dream fragment

Plans: This is my first night of the new year, though I don't have any special plans going on for tonight. This may or may not have contributed to the fact I have only a couple fragments of non-lucid dreams to post, which while these dreams are insignificant and dumb, I am journaling them to stay in the habit of remembering and journaling.

Free the Holiday
I am in an office, this is where I work, and there is an office meeting going on right now. I look around the room and see the other people I work with, and also the boss is in there addressing all of us. I am sitting at a computer, working on finishing up a system backup of one of the many servers I am responsible for. I am in the data center of a hospital working as a computer operator, which means I am also responsible for answering phones and responding to issues that users throughout the hospital may have… and this is the part I hate. And it is because of this that I am completely miserable right now, sitting there at the computer, looking at the phone, actually afraid that it could ring at any moment. And while the whole team is present in the office, I am the one currently on duty, so if the phone rings I will have to answer it. While I am afraid of the phone ringing, the boss is talking about an upcoming holiday, saying an operator will have to be on duty for the holiday, and we are taking turns covering holidays so no one person is forced to work on all of the weekends. He is now announcing the person who will have to work on the upcoming holiday, and he indicates a black man who I know works the same shift I have… so at least I won't have to work that holiday. He is getting mad, however, saying that since I just started work here I should have to work for the holiday instead of him. The boss isn't pleased with the other man's attitude, he says the holiday schedule is based on taking turns, it's not based on seniority, and it is his turn now, so he will work on the holiday. I feel some degree of relief that at least I won't have to work on the holiday.

Poison Desert
I am out in the desert around my house, it is sunny out, though it isn't especially hot. I decide to take a shortcut through some open desert so that I can get home a bit quicker, so I follow a trail I know off into the desert. It is a fairly long trail, and I haven't really explored the entire area, so this will be a first for me. I come to a place where there is a large sewer tunnel entrance, and there is a small warehouse type building next to that with some equipment and stuff in it that is used in the sewer system. I think it is odd that there aren't any roads leading to the warehouse, so I decide to investigate. I go over and look into a window, where I see many barrels of toxic waste… or I am assuming they are toxic due to the radiation symbols all over them as well as the skulls and crossbones. One of them is being emptied into the sewer system, and that seems like a really bad thing, so I think I need to get some evidence and turn these idiots in. I am considering breaking into the place when I see there are people in there, so I had better wait until there aren't any people there. I move a bit away from the building and then I notice there is someone coming out… shit… I do a couple stretches on my legs and then I take off down the trail jogging as if nothing is wrong at all, as if I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. The man is yelling to get my attention, I don't want to stop because he might be suspicious, so I keep going, pretending I haven't heard him. As I get out of sight, I put my earphones in figuring if he catches up and says something I can say I had my music turned up too loud. Would that work? No clue. I continue, moving at a good speed, until I finally reach a main road. I head down the street towards my house, which isn't the house I currently live it, it is the house I lived in previously, and I haven't lived there for about 10 years…

Entry #1.
Sleeping period: 10.5 hours
[ ] Lucid [X] Nearly-Lucid [ ] Non-Lucid [ ] Nightmare [ ] Controlled
Comments: Bad memory of last nights dreams...Not much to elaborate on.

I was at my locker with Mika. It was dark, and the halls were crowded. I was showing her my new dress that I had stored in my locker. This is the first time where I nearly became lucid. I started to wonder how I had the dress there while the dress was also at home. I simply dismissed it, thinking perhaps I had two of the same dress and I had forgotten.

Then I was in bible class at school, the classroom looked as it does in reality. I asked to go to the restroom, I went without having to fill out a pass. I got lost in the hallways, the school was like a maze suddenly and everything was more complex than reality. I came out at the west exit inside. Mrs. Landes was there, she passed by and said "You did well on your test." This is when I realized that I needed a shower. It was so ridiculously important, I absolutely needed a shower. I could feel that time was quickly passing and I was going to be in trouble for missing class. I almost, ALMOST became lucid here...My instincts were telling me to keep going and not stop to get a shower.

Abruptly, I was with my mom. I can't clearly recall where we were...But I think we were in the car on the way to New York City. I was crying and telling her how I missed all of my classes, since the day was now night, and my teachers were going to be angry.

Somehow, it turned back into day. This part is a bit blurry. I sort of remember being in the cafeteria of the Native American museum in Washington, D.C.. The next clear part is walking up a city street with Clare, my friend. A cathedral is in between buildings, it looks like it doesn't belong. I don't remember the rest, but I sort of think I may have woken up at this point.

And there we go. My first dream journal entry...It wasn't too bad.

I am sitting on the floor in a large white room and there is some workshop taking place. There are other people sitting on the floor too. We are all sitting in a circle. I have noticed a small metal box with some ornaments on its sides and X or O on each side too. The box is in the middle of the circle. there is RG sitting there too. I have e feeling that we are playing some kind of game, even though we are all still.

*this is all I remember.

★☆☆☆☆

01/01/11

"I'd like a triple Venti half-sweet white mocha, please," says the woman. Her curly brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she digs through her purse for change.

I nod absently, pick up my sharpie and mark the drink, putting it on the bar next to the other three drinks that have already been ordered. My hand scrapes against the white fabric and I pause, glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand. Two AM. Wait...

"What the fuck are you people doing in my house?" I mutter, shaking off the last fragments of the dream. Still half-asleep, I imagine that the customers are waiting impatiently in my living room. Irritated and disoriented, I curl up and try to go back to sleep.

Coffee. Scare Factor: 4.

And working New Years Day... what a nightmare.

In the part of this dream that I remember, I'm leaving work at a psychiatric ward (which was a former waking-life workplace for way too many miserable years) and I'm driving a Model T type early automobile, in the style of the era when they used to be actually called automobiles, or horseless carriages. Aidan is a patient in the hospital and I stumble across his records; he is from a very wealthy family who is keeping it quiet, and he is under the name Adam MacNeill.

(Triggers from waking life: I've been watching a lot of Road to Avonlea lately as a way of dealing with the stress of being home for Christmas with a real-life 21st-century family. There are a lot of those early cars in that show. Also, I'd noticed that there was a minor character named MacNeill, never seen, but named as the legal owner of Green Gables. I'd recognized that as one of the series' many sly nods to the author's estate: Lucy Maud Montgomery's grandmother, who was her legal guardian and who was by most accounts very strict and harsh with the young Maud, had been named Lucy Woolner MacNeill. I had had a conversation with my mother about my father's early-onset Alzheimer's and the fact that he is starting from an IQ well above normal, so his memory loss is not as easily noticed; I'd commented that in the patients I'd assessed, we had to start with a rough idea of their baseline IQ, and usually the professors or economists or others of that social class who were somehow in the public mental health care system (and very few were, as their families usually made private arrangements) were harder to flag as having memory difficulties needing attention, because their scores on the Wechsler Memory Test were usually at or above normal.)

I'm well aware that I have no business even being aware that Aidan is in need of care (although I kind of know that anyway), let alone that he's an inpatient. There is some kind of paperwork that needs to be completed and left on the supervising psychologist's desk before I drive off in my ahooga-mobile. This paperwork will mean I'll be fired when the supervisor gets around to reading it, but I leave in the car before he finishes his coffee. It's the end of the day anyway on a Friday and it's time I was driving off. (In the real-life job, there was a stretch where every Friday contained some kind of reason to worry all weekend about losing my job.) When I do drive off, I'm stopped at a turnstile on the way out and asked for change. I initially don't have it and will be unable to escape the hospital, but eventually I do find it and get out of there.

Cut to a wealthy neighbourhood. My mother, a young girl in her 20s, is there with her toddler. I am there with a camera to take photos, but she has quarrelled with the family in one of the houses there and wants to get the photos taken as furtively as possible in the nearby park on the swings. My job is to carry the camera.

(Real-life parallel: My 20-month-old nephew is here and, for his time with Grandma, who is ill, it is often my job (and my pleasure, so no problem there) to follow and fetch soothers and the like and to open the baby gate. In other words, I'm there to perform all the low-profile support tasks so Grandma can have her joyful time with her grandson. I figure I can always get my time.)

One of the families across the street in that wealthy neighbourhood is the MacNeill family. It is a huge house, tan-coloured, with quaint rustic white trim hanging down from its roof, like Rose Cottage in the Avonlea series.

Oh, I know too darn well that I need to make myself scarce when anywhere around the MacNeills!!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Well, new years eve was a fun night with some alcohol. Didn't dream very much, but the rebound effect kicked in during the last hour of sleep or so. A few pretty cool dreams is what I got.

03.15: Bedtime

14.00: Fragments
*I'm at a carnival. Almost every booth has some kind of shooting game. I walk around and just look at the different things to do.

*I can see two people from a book I'm reading. "A song of ice and fire". "I didn't know they looked like that... hmmm" I wonder as I inspect the two blonde siblings.

14.00: Winning big
I'm sitting infront of a jack vegas machine, playing some kind of five wheel game. It's going good and I win some money. Suddenly I get five symbols in a row. 1700 € I read. I turn around to the people next to me. "I just won a car" I say and smile. I continue on playing, and I raise the bet. 2.5 € per click. BAM! 80.000 €. "Holy shit!" I say to myself. I decide to get out of there before anyone spots me. I see a guy I know is a criminal. I walk as fast as I can towards the register. "Hi, can you check if I got any money on my card?" I ask the girl sitting there. She takes my card and swipes it. "Nope. Oh wait... Yeah it says you'll get 80k soon" she hands me the card and looks at me in awe. A guy from my previous class overheard. He tells everything to some guy next to him. I grab my carton of applejuice and walk out of there, anxious someone's going to steal my money.

14.00: Coral lake
I'm hanging on a coral wall above a large lake. I climb upside down and someone's next to me, asking me questions. I fall but I've got like strings coming from my body attached to the walls. I slowly lower myself down on a rocky shelf. I have the ability like those sea pirates in the "Pirates of the Caribbean". I can integrate myself with the coral and I tell the other person I have to regain health as I lie down and begin to sleep. I wake up after a while and take a look at the lake. It's got high walls of coral on every side and there are restaurants up on the walls. The restaurants looks like large mythical creatures, glowing in different colours. A dragon's mouth is the entrance and so on. Monica is next to me and she asks me which one we should go to.

She points at a large one at the bottom of the place, it looks regular from the outside. It's black and velvet and stretches into the wall. "I don't want to eat there, I don't like that place" I say and I know the restaurant is evil. We enter a sushi place. I get the feel everything's just a game. "Hey, they might have playing cards behind the counter" Monica tells me. I stretch over the counter where a robot is at and try to find some cards in the drawers. He tells me I can not do that. We decide to get something to eat. It's very expensive but Monica's buying.

A tiny mouse opens a door in the counter under me and tries to order food. I slam the door in his face. "Get in line!" I say. I decide to share a sushi plate with Monica and we seat ourselves at a table. While waiting for the food we get some shrimp to eat. I eat it all up. All of a sudden an old Japanese man sits down infront of us. He's some kind of master and I bow to him. "Itadakimasu!" he exclaims and grabs some chopsticks. "You have to have a silver knife fight" he tells me and Monica. I laugh and wave around with some silverware lying on the table. "No, a real silver knife" he tells me. Monica takes out a tiny silver knife with a very sharp edge. She starts cutting my arm and soon I have loads of tiny gashes. It doesn't hurt and I smile at her. She carves "M <3 M".

14.00: Rich bitch
I'm at a restaurant again. I can hear a trickle of small plastic things falling out of a bag. I look around and I spot a very expensively dressed woman. There's a hole in her bag and it's leaking pearls. They scatter all around and I scoop them up with my hands. Glass, dirt and gravel gets mixed up with everything as I pocket the pearls. They leave and I try to contact them on the phone. "We don't want your dirty help" they tell me in the phone and hangs up. I get pissed off. Suddenly I can see a naked girl standing infront of me. It's Victoria Silvfstedt and she's doing yoga. I walk up to her and oh my fucking god is she hot. Her tanned perfect body is amazing. Apparently we're together, she greets me with a smile as I rub my hand down her butt. "Not now honey, I'll just finish my exercise" she tells me. I walk away and look at her. I realise I'm dreaming but the dream fades.

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements before bed: Lots of alcohol

That's it! Too bad the last dream ended just as I became lucid. I won't count it as one as I only had the image of her for a few seconds when I started waking up. I did try to DEILD but I was on my back and I could feel saliva in my throat. Oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Happy New Year, everyone! I finally got an appreciable amount of sleep, even if I woke up quite a few times.

Here are some dream frags/segments from last night...I can't really recall much more than this, though I know there was a lot more.

Bold=Dream

I was telling my mom (I’m staying with my rents right now in waking life) that I was going to stay back at my apartment for the night, even though I had work early the next morning. She laughed knowingly when I told her this, but didn’t say anything. She knew I was going to stay with someone, which was, in fact, my plan. I was going to invite my friend, A, to spend the night. Before I fell asleep, I was actually thinking about this.

Woke up, couldn't go back to sleep for about an hour and a half. Finally went back so sleep.

I was in the mall.

Woke up again this morning, rolled over and went back to sleep. I remember this last dream being longer and pretty awesome, but I can only remember the last part.

I was watching a movie, but it wasn't like on a TV screen or at a theater. It overtook my vision, like I was in it, but just passively observing. It was a cross between Wayne’s World and Watchmen (I should add that I've never seen Watchmen in waking life). I had a sense that I had seen the movie before, and I knew what was going to happen. There was the end of a scene. It took place in a restaurant. There was a guy with a big, brown mullet, and it reminded me of Wayne's World. That's the only thing I remember about that scene. The next scene was lit in an ice blue and reminded me of Watchmen. I saw a zoom-in to a sheet of glass with a razor blade and a lot of cocaine on it. I started hearing a hard rock song about cocaine. Then, there was a slow zoom to a big metal door leading to some sort of garage or something. It was very steamy in the room. Then, I saw someone in a pickup truck, with the glass all messed up on the sunroof. I saw a face breathing heavy steam onto the messed up part of the glass. Then the scene zoomed out to the bed of the truck. I saw someone slink out of the back window in a very smooth, fluid motion. It was WakingNomad. He had been doing cocaine. He looked like his profile picture, which reminds me of an elf. He had the head of his profile pic and no shirt. He had leaves covering his crotch and legs like pants, and some going up his torso and onto his head. He had a devious-looking smile on his face, like he was up to something.

And that's all I can recall.

I know I had a lot more going on than what I recall in the dreams, but it's ok. I'm sure my recall will improve more with time, and I'll be able to get it back up to where it was when I originally joined DV 4 years ago.

So... first dream-bits of the new year.

1. Riding horses to pack down soil that was recently plowed up.

2. Eating entire bags of carrots and celery at a picnic because I didn't want a ham sandwich.

3. A strange version of Bejeweled keeps booting itself and my laptop up.

4. Finding our family's cat, Sophie, in a cabin at a national park that had evidence of a bear break-in.

5. Investigating a strange hotel where the exterior doors all lead to different dimensions. One of my expedition partners has a wolf on a leash. Near one of the doors, there's a falcon of some sort with a reddish-brown back sitting on a dead tree. I say something along the lines of "Hey, Mr. Falcon" and it perches on my arm. As we all head toward the door, I notice a hot orange glow through the cracks of the door. The wolf starts straying in the opposite direction while its handler tries to pull it back toward the door. I ask the falcon if it thinks going through the door is a good idea, and it responds negatively. So instead of exploring that part of the hotel, we end up eating falafel and scrambled eggs from a food cart.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I intended to become lucid the last day of the year, but sadly I didn't. I still had alot of dreams which will have to do.

03.00: Bedtime

6.31: Fragments
*I'm having sex with Monica. It feels great, but neither one of us gets to climax before the dream fades.

*Akono is talking on the DV chat. He lists me and a few other DG's and tells us something about "building it up"

*My family's got a tiger as a pet apparently. It's as big as their current dog which is a rotweiler. "Something will go wrong one day" I say and watch the tiger jump around and play like a normal cat.

10.45: Plane crash
I'm standing close to the centre of my hometown with a few people, including my brother Martin. We're not doing anything in particular when suddenly we can hear a plane. It sounds as if it's about to crash nearby, the sound is deafening. A second later we can hear the crash and me and Martin starts running up the street. Going downhill now we arrive at an intersection. A huge jet engine flies past us. "Hide!" I yell at him as I hide behind a few bushes. The military starts running past us and I can hear people yelling all over the place. The wind picks up and it's gotten dark all of a sudden. Martin tells me to follow him as he heads for some bushes.

We start crawling in this very claustrophobic tunnel. All around me is thorny bushes, underneath is fresh dirt. We crawl in the tunnel for a long time, always switching the tiny, weak flashlight and a camera of some kind. Martin tells me to stop screwing around and focus. I spot a single piece of grass in the bushes, glowing light blue. I eat it up and it gives me strength. After some time we are finally out of the tunnel. We're on a backyard driveway. Getting into a van we try to escape. The road is very narrow because a truck is parked right there. I can hear the bushes getting torn up on my side. Martin drives the car out of the lot and away. I look in the mirror and I notice we've ripped off a large branch off of a currant bush and dropped it infront of the house. I start worrying we'll get caught.

10.45: Fragment
*I'm with my uncle in a boat. There's another one following us as we just go around aimlessly. I throw a net in and an orange ball.

12.00: Weird...
I'm watching a movie with a few whales swimming around. They are visiting different places and jump over rocks and stuff. I recognise one place all of a sudden and I tell Monica it's our place. On land I can see several small mining shafts, and the rock around them has been cut and shaped into rectangles. Like pyramids or something. Suddenly I'm there. I walk around and inspect them all. I spot a few blocks of gold and I wonder why they don't build a goldmine there. "It wouldn't be profitable" I hear. I spot the remainings of an old cut down tree. Embedded in it is alot of gold. I touch the decaying tree stump. Two people appear on benches nearby.

They're writing some kind of test and I go up to them and look at it. It's the math B test. It looks very hard. I start walking down a corridor that appeared just like that. One of the girls starts walking with me, I recognise her as an old classmate I had when I was a kid. "Was the test hard?" I ask her, then immediatedly "Oh that's right, it depends on how you are as a person". We enter a classroom and I spot a coffee machine. The filter is fucked up so I correct it and grab a cup of coffee. I get a mouthful of ground coffee beans and I almost puke.

I gag on the coffee and spit it out in the paper bin. It takes me a while to clear my entire mouth. Suddenly I spot a guy sitting on a table, he looks frightened. I start reading on some kind of bucket. I don't remember what I read but the text was disturbing. "They will come for us" he tells me. A doctor enters the room. I fall down and try to crawl away from him on my back. He jumps up and puts his first foot on my knee, then his other on the other one. He does the same when I move back the first knee. "Okay, okay! I give up" I say. I realise I have no chance against a Kung-Fu master anyways. He wants to give me a shot and I pull up my sleeve.

Holding my other hand around my bicep, I pump blood into the arm. He positions the needle just below my hand on the vein. With a quick motion he pierces my skin. I think all is well, it barely hurt at all. He pulls the needle out again and tells me he has to redo it. This time he jabs it in the vein at an angle, and this time it hurt alot. I can tell the needle went too far and he pulls it out again. Again I am stabbed in the vein and I can see the sadistic look in his eyes. I am too scared to complain. With a pulling motion he rips the vein completely open. There is no blood. A last stab right down in my arm and I wake up.

12.00: Cutting in line
I'm in a queue with alot of other people. It takes forever for it to move, but after a while I am inside a room. Some guy with short hair starts pushing his way through the crowd, cutting in line. I let him go past and I can do nothing but shake my head. Three more people do the same, his friends obviously and I get pissed off. When we finally enter the room I turn to my friend Felix. "Isn't it ironic how someone as intelligent as me gets pushed around by a monkey?" he laughs at it all. We're all positioned at different rows with computers. I end up in the row furthest away from the door.

12.00: Mean relatives
I'm with my relatives in a room. All the grown ups are having a discussion about intelligence and maturity. They start slandering me and telling me I am a kid in a man's body. I get pissed off and is about to leave when I accidentaly break their staircase. I grab the piece that flew off and try to fix it. One of them starts talking to me and I have a long discussion with her about how I have matured since school. "You guys have this imagine of me, from like seven years back" I say.

14.00: Acrobats
I'm with my brother Martin once again and we're climbing on a large tree trunk scaffold thingy out in the water. At every intersection we do acrobatics. There are two more guys behind us, doing the exact same thing. After a while I hear a splash. I look behind me and the guy who fell in the water is already up climbing again. "Hurry up before the cops show up!" I yell at them. We get off the thing and jump in the water. I get up on the dock and can see something huge move around under the water. "Hey! There's something under you" I say and everyone gets up on the dock.

The creature moving around never reaches the surface though, and I decide to chase it. I grab a tree branch and jump down in the water. Holding the branch under me, I start jumping up and down. The momentum makes me splash around and gain speed. I am soon riding around on the surface with the branch under me. Fish starts jumping and I grab one. I get up on the dock again and inspect it. It looks very weird with an oval mouth, and only one crooked tooth in there. "It's a Bellyfish" a guy tells me. He squeezes it and roe starts coming out of its mouth. "See?" I start thinking. "That roe has probably already been fertilized, as it's autumn" They all agree.

14.00: Dressing room at work
I'm in the dressing room at work. A guy is standing next to the sink and I walk up to it to rinse my face with water. He grabs my head and starts talking about fingers and shit. He tries to put soap in my eye. I refuse to take his shit and grab his finger. Bending it I watch him squirm. "Okay okay! I give!" he tells me. He won't fuck with me anymore. Alot more people show up, girls and guys. No one is naked though. My boss comments on my weak figure. I flex a bit and show him I still got some muscles. Another guy comes up to me. "I can tell you've been at the gym this morning, working on your back are you?" he asks me smile. Asshole.

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! I've recorded all my dreams so far this year, and this is what I came up with in the end:

Dreams: 639
Lucids: 44

Next year I aim for 1000 dreams and 70 lucids. I know I can do it as I took a few months break this year. I will try not to slack off next year though.

Happy New Year! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Slept a little last night, but for some reason, I didn't sleep very well, and was very restless. I even took 2 melatonin to try to help. Bleh, one would think that a night of no sleep would cause you to pass out the next night. Not the case with me, apparently. Yay sleeping problems! -_-

Anyway, here are some fragmented dreams from last night. I know there was more to them then what I have, but oh well. I did my best.

My choir teacher from last semester was teaching a different class, no idea what class. I was in the classroom, sitting at a desk you'd find in a middle/high school (the ones with the little baskets under the tops for books and such). The room seemed dimly lit, and the carpet was dark blue. She was giving us some sort of assessment test. I didn't remember the material or what it was over, but I wasn't prepared for it. I took it and handed it in. She graded them, and when she handed mine back, she told me I had made the highest grade. I looked at it, and I had made a 2.9/3.0. I had only missed something by a tenth of a point. I was very, very surprised. She was very impressed, and said "Krista, I would love to be your pastor." I found this to be a little off, but I just went with it, since in waking life she also directs a church choir. She was beaming when she said this. She was wearing an off-white shirtt.

Then I was in and out of restless sleep for awhile. Finally went back to sleep at some point during the tossing and turning and had another dream.

I dreamed that someone, I think my friend C, was staying the night with me, though I have no idea where we were. I just know it was dark in the room. The same part kept repeating, with us waking up at 10:00am to the alarm on my cellphone. Every time, I was very groggy upon waking.

I'm not sure if this is from the same dream, but I was in a museum of some sort, and there was a display of a guy in a glass box laying down with a bed slowly crushing him. I was with a group. There was a bar on the bed that kept going through his neck. It looked like it was going to sever his head, but I never saw it do so. It always came pretty close. He was terrified and in pain. You could see the terror on his face. He kept trying to stop the bed, but it kept coming down on him. There was no blood, but I could clearly see the muscles inside of his neck. On top of the box, there was either a picture or a statue depicting a shriveled, dark body of what looked like a child covered in blood with a huge shard of sheet metal in his neck. The picture/statue was not detailed in the face. The display was something that was supposed to warn people that beds can act as sharp metal and to be cautious...something along those lines. I kept seeing the box and the statue over and over again. I thought the display was terrible.

More restlessness, then I dreamed I was in my family's kitchen, and I was standing beside my mom, who was washing dishes and watching the little mini-TV that's attached to the top of one of the cabinets. In the dream, my mom had been an actress in a lot of plays and movies, but she no longer did it. I was jealous of her, because acting is something I've always wanted to do, but have never been able to get the hang of. I was also happy for her though. I saw flashes of her in movies, doing a great job. Then, something about Justin Bieber (lolz), though it didn't really resemble him. He had freckles everywhere, and his hair was very dark, I'd say almost black, and he had a bowl cut. His arms and legs were also very hairy (yay puberty!). He was with a friend of mine, not sure who. They were in the top floor of a house that was on a small cliff right next to the ocean, though there was no beach around. The sun was setting, and there were many pinks and oranges in the sky. I met Justin Bieber, and had a little conversation with him. I talked to him a couple of times in the dream, though I don't remember exactly what was said. I told my friends I had met Justin Bieber. At some point, I was with my friend MK, and we were in one of my friend's houses. He pulled out one of those containers that come full of blank CDs or DVDs, but there were no CDs or DVDs in it. It was full of weed. I knew my friend MK didn't like weed, so I told her we didn't have to stay, but she said it was ok. I don't ever remember smoking the weed.

And that's all I remember really. I actually tried to WILD last night, and I got very close, but as soon as I started to feel the onset of sleep paralysis, I got excited and then I heard a sound come from upstairs, so I lost it. I will say that my recall is improving. Ever since I came back to DV, I've been remembering more and more dreams. What's funny is I used to have little to no trouble remembering dreams before I started college. Then life happened I suppose, heh.

I was at a dance recital. I, along with some other older girls, were there to accept an appreciation award while the younger ones danced. The room looked like something from this elementary school near me. It was a cafeteria with a stage in it. Everyone was seated in bleachers. I was sitting with some friends, but then decided to sit with my ex Mat. After a few minutes he gently grabbed my hair in the back of my head. Then he put his arm around me. I told him, "Stop. I have a boyfriend." He didn't say anything, but when I tried to pull away, he wouldn't let go.

American Psycho Playground
0524: I am in what seems to be a school playground in the middle of nowhere. Sandboxes, grassy areas, pull-up bars, chain-link fences, and so on. Christian Bale from American Psycho is here, chasing me and other people. Somehow he gets stabbed and falls to the ground. He calls an ambulance. The rest of us run and hide behind cover. He can't move but he's still throwing sharp things like knives and and pencils. One almost hits me. He is covered in blood. I'm not very afraid though. Just cautious to dodge the projectiles.

short WBTB, just long enough to drink a glass of water with a B-complex supplement

fragment
In bed, notice the nearby electrical outlet. It's making a noise like running water. I remove the plug from the top outlet and move it to the bottom, thinking that will somehow help.

fragment
My mother is in the next room. I overhear her talking to herself. She says that I was talking in my sleep.

Vivid Lucid With Some Tasks
Method DILD (prospective memory), DEILD
Lucidity B
Vividness A
Control B
1134: Begin recall in my bathroom. The light is off and the door is open. Dim morning light coming through my bedroom window. I remember my own advice to look at my hands and count my fingers. At first they appear normal but I stare at them for a moment. A finger on my left hand starts to look distorted and wavy. Bingo, I must be dreaming. I also notice the orientation of the bathroom is backwards compared to the real one.

I walk out the bathroom, through my bedroom, and on into the living room. There I see my father laying on the ground between the couch and coffee table. He's wrapped in a robe, like he's sick. I ask him a question, but move on. I peek in my roommate's room, but he's not there. I haven't stopped to think of a plan, so I'm just wandering aimlessly.

I exit the front door and find myself in an unfamiliar stairway. I go down one flight and pass by two young women. I think I said to them: "Oh, you're pretty, and so are you." They are carrying piles of clothes. I reason that they are moving in to the building. I stop on the landing of the floor below. It's covered with boxes and more clothes everywhere. I say aloud: "Wow, this place is really messy." Then I think: Wait, this is my place. It is my own dream in my own mind. Maybe the mess is symbolic. I pick up some of the clothes to get a closer look. They are actually neatly folded. I say aloud: "I guess I like my place like this." I'm not sure what I meant by that.

Now I exit the building and find myself in yet another unfamiliar setting. The building I was in is at the top of a rather steep hill. I am looking down a narrow street that goes down the hill with buildings, trees, and alleys on either side. It's only wide enough for foot traffic, no cars. I'd guess it looks a bit like San Francisco more than Los Angeles. Anyway, it's bright day and many people are on the street, going in and out of shops and sitting at cafe patio tables.

About half way down the hill, there is an awning that catches my attention. I think to fly and land on it. I start to fly but sputter and lose height. I land under the awning. I sit down at a cafe patio table. Also at the table is a young man with dark brown "bedhead" hair and a scraggly beard. In a hip way, not an ugly way. He's holding an Amazon Kindle. He's talking to a nearby waitress. Neither of them see to notice my presence.

Dream fades. I DEILD back.

I'm back at the same cafe patio. The man with the Kindle stands up and walks away, never having noticed me. I stand up and now have more lucidity and control. I walk to the middle of the street and look around, thinking of what to do. I'm a bit distracted as I notice a older woman standing at a podium nearby. Maybe the hostess of a restaurant. Or maybe she's selling something. I snap back into focus and remember a few tasks. Meditate. Hmm. Risky. I decide I'm not ready for that. Laugh. I can do that. I enjoy a big loud "HA HA HA!" in the middle of this busy street. Everyone stops and turns to look at me. The noisy chatter turns dead quiet. Am I embarrassed? No, surprisingly.

Now I have everyone's attention. What next? Cry and pick a fight. Not sure why I thought of these two things together. I look around the crowd and pick out the biggest, meanest guy. He's a tall, wide, Samoan-looking guy. I look up at him and taunt him with a childish "Boo hoo!" crying gesture. Then I punch him in the face with a right hook. He punches back but I block with my left arm and counter with another right. He tries a few more times but I block and counter-punch again and again. He swings once more, loses his balance and falls. I place one leg on him, like I'm posing on top of a mountain.

I start to think what to do next, but the dream fades.

12/30/10 - Bizzare Jungle, Remote Control
Dream Non-dream Lucid

Not really sure what happened exactly. I was in this weird jungle/forest, where my dream self thought to have spent the previous summer. There were some weird and exotic animals there; the one I remember most is a leopard, but it's almost like I was the leopard...

I remember another bit. I was with some animals I don't quite remember, but am pretty sure included a monkey and bird. We were running across something like a long tree, fallen sideways across water... The tree went on as far as I could see, as did the water. We were running to retreave a remote control from some other, less friendly animals.

I wish I could remember more.
Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember a dream or two from that same jungle. Something about fairies, and another involving ancient cursed runes.

At a bar some guy goes to the hospital, there was suspicion of why he had to go, maybe he a was poisoned
Something about getting a job, reading something about planning school

Hmm I feel like I didn't really get into a deep sleep last night my room was really bright and the phone kept ringing, I'm gonna see if a sleep mask might help out.

Side Note: Missed 31 doors

So, I'd like to point out that I had a particularly stressful night last night, and I think it played as a factor in me not remembering the details of my dreams last night.

I was at this fair type thing, except there was only this fat lady standing by a game an a ginormous box of unicorn cotton candy and some weird machine type thing. I remember people with luggage trying to get onto this lift/gondola/cabriolet type thing, and I remember it looking different throughout the dream. I tried to grab some cotton candy while on the lift thing once, and I remember people lining up for miles it seemed trying to get on this lift. I wish I remember more because it was quite the dream...