lucid

I was inside a school but i don't remember if i was working there or just attending. I also have a feeling there was an African american man who got mad to me but....Oh yeah.... I just remembered something. Lets skip the school part than.

I was taken to a room that had dimensional doors by a boy who reminded me of my younger brother. There I was suppose to find a way to level up but than my dad entered the place mad,telling me how I didn't eat my waffles. I didn't want to finish them because i wasn't in the mood for a sweet breakfast and looking around i still had to find my destined door. Jumping around I also noticed baby pigs hanging around the wooden flooring of the dimensional place.

I than looked at father who pouted and said that God wasn't going to help me because it was my fault. I told him I already knew that and looked at the necklace filled with hearts. I wanted to hide the smaller hearts in the bigger heart but decided that i was playing around too much with it.


Next thing I know I'm at a historical church like building with kids playing around and talking. I'm also a little girl and end up following them. But than the grown ups grab our attention and we follow them outside the building to a park like green area.

I take interest in how the setting looks like. Than I look over at the blue/gray church like building and admire its design. I than look at the park like place as i'm walking and thinking about how dream memories can be altered to feel like you've been somewhere before. However, I don't think too much about it because a boy starts tossing rocks somewhere and tells me to follow him inside. When we arrive inside there are grown women talking about something and I see a tall man wearing a swordsman like suit walking inside.

I find him cool looking and as the older people are talking I grab him and show him somewhere else. People start wondering where I went than I hold the guy so he doesn't leave.
It than becomes a drama scene where the older women suspect him of child manipulation. He trys to explain but I kiss him. He still manages to break free and try to explain what happened though.


Once again the dream shifts and i'm in my older brother's room with family members from my mothers side and were all holding a bible. Supposedly we had just come back to worship God again from being lazy. But even when were there we seem not to be paying full attention to studying. I than notice a rose on my book and begin to play with it as people talk casually about something. But than a lady notices and points out how careless i was to mess with the rose that was starting to wilt.

I got up and decided to go since i felt like i had been there for a while and ended up in the backyard. I found a boy there and told him to come back inside. He said ok but than i saw what looked like a spirit of a girl, shouted for him to run inside, than ran myself.

Somehow I ended up inside the bathroom though looking at different sinks with soap at different corners. There was a voice of a girl saying how she rubbed a girl's face too hard with soap. I laughed a bit though at how dum the other girls were to let someone wash their face with soap like a massage. Than it occurred to me that i had to get out of the house because i wanted to go somewhere else.

I ran upstairs and was grabbed by a outline of a girl dc and ended up pushing her. Trying to leave with the thought of intent but failed to leave the house because i ended up warping back downstairs and than waking up.

After writing down the dreams from earlier I took a nap. Note: The dreams from earlier happened in five hours, and the nap occurred ninety minutes later.

I don't suppose that I have been working hard enough to set a lucid dream intention, because even though I had a LD it was disappointing, in a way. Almost because of my nightmarish personality in it, and not because I didn't get done what I wanted to (I can do that good stuff tomorrow).

I'm not sure how I became lucid; all I know is that I was in the dream and just was. In the dream my mother, Dakota, and Jon all lived together (which is correct). I was in my bedroom doing . . . something, but then the rest of them all went with one of Mama's co-workers for their birthday party. When they were leaving out I looked out a window and Dakota had nailed a fake book to his finger (it was like a piece of jewelry, so imagine it like a very little book that was a ring) and wrote a long message on the ground. I don't remember what it was, but I remember that Jon was telling him he should probably be really careful to make sure that the "ring" didn't get infected.

When they were gone I proceeded to choke a cat. Seriously. The poor kitty was terrified but I kept going . . . and then when I guess it just got too scared for me and I felt guilty I turned it into my own dog and kept holding him. He was scared, too, but I kept trying to hold him and comfort him. It worked a little bit, but not much.

I believe it was at that point when I wasn't quite sure if I was dreaming anymore. I knew all of that had been real, but I wasn't sure if I had woken up. The more I walked around, however, the heavier I felt, and the more convinced I became that I was indeed still dreaming.

I went back into my room to put on a skirt so I could be a whore outside ???????, but instead I went into the girl's bathroom. It was fairly big and was more like the kind of bathrooms that schools and Wal-Mart have. There was a sign at the door that was written to parents about their children acting up, but I didn't pay too much attention. My mother called me, and so I woke up.

I'm at some sort of retreat, and I'm on a break outdoors, spending some time by myself. A van with a logo painted on the side stops at the side of the road, and I walk up to ask what's wrong. The driver says that he's making a delivery to the local Co-op, but he can't find it. I look over the hill in a couple of directions, and, as it's a dream, the Co-op appears on the horizon. I point it out to him and he moves on.

In a hall made of stone from the floor to the ceiling, Dumbledore gives instructions about the tournament. At the beginning of each round, we pick an element, and then we have to use that element in a free-for-all to tag the other players. If you're tagged, you're out of the round.

I start the first round with a more difficult element that I'm used to (air, I think). I'm mostly focusing on complicated defensive uses of the power, and I'm out of the round fairly quickly. Irritated, I prepare for the second round, bringing up a wall of flame.

I'm visiting the IT department, and I realize that they actually have a desk for me there. I tell them that I've had a desk upstairs for some time, and that I'm actually leaving the company in a week (in 2013), so they can probably give the desk to someone else. The desk has years-old mail that's been waiting for me, so I start going through it.

There's a certain type of fight that exists in fiction just to show off how overpowered the major players of a setting are, compared to the main character. This is one of those fights: Maleficent versus Dumbledore. Only... Dumbledore hasn't shown up, and I'm the only one standing in her way. I drop my hands to the side, palms up, and burn with power, until suddenly I'm Maleficent as well. (I have a moment where I go through: wand, wandless, crook staff, staff with bobble on the end—perfect.) I bang the staff into the concrete, sending up a shockwave at my opponent, and twirl the staff around into a ready pose, lime-green light streaming from the tip. Bring it.

My brother talks me into following him to a pool, but it turns out that once you've entered the pool area, you can never leave. I walk calmly over to one of the glass windows, face it squarely, and punch it. A crack appears in the safety glass. I punch it again, and again, until we're running over the roof of a park canteen/cafeteria to get away.

I realize that I forgot to post in the class discussion forums this week to get my participation mark (even though the class is over...)

I've left my glasses somewhere, but I know that searching for them the traditional way in a dream is a lost cause. "Accio, glasses," I say, and they fly into my hand from wherever they were hiding.

Dream 1

I was with a girl in a really dark place. I was trying to type in the password to her computer, and I figured it out. Also there was a mansion somewhere, with a huge atrium. That's all I remember.

Dream 2

I was in college high school, where it was sort of like high school in that everything was in one building, but it was also like college in that everyone could choose to go to class at different times or not at all. I remember one of the people I went to high school with (he was also possibly a nazi, but he didn't really do much as one). After one of our classes together, he invited me to go smoke weed with him and his buddies. I said yeah. He gave me his number and said he would give me more details about it later. I then started walking to a town farther than my weed-buddy's condo (i think it was one). It was downtown of a town, and there were lots of stores and crap there. There was also a big tower that looked like the one in Seattle. Eventually, my weed-buddy texted me back to be there at five. I realized I had a class at that time and said I'd be there anyway.

I remember it almost being five and walking back to his condo. I went in and found him in the lobby or something. There were a few girls with him (one of them from my college hall irl, I'll call her V). We all went up to our friend's place after talking a bit and started smoking weed and drinking a bit of alcohol (possibly). Later on, we all started talking about having sex (in an orgy). Soon, we did have an orgy, but I never took my pants off. I then started 69ing V, with my pants still not off.... Later, after the sex, we went to a party in a lounge, and I told someone I never had a girl touch me. Then a girl with glasses and a blonde ponytail said she would give me a handjob, and she did. It felt good.

Later at this party, there were a shit ton of people. Everyone got drunk and we all started playing that game where the floor is hot lava, and we were jumping on couches and what-not. After the party was over the next morning, I needed to find my school stuff, and I asked a guy where it was. He responded with hostile remarks and said that "I wasn't good at 'floor-lava.'" I then became semi-lucid for a few seconds and said "die." I threw a couch at him, and he flew away from being hit by a couch. I was sucked back into the dream, forgetting it was a dream, and was transported to the principle's office. I was telling him about the incident. The end.

I found myself in my father room seeing the video game called tomb raider playing. I decided to stop watching and get off the bed to see my brother not too far. Before I could ask him anything the room got a bit darker and I could tell someone else wasn't too far from me. I turn around and could see a boy in a dark blue hoodie walking about with no a type of mask. I look to my brother direction and ask him could he see this child as his attention appear to remain focus on me. He replies with a no, this made me question myself. I started saying I must be hallucinating as my body began getting a weird sensation. Suddenly I got push out of my dream body but someone who also appear to be me. My mother looking to be asleep then appear out of thin air and was sitting in a chair at the back of the room. This other me knocks her to the floor before I could regain control of the dream body. My mother irriated had awoken and tells my brother to leave me on the floor as they both walk away. I wake up soon after.

So I've been trying out DEILD again
This time I feel I've got a better way to learn it though
Dunno wtf is up with me and premature awakenings lately... Also I got lazy and waited till this afternoon to journal it so my record sucks :/

Lucidity: 6/10
Control: 6/10
Vivacity: 8/10

I'm unsure of what the first part of the dream was about, or why I became lucid... but I do a finger counting RC and become lucid. I'm in front of a park, behind a tall, black metal fence. By my side is a redhead girl, she's got her hair in a pony tail. In front of me is a kid jumping up and down the fence, sticking some kind of small high tech device onto the fence. He gives me a familiar impression... like he was my kid or my past self, or something. I try to talk to him but he keeps sticking those things on the fence... so, using a small blast of telekinesis, I shoot them off. He starts flying around and I say,
"I can fly too, you know!"
And I start using my (now usual) technique to fly a bit; I can't do it nearly as well as I would like to, however. I was planning on catching him in flight but it seems like that won't happen so as I struggle to fly, I throw my hand towards him and blast him into a tree with telekinesis. I land onto the fence and there, I prepare for a good fight. With both of my hands I do a waving motion at my hip's height, creating some fire which burns around my arms. But before I can do anything else, off course, I wake up.

I'm at home and there are people inside the house. I enter the house and go to this room where there are things all over the floor, like someone were in a hurry and just abandoned them there. I look outside through a door (which in real life is actually a window) and everybody is walking back and forth in a transe state, so I know instantly that they are zombies.
I turn back and go quickly outside. As I reach the porch I instantly know that I'm dreaming. As usual, for some reason, instead of focusing and stabilizing the dream, I start to jump around trying to be airbourne so I can fly. I almost make it the first time, but then I think "okay just let me check my fingers then", I look at my hand and there are so many fingers, like 10 or so, I start to count them but stop at the count of 7. Then I look at the entrance gate and start running towards it, maybe with speed I can get in the air. As I start running I get the impression that there's someone (probably a zombie) behind me, but I manage to jump over the gate and here we go! I'm flying over fields and even though the flight isn't very stable (I almost go against the tree tops) it's the longest I've ever been in the air. I try to get more speed but it's not going very good. Far ahead I see these hills with big letters on them. I notice the first is an H and I instantly know it's Hollywood. Why? I don't know, it's not a place I'm excited to explore in the dreamworld.
Now I start hearing this noise that keeps coming and going, and then I'm suddenly in bed and that noise is my nose whistling everytime I exhale. xD

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

I waited too long to write this up, completely forgot as I got caught in the hustle bustle of the day >_<

Dream 1 - Trapped by a plant skirt
I remember I was in a school, it seemed to be in a gymnasium. Most of this dream I forgot but I ended up in a room and there was a girl in her school uniform that I was friends with, but she decided to play a joke on me. Her skirt turned into a plant, the hem extended down and then incased me. I seemed to remember getting let out and she was enjoying teasing me or something.

Dream 2 - Lucid on the roof (#13 more lucids to go until I've met my quota)
I remember being at my parents house when I realised it was a dream. I was out on the driveway facing the house when I looked at my hands. I walked forward towards the maple tree by the fish pond with the intention of 'testing' to see if I was dreaming. I placed my hands on the tree and willed it to go... Which it did, it grew smoothly into the air with me holding on. I then stepped onto the roof and walked forward a bit. I noticed how calm I was, the dream felt stable. I knew I had been dreaming for a while before becoming lucid so I figured I would wake up soon (this seems to be the case a lot of the time for me). At some point I had a banana which is the same one I have in my own house at the moment. In the dream it was slightly different though, like I had taken it out of the freezer and thawed it out. Its core was slightly colder, and it had a long bruise-line down its length. I bit into it a bit with the intention of discovering more about my sense of taste in the dreamworld. It was pretty interesting... I felt the cold and crystalline crunch of the interior mix with the softer smooth exterior... The taste was bang on and there was even that slight aftertaste lingering in my mouth for a few seconds. I threw the banana away and I can't recall what happened next.

Dream 3 - Getting changed
I seem to remember being in changing room thinking about what shirt to wear. A couple friends were with me. I then also presented my student ID card and the cashier gave me a ticket to some kind of event called 'lava flow'... I had a friend with me that wanted to go but he/she (can't remember) didn't have an ID card.

Dream 4 - Beat up an old pal
There are two groups of people in the area each living in a separate house. My group decided to surprise the other group with a fun game of tag, but like a warfare variant where you pretend to stab people or shoot them O_o. I think it's night time when we head over and start running around wreaking havoc, but they were apparently already playing a different game when we get there. I don't know where the rest of my group is and I'm in a dark hallway. I spot a girl running out and I 'pretend stab' her with an invisible knife. She seems confused as fuck. I realize just how awkward the situation actually is when they have no idea what's going on. I then ponder why the rest of my group hasn't made an impact yet and spread the word that the game is on... I decide to go look for them and turn left, opening a door to a well-lit room. As I walk in a spot my group all tied up together. I approach them and say something like "Hey girls" (even though they're all guys). My friend Daniel has these glittery hats on and I realize that they've had glitter and lipbalm put on them by the girls in this group... I notice that my comment probably offended them, Daniel just stands up and leaves without saying anything. I get a bit pissy when a different Daniel shows up and starts making out with his boyfriend (he's gay IRL so no surprises there). They were doing FAR too much in front of everyone and it just seemed rude, like they were just going at it in more than a few ways O_O. It pissed me off so much that I decided to smack some sense into him. I can't remember exactly what I did but I did something which took the whole scene too far. I suddenly felt like the bad guy in all this mess and just felt really down about it.

In my dream I am feeling powerful but yet I am an observer. I see someone ahead of me with like a knife or something about to go through a door.

Wondering if I actually did anything in my short lucid what level of lucidity I would have been at.
I went to bed before 12am and a couple of hours later at about 12am I dreamt this.

From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire...

Infiltrating a sorority/fraternity and it's terrible. And my female SHIELD agent is covering for the fact that Captain America is terrible at undercover work.

Now I'm part of a group of three people who are living semi-harmoniously in an older part of town. We have some interesting projects on the go, like improving playgrounds and adding giant transparent red walls to sidewalks so that people have to zigzag through.

I'm looking through a catalogue that has sheaths for ritual daggers that are being advertised pinned to the pages. There are daggers for earth, air, fire and water, and unsurprisingly I'm interested in the fire one.

And then I remember that I already have a ritual dagger. I turn it over in my hand. The blade is pure silver in the dream, unlike the real one.

I'm walking down a road, trying to find my way back to the original path.I know that if it takes too long to get back, I'll lose the thread of the dream, so I hold out a hand to the end of the street and soar towards it.

The street I want to take is the second from the end, but I can't find it, because the second path is now an alley that goes into someone's backyard. I follow the path and find a raspberry bush, and I look around for a basket. I decide that there will be one on the deck when I go to find it, but there's only a box that holds some kindling. I empty out the kindling onto the pile of smaller pieces of wood.

I look around and see an old, dying tree, and all I can notice is that the branches are so dead that they'd make great kindling for the cabin owner's fire.

There are workmen in the backyard. Apparently there are signs saying that they'd be in the area.

I'm Dean Winchester now. Sam and I know that when you get caught somewhere, you pretend that you belong there, so we approach the workmen and strike up a conversation.

They're vampires, as it turns out.

There's a fight.

I drive a stake into one man's chest—

wait, that's zombies in this universe

—and my silver dagger appears in my hand. I swing it around and slice into the vampire's neck as I throw my weight forward. The vampire stumbles, still off-balance from the stake, and I'm behind him, slicing into his throat and grabbing at his hair so that I can fully behead him.

(There's an argument as to whether this works according to the rules of the game. I win.)

There are bodies all over the back yard, now. We're going to have to burn them.

I grab wood from the shed out back and set to covering our dead vamps with lumber and kindling. I'm lighting the shed itself on fire when I hear a shout.

The man who appears was a friend of John Winchester's, and he's angry that his property is going up in flames.

I'm trying to choke him out without killing him. He struggles, and it's not working, but then he changes tactics and tries to grab at my ears and pull.

I decide that it's a trope of the genre that you can hit someone over the head and knock them out without being at risk of killing them, so one of us hits him over the head with the butt of a rifle.

Fire burns, and the old tree from earlier provides us with as much kindling as we need. I go over to the cabin, and realize that there's meat drying in the racks along the outside wall. My stomach churns as I realize that it's cursed all to hell—I don't want to think about what kind of meat has gone into the ground meat patties that are sitting on the rack, but there's a telltale haze of angry spirits hanging around the meat. Somehow, at least one of them is an ancient, powerful indigenous spirit, how the fucking hell...

I set it all on fire.

A blonde, average-sized woman with curly hair enters the yard, looking curious. "What's going on?" she asks, looking genuinely curious.

Because all we need is another civilian to knock out and haul away before they die of smoke inhalation.

"Ma'am," I start—

She looks past me. "You know, certain spirits are actually freed when you burn them."

Witch, I think. Of the Supernatural-style variety. I run forward, brandishing my knife, and she laughs as I plunge it into her chest. Light explodes from the place where the knife stabbed into her, and she soars up into the sky, a being of pure white light and destruction.

I turn around to deal with the spirit, and I think I'm calling up an explosion of—hellfire, soulfire?—and it's enveloped completely.

My long black cloak trails out behind me as I crash into the other witch, tearing into her. I snarl as I grab part of her cloak—pull it away with part of her essence as a ripping, tearing noise fills the air—and shoot past her. There are three of us, beings of darkness and the night, tearing through the sky and tearing into the thing of light that wants only to destroy.

Darkness can be a force for good in the world just as light can, and both can snuff out life as well as they can extend it. All we need—I think, flying at the other witch—is for some idiot to think that the good guy is being outnumbered here just because they're burning with Light.

Before sleeping I had pratically nothing to do with anything concerning Tupac. Although this dream really did sent chills through.)

During the beginning of this dream, I had arrived at this small house. For some reason it seemed like I had family that lived there or I was visiting someone. As I walked into the house, I was greeted by few people, their faces I cannot remember, but this was the point where it seemed like I was able to pretty much control what I could do and say. I walked around a bit, passing through the living room. Though no one was in there at the time, I felt a pull towards staying in there. After making my way into the kitchen and a few of back bedrooms, searching for something, I was back in the living room. As I passed in front of the couch, was pulled down onto the floor. It just so happened that it was Tupac. He had been laying there watching the t.v. I looked up at him and grabbed his cheeks, staring at him for a minute as if I couldn't believe he was actually there. Although, that's where I realized it was a dream. I ended up sighing softly and looked away, him tilting my chin up. That's when I spoke, saying, "I know you're not real, but why do you keep popping up in my head?" He simply laughed and replied, "Because, sweetheart, I'm coming back. Infact, I'll be back soon. Just keep your eyes open." I woke up after that. Sadly. I absolutely love his smile so it just kind of felt like I was ripped away when I wasn't ready. I just wish I knew what the heck it all meant.

Note:
- I can't quite remember what order everything was in... but I'll go with my gut.
- As soon as the "lucidity" kicks in, I feel like it was fake. Like the lucidity was part of the dream and not really my conscious.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at some store (my brain tells me it's Ollie's) with my family. I round a corner and see this girl who I pseudo-broke-up with a long time ago (long story).
[Note: The day before, she'd shot me a pleasant look when I coincidentally saw her]
She sees me, and acknowledges me, not saying anything. Immediately, the awkwardness sets in, and I make my way out of the store. However, I hear her say under her breath something to the effect of: "There he goes again, saying nothing..."
This gave me the courage to turn around and go up to her.
I say, "Hey... How've you been?"
She looks down and says, "Pretty good... you?"
"Same." I say. There's this aura of wanting to reconcile, when she says:
"Do you want to make some plans?"
And I say "Yes."


[End plot; change setting]
I'm floating above this game world very similar to Minecraft and panning around (it's filled with tons of people). For some reason, I know I'm lucid and I think to myself: Yes! Now I can do the TOTM! <-- (Not really; I just wanted to pee on a DC)
Immediately, I fly over to this train station. There's this statue of a fat, drunk woman with *erm* improper dress holding a graduated cylinder full of pink liquid. I find Ron Weasley and a bunch of other DC's. I chase one of them and try peeing on them.... and I wake up. But I'm not sure if I really woke up or if I had a false awakening; this whole thing was pseudo-lucid.
Repeat the above step several times.

[Fragment]:
I look to the skies and fly straight up, but the trees never stop getting taller... odd.

[Wake up.]

I had one of my most stable LD's yet. I was called into work and once I got there I realized it was a weekday. That somehow made me realize I’m dreaming. I did my reality checks to see (they all failed!) but I knew I was dreaming. Everything felt so real. I felt a wall and it felt so real. I even bit it! All that grounding really worked to keep me present in my dream. I tried doing handstands because I thought I could practice and I should be able to do it in my dream but I couldn’t! Kept falling over. There was a little girl playing with toys and some people. I walked over there and tried to remember things I wanted to do in LD’s. I remembered something but I couldn’t re-enter the dream. Despite sounding so short it felt quite long.

Finally did another TotY
Pretty short in general but whatever :p

Lucidity: 8/10
Control: 7/10 ?
Vivacity: 8/10

I'm in the backseat of a car, at night. As I look out the window, I remember the other lucid dreams I've had that began in a car at night.
Wait a second...
I check reality and rub my hands together; I remember the the TotY.I'm about to jump out the car when I notice that there is a "roof window" thing in the car. So, I climb on top of the car through it.

I feel a strong wind on my face. As I look around I realize that the road I'm on is really, really uninteresting. It goes straight with no turns until it reaches the horizon and there is nothing around it but grass. There are a few other cars than mine, though. I decide that the best thing to do is to jump from car to car, until I find something worthwhile. I focus on my legs and as I jump, I imagine some kind of energy shooting through them. The third (I think) car I jump to turns out to be a limousine. As I rub my hands together I decide that this is where I'll find the God of Wine. I straighten my arms towards the middle of the roof, the back of my hands against each other, and then I pull them apart. By telekinesis, the roof opens up in a split. Before I jump down In the car, I make sure to say something like "I knew I'd find you there, God of Wine." Sure enough, the god is sitting there on a backseat couch. He has some kind of golden ornaments around his head, kind of like a really big crown. He's also holding a small carafe of what I assume to be wine. Without saying anything, he pours the liquor in a glass and drinks it. So, I take a filled glass out of nowhere and drink it, too. I'm only tasting a very vague, sour hint of wine.As he refills his glass, I mentally suggest: You're feeling drowsy, you're about to pass out!
He drinks this glass and I just kind of force him to pass out... I just repeated the words "pass out" lots of time, the words felt like I was sending waves of "energy" at him or something.
I'm satisfied but unsure: do I have to drink one more glass to wine, since I only drank one and he drank two? Just in case, I chug my same glass again which refilled itself at some point. I remember that my next goal is to try and dilate time but first I want to change scenery. So, I dive out the car's window and try to fly. I focus on the impression of speed but I feel like I'm too close to the ground; I won't be able to fly back up, so instead I dive roll onto the ground. When I stand back up, I notice a dark spot out in the distance and as I look deeper, I realize that it's a forest. I start walking to it but I get woken up by my cat before I get there -_-

Morning of September 13, 2015. Sunday.



I am in a seemingly isolated area that feels somewhat elevated (such as some sort of “floating” featureless room), in semi-lucidity, enough to know that my conscious thoughts can make and shape my (unscripted in this case) dream. I think about a snowstorm for no particular reason and I watch a few snowflakes swirl through the air outside, in the darkness of seeming night, seemingly looking west (considering the vague focus and orientation of our real bedroom). I see no land features, just the snowflakes. After a few minutes, I see a blizzard though I do not feel cold at any point. I feel a deep sense of peace for a time, watching the snowflakes swirl around.

I eventually get a vague idea that I am looking into outer space rather than looking outside and into a snowstorm, and then I eventually realize that I “actually” am looking into a “real” outer space scene. Now, stars and planets are swirling around, crashing into each other with brilliant explosions. I am somewhat amused that a simple blizzard transforms into such an amazing chaotic event that seems to imply “the end of the universe”. I start thinking of the scene being reminiscent of “The Wizard of Oz”, where Dorothy is watching all the strange imagery through her window. I even do a vocal “doot-doo” version of the scene where Miss Gulch is riding her bicycle.

I soon get the idea that the little melody of Miss Gulch’s bicycle ride is not really that suitable for the end of the universe, so I try to vocalize “The Ride of the Valkyries” but keep shifting into the “National Geographic” theme. No matter what, I cannot grasp the melody from “The Ride of the Valkyries” without it switching to the other tune. I “realize” that the two pieces have much the same music but with slightly different timing and accented parts. The exact “The Ride of the Valkyries” melody keeps eluding me and I get more and more frustrated that I cannot remember it correctly. In the background, the “National Geographic” theme keeps distracting and even “teasing” me every time I get a little of the other tune correct.

From here, I see that the end of the universe has changed into a basketball game. This seems reasonable, as a sphere is still bouncing about the “cosmos”. I watch passively for several minutes.

“Could you move?” says a young friendly female voice from behind me. Indeed. I find that I had not been looking out a window (even though I was - my dream just typically changed as such), but sitting in front of a large television where a basketball game is being broadcast (and perhaps the other scenes were relevant to a cowboy show followed by a channel changing to an astronomy show followed by it being changed to this basketball game). It is a young version of my wife, seated on a couch and wearing a light pink robe, but in a scenario that implies it is years before we met. “I didn’t know girls watched basketball,” I say. I get up and suddenly stop when I see two people I do not know coming into the room. They are likely token parents of Zsuzsanna’s in this scene. So, obviously, I transform into an antique brass floor lamp. The “father” comes over and pinches my nose and my “bulb”, implied to be at about the same level as my head, lights up the room a bit better. Zsuzsanna has an extraordinarily mischievous grin growing on her face, as she seems to be eating popcorn.

Remembering that I am dreaming (rather than my lucidity being consistent throughout), I decide to try to come out of my brass floor lamp camouflage. This is difficult and I succeed only in wobbling my base while rocking side to side, making a curious clanging sound on the wooden floor. The other male looks around curiously, but then continues to chop some spring onion in the kitchen.

Well, I cannot move as a lamp, so I might as well wake up, which I do.