lucid

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So it's been years - seriously - since I've had a lucid dream that lasted for more than a second or two. Until two nights ago.

I discovered lucid dreaming on my own, and it was incredible. Mine were never super vivid - like they always felt hazy - but they did happen quite often, and I could always fly. My sleep cycle as a kid and teenager was really screwed up, mainly because OCD and insomnia kept me up late into the night, and I had to wake up early for school and such.

But then I started taking melatonin nightly, and lived a more regular albeit hectic schedule. On one hand, this was awesome, because I slept and felt better. But I also slept deeply. To the point where my dreams became less vivid, and in the rare event I would become conscious, I would be so exhausted that I'd just let myself become unconscious again. When you only have 4 or 5 hours to sleep...suffice it to say that isn't very good for lucid dreaming.

I have been fighting to get back to where I used to be, and I want my dreams to be more vivid, too! My efforts have finally been paying off.

So, the dreams from two nights ago! This night was the first effective MILD I've done. I basically told myself "I'm dreaming" until I fell asleep.

The lucid one! : I was standing amongst mountains, in a pine forest. It looked like I was on a lower part of a mountain, but a mountain indeed. There were a lot of people around, and a parking lot - seemed like a national park of some sort - and there were lots of tall mountains around me. We seemed to be on a cliff as well. I managed to realize I was lucid pretty quickly. I think it was because I realized I could fly! I was with my brother, and I yelled in excitement something along the lines of "WE'RE DREAMING!" I did upside-down pull-ups on the railing and all sorts of things, and I felt weightless. It was fantastic, and more vivid than I'm used to, too.

It was also foggy. Very foggy. I could see around me, but off the side of the cliff everything was mostly obscured by fog.

I decided to explore this building which seemed to be built into the mountain. Inside the building, there were towels everywhere, and a bunch of secret passageways. My brother came along with me. I happened to stumble upon a bathroom, and as I entered, I heard this gasp and saw a blurry reflection of a girl through some glass. All skin, maybe a shower cap? I don't remember! She must've just finished taking a shower or something. It looked like someone else was in there, too, but I couldn't tell. I figure the reason she gasped was because I accidentally walked in on her!

Aaaaaaand then I woke up. -_- But hey! I had a lucid dream for the first time in YEARS! Hard work pays off. I know this now. I hope this can continue into the school year. I don't want nights where I only sleep 3 or 4 hours anymore. I never liked those. I will do my best to improve on my time management so I won't have to (hopefully). I will do everything that I can.

Note to self: the reality check of whether or not I can fly is seeming to be more effective than checking my watch or my phone. But we will see.

Other, non-lucid dreams...

- For some reason, I had to move in with the parents of a friend of mine who lives in Nevada. I felt really lonely, even though they were really nice and friendly.
- Another friend of mine (who ironically knows the first friend) was with me in this glass house that overlooked the city below. There were a bunch of paintings kids had done, and they were sitting and drying on the floor. The floor was glass so you could see down below. We were probably just a few stories into the air. The city lights below were actually quite beautiful. If only I had become lucid during this one. That city would've been fascinating to explore.
- Apparently, some girl, younger than me, kissed me on the neck. I have essentially zero recollection of this one, but that's what it says in my dream journal. I actually do think she may have been blonde with blue eyes. But I don't remember any kissing...
- Another friend (yep, another! who happens to know the first two, I think!) was riding in this car or carriage or something. He was really famous, but he stopped to say hi. I was in a really crowded street, if I recall correctly.

But then the next night, I experienced zero lucidity, and I think I fell asleep when I was trying to write down a dream. Thus, the only notes I have are "Stormy and rain outside - some papers wet."

Very anticlimactic to the previous night beforehand, which was a shame because the prior night had been so captivating. Oh well. I tried sleeping in since I had nothing going on until church in the afternoon, but I couldn't sleep. I just laid there and felt wide awake. So I just watched We Bare Bears on YouTube instead. Wham!

#464 - 6PM - DILD

Took a nap this evening and found myself in some house talking to Tonya. I knew I was dreaming and thought that I had a brief amount of lucidity just a few moments ago. I recalled something about ghost. I'm not sure it was an actual memory or just a feeling, but I liked the idea. I grabbed Tonya by the shoulders and said, "Tonya, this house is haunted." I felt a presence behind and some fear rising, but as I turn to look, I wake up.

My second lucid. I'm having difficulty remembering dream goals when lucid. Something to work on. Need to work on incubating dreams better.

I wake up, everything is dark. Something triggers me to do a reality check, so I plug my nose and try to breathe. I can still breathe. I try the nose plug RC again, just to be sure. Same result. I know I am dreaming. I become lucid.

I throw off my sheets and walk to my door. I try to walk through the door but get stuck. Maybe my eyes are poking out, though, because I can see on the other side. Stairs lead down to the first floor and all the lights are on.

I guess my mother must have been awake, because she hears me rustling around upstairs and decides it is a good time to hand me my laundry. I groan because I don't want to bother with this and I want to go and explore. She comes up stairs and tries to open my door, but only the top half opens. Instead of handing me laundry, however, she hands in some hangers. I grab them, shut the door, and then decide to go out the window.

I walk to the window and put my head through. No resistance. I struggle out and collapse on a sloping ceiling. Looking down I can see that there is a field in front of me. Green shrubs spattered with snow dot the landscape while the grass poked out of a layer of white like green confetti stars out of white frosting. I look down and am amazed at how real everything feels. I have a bit of trepidation at the notion of jumping down, but I know it is a dream. I jump and land softly and without any harm.

There are a bunch of DCs doing various things on this sunlit, winter morning. Some are tobogganing, some are skiing, others are having a massive snowfight. I see one DC, an African-American (or perhaps an African) who is building a snow fort while singing this song. It was very rhythmic and it was just nonsense words: "Woyoyoyoyoyoyoyo," repeated again and again.

A thought flashes through my mind that I can have sex with anyone I want, but I push it aside. I don't want to waste my time. So I walk towards the African-American DC. When I arrive he has this big djembe drum. I immediately decide that having a drum circle would be an awesome idea.

Other DCs join and they all have drums. Some have djembes, others have snare drums, others have those drums that Native Americans use during ceremonies and that you beat with a stick. I don't have a drum, however, so I decide to try to summon one. I look at the bare ground before me, look away, and look back. It doesn't work the first time, so I try again. This time this tiny little djembe drum appears. Its an teensy little thing, and I'm disappointed that I didn't get a huge drum like the African-American DC. I go with it, though, and bend down to pick it up, cradling it in the crook of my left elbow as I beat a rhythm out with my right.

We get into the flow of each other's rhythms, sometimes elaborating polyrhythms over another drummer's, sometimes establishing our own. We sing "Woyoyoyoyoyoyoyo," over and over again as we drum. I feel like I have known these guys forever, like there is some sort of mystical brotherhood between us. I feel love for all of them, and drumming sounds amazing. We start moving our bodies to the rhythms and dancing. Our rhythms are tribal.

Then this woman walks out from the building where my bedroom was (which at some point had morphed into a college dormitory), and tells us to be quiet because people are still trying to sleep. This is complete nonsense, of course, at it is obviously in the middle of the day. But I guess I must have only been semi-lucid at this point, because I don't protest. She'd ruined the vibe anyways.

Before I put down my little drum, however, I remember what AnotherDreamer had said to me about stabilizing your dream by studying objects in the dreamworld. I look at my drum and on the side the words "Breast No.15" was written. I decide to do another reality check and look away and look back, trying to see if the text changed. It did. When I looked at it the second time it said "Brassers 15."

The dream shifts to another location without my knowledge or any transition. We are in a large white room with comfortable tables. The DCs from the drum circle are sitting around talking. I decide to fly and find that it really is quite easy. I fly around the room and nobody thinks it is weird. There is a little alcove to the side where two DCs are talking over a table. I enter the alcove and bounce between the two walls over their head. On one of my approaches I twist around so I am flying towards them butt first. "Aerial attack!" I scream as I let off a massive fart right over their heads. They choke and gag and I start laughing hysterically. I start to feel myself wake up, but I see one of the DCs raise his fist towards me and shake it angrily.

"Goddamn ye, dreamer!" he says, in a thick Scottish accent.

I become lucid it in my apartment complex standing by my parking space while its raining at night. There is a random dream character girl sitting against the car and she makes a comment saying that there is no reason to enjoy the rain because it's all a dream. I then tell her that is more reason to enjoy the dream.

Then this random dream character transform into my girlfriend Janet. I kiss my girlfriend for a while then we take off flying in my apartment complex. We flew until we landed into a open window entering someone's apartment. The room was pink themed as if it belongs to a girl. Then I ask my girlfriend to sit on me while we relax on the bed and practice meditation. My girlfriend told me I knew you were going to say that. We started meditating then I woke up.

This time i am working in a hospital. i transport a bottle with medium to the reception. she wants me to verify some payment with my accounts current. she asks me if i am a client or a worker. i tell her that i am here to bring away the bottle. i tell her there are 2 antibiotics in it so nothing should grow in it. i leave the room and on my way i step over a black cat [i saw IWL at the same night] i bring the bottle to a room that is closed because they do some tests and there is radioactivity. i ask and go inside because i think i just do it very fast and shouldnt be a problem.
i finished this task and go out. i feel that i need to go to the toilett and start searching. i meet a friend on my way and we go together. i am pissed because its 9 pm (as i see an a clock on the wall) and i still didnt had a break and didnt eat anything so far... he tells me i could have just take a break but i tell him i needed to finish this. consents me and say i should bring this up in the groupmeeting on wednesday. we leave the building and move a way up. he tells me he is not sure where there could be a toilet but i kind of know we find one there. i look behind and see a LIDL [a supermarket in germany]. on the right site there is a run down building that has garade doors as windows it seems. i tell to my friend hey lets buy 5 of them and do some shit with it. we turn left and enter a shop that seems to be a chinese restaurant or something because there is writen Soft monkey and some other weird stuff. we enter the shop move right trough and i enter a toilet and hit a pissoir. this one is made of copper and is kind of to high for me. i look up and down again and it moved a feet. i get lucid do a nosepinch and this time just stop pissing and while i think of whats next i wake up

We finish our coffee and the blonde conference-goer shakes my hand with a smile. I hand her my card and grin back.

The waiter walks up as the woman leaves. He leans over the table to pick up empty plates, his long hair swinging a bit as he moves, and I lean back, holding my coffee.

"These new age yoga nitwits are easy pickings," I tell him conversationally. "They'll buy anything if they think it will help them along a spiritual path."

The two of us chat for a bit, and I give the waiter my card and head out.

Perspective switch

I'm the blonde "yoga nitwit" from before. I'm looking into a mirror, changing my hair and appearance to match my character. My husband comes into the hotel room and smiles at me.

"You got him?"

"He's hooked."

Someone comes and knocks at the window of the fire escape, and my husband dives for cover so that we're not seen together.

The manager of the hotel is explaining to us that they ran out of space, so there's going to be a whole bunch of kids sharing our suite.

"That's unacceptable," I tell him or her. Their gender presentation keeps shifting.

They shrug. "You still have the bedroom. It's just the living area and the bathroom that you have to share."

I look at the line that's formed in front of the bathroom and narrow my eyes, but I can practically see the timer for our op ticking down before my eyes.

"Get out," I tell them. "I'll deal with this later."

We probably have to scrub the op.

I'm on another part of the same floor when all hell breaks loose. I'm pinned by a couple of girls from high school and a man is dumping cages full of dangerous things on me, which I'm deflecting. I break loose, wearing the guise of a brown-haired Samael.

"Get back, fiend!" says a booming voice, and Thor is swinging Mjolnir past my head. I dodge across the room, and the hammer comes flying at my stomach.

Oof. Confirming that sacred objects can still knock the wind out of you. Good thing I'm invulnerable, or this probably would have torn straight through my chest cavity. I still go flying, knocking down a wall behind me. Splinters of wood go flying everywhere, and I pick up the hammer.

Just as an enemy agent pops out with an AK-47. I'm swinging Mjolnir by its strap to ricochet the bullets back at my enemies, and then I'm letting the hammer fly—

And I throw myself through the door into the hotel room.

"Elhaz," I command, waving a hand at the wall and weaving protection into the doors and windows. Overwhelming force, meet immutable object. That should buy me a moment's peace.

I wave my hand in a pattern, more jerky than it needs to be, and glance up from the floor at Sandman's Lucifer, who's standing on this side of the door and looking at me with a nonchalant expression.

"You were supposed to be covering my back," I accuse.

I bicker with my counterpart. The two of us are the same person in different universes, or maybe opposite sides of the same coin.

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I'm walking on the side of a highway in the mountains. A girl has stopped me to ask about backpacking, and I say that I'm just walking from inside the town to the campsite on the mountain.

"Really? I've never been there," she says.

"You should; it's the best climbing spot in the area."

My name is Honor Harrington, and I'm biking down a path in a valley. In the centre of the valley is a school, and I hop off my bike to go investigate.

I sneak in through an unalarmed pair of double doors, and look around the main floor.

The intercom is blaring something. My communications device is picking up another frequency.

Honor Harrington is there? says an alarmed voice. We can't let her get to the balcony!

The balcony. Interesting. I'd better get up there, then.

I still haven't been spotted; they just know I'm in the area. I pick the doors that I walk through and the shadows that I creep through carefully, and make it to the room by the balcony. There's a bench there, and I poke at it to find a secret compartment filled with papers; glossy, like a magazine. I feel a stab of betrayal; J at the church put them there.

I need to unravel what's going on here. But first, I need to make my escape.

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I drive my car into the parking lot at the school and step out. It's a work night for a local club, where we all sit and chat and work on projects. I used to volunteer with them, but it's been a while since I've gone.

I'm inside, working on my project, but my hackles rise as a woman walks behind me. Apparently while I've been gone, one of the only really bad bosses that I've had has risen through the ranks of the organization. I try to ignore her, but leave soon after.

I was inside a bedroom and trying to fall asleep. However, I was interrupted by what was supposed to be a bad spirit. I got scared and started to pray asking for forgiveness because i felt like i had almost befriended something bad. After that i was pulled to the side of the room and shown how on the wooden floor my younger brother's name was written differently more than four times. I asked what was so important about showing me that than reappeared on my bed.

What was suppose to be the spirit was supposedly coming back so i flew outside the window and into the sky. I was way up high looking at the clouds below that covered the cute looking houses. I than flew straight and ended up falling down. When I landed i was covered in snow and there were two cartoon pig characters dressed in winter outfits. I stood up observing them as the boy was calling out to the girl.

"I'm glad God granted my wish for you to be here"[boy pig]
"Me too. Now we can play together!"[girl pig]

Than they twirled around together holding hands in the snow. I thought they were being too silly and that God granting their wish was kind of absurd.

...

Next thing I recall is ending up somewhere, maybe home, where i'm holding a phone and asked what I want to do about it. I can't remember anything after that since i didn't bother trying to recall what happened right after i woke up.

DILD-I woke up and saw a man walking I couldn't recognize. I got up and the man tried to talk to me but I ignored him. I jumped into the void to teleport but dropped into the same dream scene I was before. I was at a party and mingled with some guests. Next thing I know I was outside at night and some dcs were revving up a chainsaw with intent to chop off my limbs. I thought this is not happening and grabbed the revved up chainsaw from their hands. Some dcs charged me but I protected myself with the chainsaw, wounding them. I inadvertly flew backwards into the air. I could see a couple dozen dcs all lined up, just standing there. I realized the dream was about to end, so I dropped back down to tried to extend it. All of the dcs seemed to forget what happened and resumed their party. I ended up making out with a young lady as the dream faded away.

Too bad I got woken up prematurely, this dream was really promising

Lucidity: 9/10
Control: Only did passive control
Vivacity: 8/10

After one whole dream which turned out to be a book I was reading, I walk out of my room to find my mom, sticking fake braces to her teeth. She explains that it's for a family photo with our less-direct family and that we're all going to have fake braces. As I walk over to a mirror, I notice that I have one stuck to one of my teeth. After pulling it off, I see that I have a tooth which is completely twisted around. I examine my mouth just a bit more only to find that all of my teeth are in horrible conditions. I wore braces for three years and only took them off a few years ago, so that's really bad news . My mom asks me if I'm alright and I shrug,
"Nah don't worry it's a dream. I don't get fooled by these super common dream signs anymore."

I toss my tablet onto the couch and walk over to my room, rubbing my hands together. I check reality more to stabilize than anything else. As I look outside the bay windows, I understand that the whole "party" is happening right now in the backyard. For some reason I'm somewhat scared that the dream would end abruptly, but I keep rubbing my hands as I walk to the garden and I understand that it's not going to happen.

The backyard is very different than IRL; it looks much better, really. There's a wooden patio that goes from one big surrounding concrete wall to another, taking up about a third of the garden. About halfway through the garden, the patio rounds up into a small passage just big enough to walk onto, which leads to a bigger wooden area surrounded by small rose-looking plants. Onto that wooden area are people walking around a buffet, most of them sitting on the ground around small tablecloths. There are small rocks dug into the earth forming some paths to the wooden area, too.

Rubbing my hands together, increasing my lucidity, I walk into the wooden way to the buffet area, but I stop halfway. I remember that my main goal that I set up IRL was the moon rock TotM, and that I wanted to crash the moon into the earth. Problem is I really don't want to ruin a great scenery like that.
I'll just do another TotM.
I remember that one was to go fishing. So, I walk towards the edge of the buffet area, expecting a pond there. Before I reach the edge though, I hear that there is some music. I remembered it just before I wrote this dream but I forgot it... Damn. Thinking about the "perform a IRL hobby" task, I throw a few dance moves which really just consist of me holding my hands up in the air and swinging my butt from one side to another. I realize that I'm really not a big fan of dancing IRL and that I should do something that actually is a hobby or mine, tricking.
I stop dancing and throw a flip. Cheat Gainer for those of you who care
I rub my hands together.
Right, TotM.
I walk to the edge of the buffet and off course, I find a pond there. I pull a string out of my pocket and throw most of it in the pond, no bait or anything. When I pull it back, I find a small fish attached to it. Upon further examination I see that it's actually a miniature version of one of those prehistoric whales, with the tiny teeth and all. I toss it back into the pond.

As I stand back up I do a quick RC, counting my fingers without even looking at them, just kind of moving each one of them one at a time; I count six. I rub my hands together and think about my 3 step tasks. I sit down on a empty spot around the rectangular tablecloth. Facing me is... Faye Reagan (please don't look her up). I hear a man talking over a microphone, he's announcing the start of some kind of dancing contest between two girls. Super exited, the 14 to 16 year olds start twerking . Faye stands up to join them but I pull her back, down, randomly kissing her as I do so... But when I pull back I realize that she transformed into Hitler
I'm half horrified because I just kissed Hitler, half curious because Hitler is probably a very symbolic character.
Back to my goals.
Next on my list is to ask a DC for advise. I do so and he answers that I should "take control," which is the same answer I had from a different DC about 2 weeks ago. I'm mentally formulating my next question; I want to have a deeper conversation with him. But before I can actually ask him, I'm woken up by my cat who was playing just outside my room.

I try to DEILD but in vain: I have to battle with my dog sleeping over my leg, apparently having a dream where she's running, with the cat who's having lots of fun, and with a stupid bird who decided that 5 am was a good time to sing.

23/8/2015.


I can feel myself rocking so go with it and exaggerate it, I tip myself over, falling onto my front and feel as if I'm laying facedown somewhere.
After a few moments I can see my hands and I'm in!


I'm in my kitchen, it's very washed out though so I keep saying clarity, make it more vivid and stuff like that but I can't get it to look better.
I wrap a plastic bag I pick up from the side around my thumb trying to really feel it to help the Dream develop and it does get much clearer.

I'm in my kitchen so walk out the front door, I'm trying to take the bag off but it's wrapped really tightly and when I try to pull it hard, I feel my real body trying to move so I stop.
I leave the bag on and walk towards the bollards, when I get to them I look at them to see how much detail there is and I can see the concrete flaking and it looks perfect.
I look to the sky which is bright and blue, it's daytime and then I see a shooting star.
I imagine more and some more come so I imagine a huge meteor arc across the sky but only another small one does, still looks cool though.

I think ok let's go to the Stargate and try and get to Rome again so I go behind the flats, as I do I pass some bright red flowers, I grab them and smell them but they don't smell very strong so I discard them.
As I round the flats it's a little different than usual and because of this the Stargate isn't there, I walk up to it anyway thinking of Rome and walk through.
I'm now standing in a small pit but still behind the flats, it feels a little different though so I float out of the pit and walk out between the houses.
Before I can see where I am the Dream fades.


I come back round still Lucid in a room with no ceiling and walls made from irregular large stones, all painted or stained yellow.
It looks like some ancient setting (not Rome though) and I walk out into a much larger expanse.
Most of the large stones making up the walls have patruding Human faces carved onto them and the floor is made up of large square(ish) slabs coloured a more dark brown, they are painted with cool looking designs on each of them.

I walk towards what looks like the front of the building and can see from the distant landscape that I'm pretty high up.
There's a big opening in the walls and some steps going down, not very far down onto another big open area.
As I approach the stairs I see two big bowls of brown liquid, it looks like whiskey and I think about tasting it to see but then think maybe not.
I call out asking if anyone's there but get no response, so I walk down the stairs and start making my way across this long section towards the edge.

I can see there's a small wall at the end of this section I'm walking along, only about 4 feet high or so but it's blocking my view as I'm still a ways from it.
What I can see though in the distance is thick black smoke coming from the top of what looks like a Myan temple or pyramid of some kind.
I can also see an American type landscape with big sand coloured cliffs jolting up into the sky with flat tops (like you see in Westerns).
The sky is also quite sandy coloured, a mixture of yellows and reds blending together as the sun tries to shine through.

All of a sudden the black smoke drifts closer to me and as it does, I see it's actually made up of thousands of bees!
Thousands of them fly straight towards my face so I imagine an invisible protective shield around me and they all start hitting into it about 2 feet from me.
I call out again if anybody's there and this time hear a voice coming from behind me in the building I'd just come from but as I look back, can see no one.

I continue walking towards the edge but the bees are building up on my shield so much that it's hard to see, I'm just about to use a blast of energy to get rid of them but I lose the Dream and wake up.


Washed out at first but nice and vivid after the bag thing.
Complete waking memory and control over actions.
Lasted about 5/8 mins.

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Ritual: I went to bed around midnight, but the knowledge that I had to wake up earlier than usual this morning, at 7am, created a subtle anxiety that woke me up at 4:30am and made it hard to sleep afterwards. The natural insomnia created good conditions for lucidity, and I woke up at 6:30am after this dream.

DILD: Since I was lying in bed mostly awake for a couple hours, I had already gotten up several times to use the bathroom. This seemed like another one of those times, but an odd detail caught my eye. There was a steel mesh frame surrounding the toilet paper roll and someone had left a lot of used cotton balls in it. They were stained on one side with a color like Betadine. I assumed my husband must have left them there, and wondered what he had been using them for.

On some level I suspected that there was something wrong with this scenario and decided to RC. I braced one hand on the bathroom counter and the other on the towel rack, and tried to lift myself. My body lifted effortlessly off the ground with no real muscular exertion, which made me suspect I must be dreaming. (The fact that the bathroom did not correspond to its WL layout was something I failed to notice, as usual.) I checked again, with the same results, and then to be sure, I tried the same stunt without using my arms at all—that is, levitating. Upon levitating successfully, I was confident that this was the dream state.

It's so gratifying to get unintentional LDs! But one isn't always prepared with a task. I felt an impulse to go outside, so I went back out to the bedroom and quickly exited through the screen door. Immediately I noticed a destabilization of my vision. Experience reminded me not to fret, just relax and let images suggest themselves, the problem should straighten itself out. Sure enough, a moment later I started to notice colors, then the colors organized themselves into geometry, and before long they had resolved into a new scene: I was looking at a large stack of different colored shipping containers.

I realized that the deck I was standing on overlooked a great harbor. There was water on all sides, and my house was apparently on some tall island in the middle. I was surprised by the number of ships that I could see moving to and fro. They came in all sizes, everything from large cargo ships to little tugboats, all looking very industrious. There were so many ships that I wondered if the place I was in lacked air transport entirely: I didn't see any planes flying at first, but a moment later, perhaps summoned by my thoughts, a helicopter veered very close overhead.

I decided that I should do something useful as long as I was in the dream state, and tried to remember this month's tasks. Eating a moon rock leaped to mind. Okay, how should I do that? I didn't feel like shifting scenes just yet, actually traveling to outer space. I thought, well, maybe a rocket could land nearby and an astronaut could get out and present me with the moon rock. It sounded like a good strategy but I was not strongly motivated to try it, so I tabled the idea.

As I was contemplating the possibilities, I heard music from nearby, and noticed a miniature stage on one edge of the deck. This reminded me of one of the other TOTMs, attending a concert. Well, here are some creatures playing music in public, that might count. I call them "creatures" because the music was being played by what looked like muppets, only a foot or two in height. The initial music sounded like a piano, and a female muppet was playing it, but her fingers were moving over a clear plastic stand, with no visible keys. I thought she resembled what I can only describe as the "hippie girl muppet," but googling that now, it seems to be a good search term and reveals that the name of the muppet in question (in WL, anyway) was "Janice."

After her piano solo ended, a male muppet to her right began playing guitar. This muppet resembled Fozzie Bear, and and was singing as he played. I listened closely to the lyrics and did my best to remember them. As usual in deep dream, I was impressed how easily the rhymes came—though of course on waking, it was hard to remember the lyrics clearly.

The first rhyme involved the phrase "...how we live," which later rhymed with "...give." There was another stanza that I couldn't remember at all by the time I was writing my report. I have a slightly clearer memory of the third stanza, apart from the absent first line:

...
...and I'll let you do the rest,
Because you know Amos and Andy
And can put them to the test."

After that, the muppet went into a refrain of:

Can you help me?
Stranger, can you help me?

The lines may sound plaintive in plain text, but they were a little more jazzy the way they were sung. I was listening to the song and smiling down fondly at the muppet. I felt that "Amos and Andy" was a phrase I had heard before... was it related to cookies? Or an old TV show? I was certainly willing to offer help, if it was needed, but a moment later I woke up.

Note: Googling now, I see that "Amos and Andy" was originally a radio show in the 1920s, later moved to television, and lasted until the 1950s. I have no idea why my subconcious dredged this up! I must have thought of cookies because of the similarity to the brand name "Famous Amos."