them that, but they didn't believe me.

This somehow segued into another dream. I opened a door and was in a movie theater with just my friends. We watched a really miserable movie about a construction worker and his pickup truck, and it was so bad we started yelling and making fun of it. Basically we made our own Mystery Science Theater 3000.

Oh, and I recalled a dream I had during a power-nap at work: It wasn't much, but in my dream I was a child standing in the middle of a country road wit a group of other children. there was a loud deep voice coming from somewhere (maybe the sky?) saying "I'm warning you..." over and over again. We were all a bit scared.

A lot of interesting dreams lately.

A week or so ago, I noticed that I had briefly woken from a dream, then re-entered the dream when I fell back to sleep. There was no lucidity, but I managed to go back to the same dream. Thanks to this awesome site, I've learned that I experienced something similar to what's called a DEILD, a Dream-Exit Induced Lucid Dream, or chain-dreaming. I decided to use this method as a means of getting lucid.

Last night I had a dream that guy friend from the UK (who I've crushed on for a while) spontaneously showed up on my front porch. We hung out for a while, and then he insisted on giving me a back massage. IT WAS NOTHING DIRTY SO GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER YA PERV. So he gives me a back massage, and it feels really nice, but then I woke up.

I was rather enjoying that dream, so I tried to go back to it by laying still and focusing on what I remembered dreaming. Things kinda went awry, but not terribly so. Instead of the back massage, my friend and I ended up with some other friends in a magical elevator. It would take us to a floor that led to a store in a mall, then a floor that led to a rainforest, then a floor that was in the future.

Clearly, I still have some work to do on this technique. But at least I have a start.

I finally had a dream not involving college. Hooray!

I dreamed that members of my dad's church had put him "on trial" for some reason, and were holding the "trial" at the church where I grew up. I sat next to my dad, who was seated in front of the congregation, to show my support.

My uncle who died last year made a surprise appearance in the front pew, and he started yelling at the pastor who was leading the "trial", and calling him out on a lot of crap. This led to a bit of an uproar, and Dad and I just sat uncomfortably. Eventually the chaos died down. Dad was found guilty of...something, and led away to holy jail or whatever. I have no idea. I tried to voice my anger, but my voice wasn't working.

What was really interesting about this dream was that I would wake up in real life, drift back to sleep, and be back in the same dream. One minute I'm awake, and the next minute I'm talking with my dead uncle. It was really interesting. I think I can use this to help induce lucidity.

Okay, subconscious. I get it. There's something important in my life pertaining to academics and/or college. Thank you. Can I have a new theme to my dreams please?

Well, in this particular dream, I was in a class being taught by my real-life boss. She seemed nervous, but got confident as she spoke. Afterward, other people in the class (they were a mix of real-life college and high school friends) talk about how they want to drop her class. I try to convince them not to, but I considered changing one of my classes to "Advanced Powerpoint". Weird, right? I apparently really wanted to learn about Powerpoint presentations.

I'm in the student union with my friends grabbing something to eat, when this guy who looks a lot like Orlando Bloom comes up to me and starts chatting me up. He asks me to pick out dice of a certain color. He wanted to use them at a friend's wedding for some reason, and couldn't decide on a color. He only had two dice in his hand, but they kept changing color. It was really cool. I chose a really surreal deep mauve sort of color. Then we flirted for a bit. Aw yeah.

Man, I hope my dreams start getting more interesting. Maybe the problem is how I'm going to sleep really late and surfing the web right before I go to bed. I need to change that.

Okay, subconscious. I get it. There's something important in my life pertaining to academics and/or college. Thank you. Can I have a new theme to my dreams please?

Well, in this particular dream, I was .in a class being taught by my real-life boss. She seemed nervous, but got confident as she spoke. Afterward, other people in the class (they were a mix of real-life college and high school friends) talk about how they want to drop her class. I try to convince them not to, but I considered changing one of my classes to "Advanced Powerpoint". Weird, right? I apparently really wanted to learn about Powerpoint presentations.

I'm in the student union with my friends grabbing something to eat, when this

For the past few nights, I've had dreams about writing and learning to improve my handwriting. the night before last, I dreamed I was in a house taking part in a calligraphy class. Last night, I dreamed I was back in grade school (although I wasn't any younger), learning to write in cursive for a contest.

I wonder what this means, if anything. My handwriting has always been a bit of an annoyance to me. It hasn't changed since fourth grade, and sometimes people find it impossible to read. Maybe my subconscious is using that as a symbol of something else going on in my life.

Or maybe not. Maybe it's just "dream gibberish". But the fact that it's happened two nights in a row really intrigues me.

I think I have to blame this dream on my mom's addiction to cooking competition shows, and perhaps a bit on my own weird fascination with wedding planning shows.

I dreamed that my mother and I were in our living room, watching a wedding show or a cake-making show or something. Think something you'd see on TLC. The wedding cake that had been made was amazing, it looked just like the carriage from Disney's Cinderella. Unfortunately, the bride wasn't able to cut the cake for some reason, and the bakers had a short amount of time to fix it for her. The bride had cancer, and her chemo treatment had made her bald. She wanted a new bridal veil, but I can't remember why. One of the bakers on the TV points out to my mother and me and says "Why don't you help us?"

Bam. Suddenly my mom and I are inside the television/in the environment of the show. The cake designer tells us to find a new veil. We find ourselves in a huge city (NYC maybe?) and being the country bumpkins that we are, we're totally out of our element. We vigilantly look for a veil though. Under benches. In mailboxes. Inside newsstands. Totally logical places to look for a bridal veil, right? (/sarcasm)

We ended up on the outskirts of the city. It was a very desolate wasteland. This is when I woke up and had to start my day, which was disappointing. I would've loved to gone further in the dream, or maybe even attempt to become lucid and make the veil magically appear to see what would happen as a result.

I literally started the entry for this dream in my notebook with "No sir, I didn't like it."

The dream started in an incredibly ornate, huge room in a huge building on a really upscale street. The room was immense. I can still remember it vividly because everything was so beautiful, from the blue silk wallpaper to the all-white furniture. I was sitting on a sofa, wondering why I was there. Two little girls in the next room over were putting on ballerina costumes. I asked them if they were getting ready for Halloween, and they told me they were actually getting ready for dance class. I leave this fancy building, and go to work.

Important fact about me: In real life, I work in a big daycare facility. The building is an old two-story high school, and each room serves a particular age group, from infants to preschoolers. I work in one of the toddler rooms.

One of our little boys comes in with his father. He looks really scuffed up and scared. His father tells us that the boy had been lost in the woods for nine hours. Dad didn't seem too upset by this, but I was. I was like "Your poor baby! Is he okay? Why is he even here today?" The boy even had a bruise on his back from an animal that attacked him in the woods. But no one, not my co-workers nor the boy's father, seemed at all concerned.

I walk to the bathroom. This is where it got really freaky. I see one of the infants in the sink, fully submerged underwater. She had turned blue.

Suddenly a co-worker is with me in the bathroom, helping me to get her out of the sink and trying to revive her. Nothing helps. We carry her body to my classroom, and all the while I'm sobbing.

No one else is upset that a baby has somehow drowned at work. They tell me that the nurse will take care of her, and her body is suddenly gone. She comes back with the nurse, and although she still looks really pale, she's alive and walking. Everyone in the room (The nurse, my co-workers, and the little boy's father) look at me and say "See? No big deal."

I wonder if this dream applies to my job at the moment, and how. Do I feel like some people are being apathetic to real problems? Am I being oversensitive to little things? Definitely things to ponder.

As I write my Dream Journal, I'm noticing more and more ways to realize I'm in a dream. For example, the co-worker randomly appearing in the bathroom (a male co-worker at that...scandalous!), rooms I've never seen and so on. I need to get better at noticing these little dream quirks. I WANT TO GO LUCID DANGIT!

This dream is from last night.

I'm back at college AGAIN. This is definitely a recurring theme in my recent dreams. It's actually getting annoying. I liked college, but I've moved on to other things. Dreaming I'm back there makes me feel like I've regressed or something.

In this particular dream, I think I was moving back in after summer break. I was completely and utterly lost. I couldn't find my dorm. I ended up in a dorm with a few friends of mine, but looking back, that particular dorm doesn't exist on campus. All of the rooms were empty. It was actually rather creepy.

I eventually manage to find my dorm and my room, which was furnished just like it was when I actually resided there. There were two girls there who were real-life acquaintances of mine in college. We talked a little bit. Then I randomly flashed them. Nothing too intense, just showed them my bra. They were confused and unimpressed. I was also confused as to why I had done that. (This bit may relate to things I've been pondering in waking life. I won't go into it right now though.)

Another recurring theme: I had to get ready for classes I felt unprepared for and didn't want to take. I looked at my schedule, and my first class was Math. I've always despised math. Why does my subconscious keep sending me to a math class?

Looking back on this dream is helping me understand dream signs. I could've gone lucid if I were able to realize that the dorm I was in didn't exist in reality, or that I was in classes with professors I had never met in real life. So...I definitely need to keep a better eye on the little things that don't make sense in my dreams.

And I think it's a good dream to start with!

This is from 10-29-2011:

I must have been back at college, as I recognized campus buildings and parts of downtown. I was also with a few of my closest friends from college.

In this dream, I was dating Rick Wright, the late keyboardist of Pink Floyd. It wasn't young Rick from the 60s or 70s, but older, white-haired Rick. We were very much in love with each other, in the way that makes other people nauseous ("No I love YOU more!. Oh you!").

My friends did not approve of our relationship. They thought that Rick was taking advantage of a young girl and that I was using him as a "sugar daddy". I got very upset at them, trying to convince them that Rick and I were truly in love.

The last thing I remember was going to a supermarket with my friends, where Rick was working as a cashier. I turned to my friends and said "See! He's a working stiff just like us!" and then proceeded to give all my attention to Rick.

This dream made me very happy. It felt really nice to be loved, even if my friends didn't approve or understand. And Rick was an absolute darling.

Lastly, Rick was living in a house with David Gilmour and Nick Mason, and I chatted with them for a bit. Since I've had a dream where I met Roger Waters, I can now say that I've interacted with every member of Pink Floyd in my dreams except for Syd Barrett. I think I'll make that lucid goal.

My Pink Floyd fangirlness knows no bounds. None.