dream fragment

Okay, here's what I remember from last night...

The first one I remember was at my house. In my room, in front of my TV, there was a box full of VHS tapes and DVDs. These were in the "library", so they would come and go as people "checked out" and "returned" them (people didn't actually come into my room; they would go to the library, where checking out a video would cause it to disappear from my room, while returning one would cause it to reappear).

One of the videos was The Minish Cap (a movie based off of the Zelda game, I'm guessing); I decided I'd come back for it later so I could watch it with my friend Lizz. It was on a VHS tape, by the way.

When I came back later (I can't remember any parts of the dream in between), it had been checked out already. However, it was available on DVD, but I didn't want that one because I wanted to watch it in my room (which doesn't really make sense, since I have a DVD player AND a VCR in my room, so either would work).

After waking up from that, I decided to attempt DEILD again. I was barely awake when I woke up, which I figured was good for DEILD. I decided I wanted to enter a Zelda-related dream, so I pictured the first Zelda-related thing I could think of: the Spirit Train. I probably could've come up with something better, like a specific location, but keep in mind that my mind was far from fully awake at the time.

Anyway, I quickly slipped into a dream, but, instead of a lucid dream, I entered a false lucid dream instead (i.e., I had control but didn't know I was dreaming). When I woke up from it, it actually took me a moment to actually figure out if that had been a dream or if I'd just imagined it while still partially awake (like in hypnagogia), but I concluded that it was definitely a dream because, although the actual memory of it was really fuzzy (making it harder to tell), I could definitely remember being able to see everything (as opposed to just knowing it's there without actually seeing it, like in daydreaming or visualization).

Anyway, shortly after entering the dream, the Spirit Train disappeared. I quickly concluded that it had disappeared because there were no tracks, so I made the Spirit Tracks appear and summoned the Spirit Train again. I did this by just wanting it to appear, which caused it to appear right before my eyes (I'm assuming this worked because I knew it was supposed to be there and had been there just moments before). The rest of the dream consisted of me making the Spirit Train reappear a few more times (since it kept disappearing) before waking up.

I had another dream last night, in which a bunch of girls were using my laptop to look at pictures of Martin Luther King, Jr. for some reason. I went outside to the backyard (my backyard). I could the local elementary school next door, which, for some reason, seemed perfectly normal. Anyway, there were these guys outside, and they used some weird handheld device to fire an electromagnetic pulse into the air, which caused a pulsating ball of light to appear in the sky.

I had one final dream, in which I was watching Doctor Who. The episode started with a dream that Amy Pond was having. It was rather surreal and... not like a dream. It would show an image of her against a white background, then switch to a quick scene from her dream (the background never changed, though), then back to the first image, then onto another dream, and so on. One of the scenes was the Doctor kissing her...

Anyway, shortly after she woke up, I woke up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Didn't recall much from last night, still trying to get into the habit of DJ'ing in the middle of the night and I still haven't written a single dream down for ages. Anyways I had a funny "Nightly Adventure" last night.

23.00: Sleep

00.15: Nightly Adventure
*I wake up and a car is going to run over me! I stand up in bed and with a small leap I jump onto the windowsill, trying to hide behind the curtains. Something zooms past and barely misses me. I jump back into bed and head out the room and calm myself down in the bathroom.

05.25: Fragment
*I'm getting a new tattoo, a star or something else on my other shoulder. Monica is getting a new one aswell and she points at her leg, which already has a snake on it.

05.25: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6½ hours

Supplements: 200 mg L-Theanine

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

this expectation thing is giving me blue balls. For real ! last night I wtb with a mantra. And I had a "lucid dream" not a magycial one.I did a nose plug reality check and I could breath so I thought "I'm dreaming" and then my heart pounded really quickly and I felt like I would wake up so I just concentrated and waited for the black to turn into something better. It did, and in a few seconds I could see a bunch of squares with trees and flashing colors. Better unexplained . Anyway I was still nervous my heartbeat would wake me up , but I could only see my dream, not get into it. It was like I was watching a t.v. with a very blurry image. Then I woke up and did another reality check which failed. But I remember thinking I should record that on my iphone so that I don't forget I was lucid in the morning.

I'm mad that I was never actually awake, and when I actually did wake up my recall wasn't as vivid. I can't remember the dream before my lucid. But I remember the two after it.

I followed a girl B and her friends to a camp across the river, located on a dark island.In order to reach it , one had to complete the obstacles. So copying B I just sort of glided across the balances etc. and made it. There I followed people and wanted to leave, I knew M would be worried. She came just as I was leaving and I didn't even ask "how?!" she managed to get across. Anyway a friend, alexi, said it's a camp kind of like college. I didn't get involved in the dancing but there was a gym with a couple of my peers. I finally found where people hid out during the summer. I found an old "Friend" j there and she didnt mention much but complemented another girl. It was weird because I ignored her mostly. She wasn't surprised I was there. Before I saw J, I was looking at how clean their bathrooms were . The other ones had blobs on the ground. I ran outside with just a towel and back and saw the Jule and talked about her with j's blonde friend. Juile is you know... was all I could get out.

At an old-western themed bar. Nina and F were above shouting to get beverages. I saw Nin and just exited but came back to help my sis win some money.

Part 1
I was in some Hatian village. Me and my group were hold up inside of a small building. There was a sniper shooting at us. I was afraid and I was flinching a lot. I noticed my little cousin was there in a pink shirt so I stood in front of her as a meat shield. We had an opening so looked around the building and found a knife. I had looked for explosives but I didn't find any. I saw one of the bad guys riding away on a bike so I chased him. The seen changed into part of my old neighborhood. I wasn't able to catch him. When I went back to the neighborhood it had changed again. It became a really colorful place. It was like I was going back to a place from my childhood which didn't exist on this reality. It was based off of the show Doug and I saw some of the characters. I also saw Goofy there chilling on a lawn chair.

Dream - Lucid

I was having sex with Jake in his room. I thought it was something we'd probably regret later since we weren't using a condom. The fact that we aren't dating anymore in waking life didn't seem to be an issue. Oh well, I guess it's already happening now. He then pulled out for awhile.

Then, I was playing FFVII in the living room at my house, and I wanted to tell my brother that I beat it. I then didn't remember fighting Sephiroth. Hmm...

More fragments, but at least now I'm actually remembering things instead of waking up with vague feelings and having the dream "on the tip of the tongue" so to speak.

Alright...Writing this halfway through the day, but I can recall just as much as I did 5 minutes after waking.

Demon Dog
This dog comes in our house, on a leash, from someone..I only saw that hand that gave the leash to me. It is apparently an artifact from the show Warehouse 13, I get some story of how it used to belong to this old dead guy(lol, inside joke about my pastor), so I grab the leash, and close the door. This dog was medium to large size, pitbull looking face, all black, but looked pretty nice. However, it went mean whenever you did something..forget what. I think it was either pride, or lying. Anyway, I screwed up, and the dog bit me as hard as it could, four to five times in the arm, leaving me in serious pain, then it calmed back down, and was happy again. I bring it to my mom's room, she screws up, then the dog goes after her. I, remembering the pain grab the dog by the collar, hold it back, then that dream ends as far as I am aware.

Wagon Bible Study
I am on this wagon(kind of like a school bus with no roof, hard to explain), and the guy in front is talking about something from the Bible, I am listening intently, and very interested in what is going on, we go around a corner to a rich neighborhood, and as I am listening, I see this mountain, with orange things on it. I first assume it is like prisoners up there for some reason(like in bright orange jumpsuits, you know?), but I look closer, and it is like a bunch of orange flags..I turn my attention back to the road we are on, and I see one person checking their mail, and another who was raking their lawn, we stop here, and the guy keeps talking, meanwhile both the people outside are listening to us. I remember having a short conversation with the man raking leaves, but I don't remember what any of the conversations were. I think there was more to this dream, but I cannot remember.

Two dreams recalled, two nights in a row! Pretty cool, but no lucids yet, and both feel like fragments. The Wagon dream seems like it had a level of vivid-ness to it, specially the mountain. I also believe the fact that the person was talking about the bible may have something to do with the amazing conversation I listened to last night with a person who thought he was a real Christian-ly person, but was living so in the world, and someone answering questions about it, guiding him to what really matters. My recall seems to be getting better!

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

Dream - Lucid

I was reading an email from The Sandman about cannibalism? I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was a long email.

Then, I remember seeing a very dark court room, and seeing some guys burst in. I heard a woman's voice, she was "the queen". She said she didn't care how, but the guys were to stop whatever was going on in the courtroom. I didn't see what all happened in the courtroom, but I knew that the guys had destroyed it and everyone in it. I'm not sure what the goal of the queen's orders was supposed to be.

Then, I was in the kitchen at my house. I was doing something at the sink and talking to my mom, who was standing across from me by our porch. She said
"I'm going to the gym. I haven't been this week."
"Neither have I," I replied.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am at a gay club with my wife. There are a bunch of oiled up gay men with long, curly hair walking around.

Dream 2:

I am in a home run derby and I am using my friends old crappy bat. The asshole pitcher isn't even trying. He is throwing mostly balls. I managed to hook a few foul into another game.

Dream 3:

Out on a hiking trail on some kind of mission.

It seems like there's days I won't remember my dreams,but most of the times my dreams are very long.I forgot to update my journal,one of these nights my dream was of my history teacher with brown eyes talking about a surgery he had(he's blue eyed).I remember very little of last night's dream,but I remember feeling the emotions,fear,excitement,it seems my dream feelings are stronger now.
The dream:
I was walking in the ruins of a abandoned factory or mall,with a old friend and some guys.We found this massive spaceship,and decided to get into it.As we were inside,each of us got a separated place to sit,we had a board and screens to communicate.We got pretty far from Earth,I started to freak out,and saw my dog trying to open the window to get out.All of sudden,my vision got to another ship,a guy was lost in space controlling it alone.He was a teen with blonde shoulder length hair,he looked pretty much like the main character's best friend in some teen movie.Soon the dream ended

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Finally had another lucid! It was short and pretty unstable but it was kinda cool still. Managed to do my task after a couple of tries. Also had a bunch of other dreams I can't really recall much from, so I'll just make a dream list.

01.00: Sleep

12.00: Dreams
*I'm with my brother and two other guys. I'm handing out my soft air guns but realise I barely have any bullets left to play with anyways. "Uh, I guess we can't play then" I say and hold up the bag, it's not even half full. One guy tries to insert the magazine but fails to do so.

*I'm driving an expensive car in a big building. I enter a huge elevator and push the button. The doors close and the elevator goes up, then to the side. I can feel the elevator changing directions and going deeper into the vast building. Eventually I end up on the roof where two guys are. I punch them and tie their feet to a long cable attached to a crane. I push them off the ledge and watch them hang upside down from the crane.

*I'm with my friend Eric and his girlfriend. We're near my grandma's hosue and I figure we could all eat there. "Don't worry, they're nice" I say and knock on the door. My grandma opens and I greet her. "Hey, can we have dinner with you?" I ask and look inside. There's a pot on the stove with some kind of soup in it. "Yeah but there's not enough for all of us" she says. "Alright I'll go get some food and come back later" I tell her and she closes the door. We start walking down a road.

*I'm in the middle of a highway when I realise I'm dreaming. I look around. There's a thick fog all around and I can't see more than ten meters in all directions. The sky is blue though and the sun is really warm. I rub my hands together to increase vividness and to ground myself to the dream. 'Alright, task time, flying wasn't it?' I start jumping on the spot, trying to fly. All of a sudden I can hear a car coming up. I jump just in time to land on the hood of the car and it doesn't slow down. I use the speed from the car to get airborne and soon I'm flying. The dream starts to destabilize as I see some houses coming up. I land on the roof of one.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: Alcohol

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Frags:

• a tower of frogs

First dream:
I remember having multiple attempts on this, but there was like a grocery store, and two people guarding the door. One of them looked like my oldest brother, and at one point he had a dog, which he constantly abused..It got so bloody, I think it was dead. Things happened of which I do not remember, but I think my goal was to save the dog. It got frozen in a block of ice, I then had to get stuff to thaw it. I went inside to see what looks kinda like frogger or that mushroom game from Work Time Fun, only sideways, and with 2d people. It felt like a game. I know there was more, but I can not remember..

Second dream:
I think this one was much shorter. It was like watching the show wipe-out, if any of you know it. It is an obstacle course, that is not usually difficult, but it had a bunch of bouncy things. So like bouncy vertical monkey bars, trampolines made of mushroom looking things, etc. I think I watched someone do it, but I also had a try.

Woo! Two recalled dreams! They may have been short/fragments, but my recall is getting better.
I am trying to train myself to wake up after every dream, but it is not that easy haha. I recalled both of these dreams after my initial waking up in the morning.

A dream I had this morning (18 August 2012) - much vivid detail.

I was finally on TV. Not sure how it happened, but it was a 6:00 - 6:30 pm segment for children, in which I appeared in the same manner as in a YouTube video discussing the longest words in several languages.

If you message me, I'll send you the link - unless I actually become too famous and you'll know right away.

My Facebook friend, initials DL, was on the program as well. Later, I remember talking to him on Facebook about how he saw me on the program, too!

Cut. Something about a beer store.

How did they get my video, anyway? This other kid was one year younger than me, but this appeared to be some kind of educational program, as the credits rolled in, displaying our names, and that of one other teletubby-like creature.

It gave out the following messages...

MY NAME: GROW UDD
HIS NAME: GROW OLD

This was strange for several reasons. First, they spelled out a nonexistent word: udd. Perhaps they meant "odd"? They couldn't have meant the same word for both of us, considering D and L are on opposite sides of the keyboard, I thought.

Wait a minute. Does this mean they wanted me to die young?

Or perhaps, die young as late as possible?

I bent down and ate my soup. I thought about that valedictorian speech that I had long prepared, but never got to speak in front of an audience.

Sometime later, I go to bed. The same teletubby-like creatures that hosted the show were now anthropomorphic talking animals that sat on the right of a ledge and bookshelf in the corner of my room. They were discussing a most unusual subject as I proceded to sleep.

They were talking about what happens when somebody's testicles get twisted and "suffocate".

"So, a new female is created?!"

Somewhere in the voices was a hint of judgement and contempt. I thought that if I discussed a so-called 'nutshot fetish' I had with the producers of the show, they'd be upset. They were part of Family Studios, which was a spin-off affiliate program of a North American charity very similar to Focus on the Family. Both programs were very pro-life, conservative, and anti-LGBT rights.

As I was thinking about, or perhaps actually did, write about my experience on a somewhat-gay Facebook forum, the transwoman wrote back something neither demeaning nor incredibly strange. However, my instant thought or response was, "you broke me", an attribute that I couldn't have thought possible for a transsexual person, whoever he/she was.

Later, I was watching the news, or maybe being part of it. A huge storm had stirred up sand storms and haboobs in Texas, A facade of a cattle ranch being "roughed up" appeared. On the news, they said the ex-storm (or ex-low, or something like ex-nor-easter) had made its way to Japan.

This had never happened before, but this year, this was the third time. I thought, how could a storm track that way, if it was moving the "opposite" to a regular storm?

Most storms would track from Japan eastward toward Oregon, then sink south toward Texas. If this storm was heading the other way, it must be over the Arctic.

Perhaps it was 2012. Or maybe the physical year didn't exist, as the dream state was on a floating timeline.

The news then reported that, after recently 100 young boys had suddenly gone missing in Texas, most of them were found alive. The families, and the communities, were praying for the safe return of the rest.

The next segment featured a part about the abortion controversy. It showed a woman with brown tape over her stomach area, the commentor saying, "the crosses heal the wounds of young women who were photographed having an abortion in the woods".

Previously, there was a case where a pro-life activist photographed the aborted fetus of a woman who had aborted her child secretly in the woods. This time, women all over the country who were not pregnant were wearing this brown tape. Any time a photographer passed over, they were instructed to openly state they were not pregnant, and question what the hell the photographer was doing there.

And they did. The photographers were apprehended by police and security, and taken away.

As both a Liberal Christian and a Christian Liberal who was often pro-life but in major cases also pro-choice, I was torn about this segment. First, I thought, "were these crosses false prophets"?

My mind then wandered over to a kitchen when I was five years old, but that was a facade again. I thought about pro-life protesters in the streets, and what was to become of them.

I remembered a certain video on Godvine about how anti-abortion protesters convinced a mother not to abort her baby. Would these now be a thing of the past? Would pro-choice people now try to convince teen pregnancies to abort rather than say, seek adoption?

I asked somebody, "would there still be anti-abortion protests? Or are those protected indefinitely under the constitution?"

On the pro-choice side, why were these photographers mobilizing in the first place? Perhaps they were agents of a new Romney-Ryan administration that opposed planned parenthood?

I personally supported the rights of the women who were violated. What about people who needed an abortion to save the life of the mother and then were violated as they were filmed, filed and reported?

Browsing through my Twitter, I saw that Pastor Terry Jones was following me. I doubted whether I should follow back, as this was apparently the pastor who had led the Qu'ran burning controversy at the Dove World Outreach Center in Florida.

I wake up at 4:43 am. Proceding to write these down now, and after another half hour I fall asleep again.

I remember nothing about what happened.

Sleeping again from about 8:15 - 9:15 am.

Only remember the ending this time. George Shrinks was on a mission somewhere, and saved a girl on the sub-11th floor of a basement. Flying in his Zoopercar, he stages a show.

His mom is holding a secret egg. However, she wears it on a fake turban-like mummified head gear, which George then unravels and pulls out the egg.

The contents turn out to be a prize. Apparently, a group was awarding us more than $8.26 million for defending gay rights.

O...K...then.

Dream - Lucid

I was with Jake when I spotted a small gumball machine, one of the globular ones with the glass sphere containing the gumballs. I can't remember if I put money in the machine or not, but I twisted the silver knob, and I heard a couple of small gumballs come out and hit the small flap you have to open to get them.

Looking again at the gumball machine, I noticed that the gumballs went down into this long metal tube with the flap being at the end of the tube. I picked up the machine (it was small enough to sit on a table top) and tilted it forward so the gumballs would come out into my hand. I though I was only getting two, and at first I only got a couple to spill out into my open hand, but then a bunch came out really fast, and I ended up with about ten in my hand. They were all different colors; I remember towards the end a couple of purple ones coming out. This was way more than what I thought I was getting. I wanted to give some away, maybe Jake would take some. I just wanted two.