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I dreampt I was the General of a space nation. My fleet was enroute to make a diplomacy with an alien civilisation. As we approached the habitable planet and held orbit. I then proceeded down several hallways to the docking bay. We then stepped into the shuttle and made our way to the planet to an alien base. The shuttle hatch opened and we met with the aliens. There were translators in both groups. There was an alien looking city in the distance. We stepped into the alien bunker and sat down at a table and we discussed the diplomacy. The aliens wanted to join and become one nation. They said that they were trying to break away from a nation that's rogue and that it might cause war. After this we went back up to the ship in orbit and the dream was over.

I was outside and I could just feel I was dreaming and then I tried to summon goku from a series called dragon ball z but he did not come so then I tried to ask were he was and somebody see he was and this bar so I went and the bar but did not see him so then I tried telling him to come her nothing happened then the dream ended very boring lucid dream but was good that I got one anyways I need help with dream control

D₁- I was sitting in a brightly colored resteraunt whenever I realizes I was dreaming. I sat there in a booth repeating,"I am dreaming." 3-7-16

D₂-I was at my dads house in my old room in the attic. I kept lloking back and forth from the two windows at either side of the room. One was bright and sunny, the other had dark clouds a dark golden sky and lightning everywhere. At first the lightning looked like crosses and then it looked normal. My younger sister came up the stairs and grabbed ahold of my hand dragging me down towards the basement saying,"We have to get somewhere aafe." I grabbed two blankets so we would be comfortable. Soon the storm was over and the spots that had been struck by the lightning were rainbow and petrified (the rainbow looked kinda like an oil slick on the side of the road). I picked up a piece of wood and went to show my sister whenever I woke up. 3-8-16

This nightmare occured during one of my field trips in sixth grade. I was at a record store, buying a Metallica CD that doesn't exist. After the transaction had been made, I left. I turned the corner and found a shadowy figure in the dark. I ran as fast as I could (Or possibly walked, I don't remember) in an attempt to escape it. It captured me and I woke up. Only one problem. Sleep Paralysis. I saw the actual world for a split second, but then it turned into a ventriloquist dummy that resembled spanky from the goosebumps books or possibly Alfred E. Neuman from MAD magazine. Anyways, that happened, and then I ACTUALLY woke up.

D! - I am in a darkened room, I can just make out the size of the room in the semi-darkness. It looks smaller than my room, plus in my room the street light outside always illuminates part of the blinds.
I realise i am dreaming and think I must try and change something but am a bit non-plused by the fact that there is nothing in the room and nothing seems to happen. i remember i'm supposed to touch things to stabilise the dream, so I reach out. The wall is cold to the touch and some furniture I feel is smooth and cold. Nothing happens, but i'm really hyped about it

D2 - There is a bald guy semi-naked laying on the ground, facing away from me. I felt I needed to kill him, I have no idea why.
I reached down and twisted his neck to break it. It snapped but this seemed to have no effect on him, so I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him up. Then I flew straight up into the sky, really fast. In a matter of seconds I was up above the planet, looking down. I could see some nice detail, oceans, land masses and the void of space. But I wasn't really interested at the time. I just thought if I drop this guy from heigh enough its gonna finish him. So I dropped him and watched him sail back to earth.
Afterwards I flew back down to earth but the close I got the more it was just like zooming in on a simulation of the earth and by the time I got to the surface, the earth was fairly flat with just some bump map textures on it Oo. Perplexed I looked around but could see no evidence of the guy, and had no idea what to do.

D3 - Something about giving someone a life and parking near school.

D4 - Recurring dream about having to get ready at last moment for christmas school performance, but this time I have to perform.
I am to sing alongside some other teachers on a few numbers. I am totally unfazed by this and start singing even though I have no clue of the tune :d

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Yay! Lucid, and seems like an obe, my first

This post got refreshed by mistake, here's the cliff notes version.

The dream starts with me in a parking garage surrounded by people on their laptops. I somehow know that I'm supposed to steal a flash drive. Sneak over to guys laptop, look through his computer when he goes to the bathroom.

Dream fragment about a beach boardwalk that looks like a video game.


I'm in an SUV with a woman driving and three other people outside my house. My neighbor yells at her for stealing pizza. We then go to a museum, inside dinosaur statues are moving by themselves and behind us a mob of zombies starts chasing us. We run into a bathroom and manage to find an exit. This chase actually went on for a while, at one point we were cut off by two mobs of zombies and I had to dash past them. We manage to find the exit to the building and get back to the SUV and drive off.

I'm now back at my house, but it's still part of the same dream. I then have a false awakening and I'm sleeping on the living room couch. Dad asks me if it's because our dog is sick and I'm depressed, I say that I am scared to go into my room because these snakelike creatures with hooked heads are in there, and they are haunting our dog and not separate creatures but all part of one creature. He then leaves and I get off the couch and see that my dad's truck is parked right in front of the front door. This is weird enough for me to do an RC
I do three reality checks and they all fail. One where I try to blow through my closed, one where I overlap my fingers and count the spaces formed, and one where I look for my palm lines.

The living room looks very realistic too so I accept that I'm not dreaming. Shortly later I wake up.

Morning of March 4, 2016. Friday.

Dream #: 17,973-02. Reading Time: 2 min 33 sec.



This dream is long and about flying, with the theme a comic-book-like adventure with meetings with supervillains. In the beginning, I am the only mutant in the world. After a lengthy meandering segment with me flying around using the term “human” somewhat disparagingly, with increasing emotion, I begin to understand that there are others like me, though this is mostly a farce at first.

I find it amusing that people, mostly in their twenties, are joining a group of supervillains even though they are thus far not only not mutants but have no special abilities. None of them can fly as I can. Still, they seem happy when I meet them.

A young man who is short and oddly dressed cheerfully shakes hands with me and claims he is Mole Man (a Marvel Comics villain). I am his inspiration. Other people will soon follow him but symbolically remain under my command. I acknowledge him out of mock respect (with subliminal dream state awareness) though I do not patronize him, as he is taking it seriously even though, again, he is not a mutant. The situation is inviting and interesting.

Later, I see a young male who is having trouble walking because of a physical impairment of one leg being longer than the other. People are making fun of him. He eventually seems to be spitting small balls of fire a distance from the sidewalk into a little cylindrical rubbish bin behind a business building. Although most of the other supervillains I meet have already chosen their name, I call him “Pyro,” which relates to fire as well as the Marvel character. He asks me, “What about Pyro-Gomdulla?” Curiously, I recall a dream from 1971 and the Gomdulla character (from a comic book), yet do not fully realize I am dreaming. I consider he could become a giant mummy with telekinetic abilities (as in the comic book story) if he chooses that name, so I tell him that Gomdulla is an unsuitable phrase in a different language. He decides to keep “Pyro.”

I eventually fly around with a younger version of Zsuzsanna, carrying her on my left side. (She sleeps on my left in reality.) I start to think others are developing the ability to fly, but this proves to be incorrect. I meet an unknown girl with no pupils or irises. She seems to be like the Scarlet Witch in abilities though with Storm’s overall appearance.

Eventually, it starts to dawn on me that, because supervillains exist, a superhero or two could come into the picture and prove to be problematic (though this thought does not concern me). I assume much of that would be pretense as well. However, there are eventually additional “real” mutants who have unique powers and can fly. I also meet up with Captain Marvel, portrayed as an otherwise normal male in an elaborate white and purplish-blue costume that features various symbols. He cannot seem to fly and is not exceptionally strong. I throw him around, his cape sometimes going over his head, making it difficult for him to see or fight, and I am asking him why he does not fly. Presently, there are two superheroes on Earth, Captain Marvel and one I do not recall, who mostly sit in restaurants and converse in costume.

From here, the differences between heroes and villains seem superficial, as I remain only subliminally (not actively) aware of being in the dream state.

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The presence of Mole Man relates to subliminally perceiving being asleep as “being underground” while, in contrast, Pyro represents the potential for consciousness reinitiation (waking from the dream state). The “living mummy” reference (Gomdulla) relates to being asleep as well (covered by a blanket). The girl villainess with no pupil or iris mostly signifies that my real eyes cannot see while I am asleep.

I'm in a house. It's vry modern, with white walls and honey colored wood flooring, shining. I'm standing at the foot of the staircase, and I can see outside from a long, low window that goes all the way across the wall. to my right there's an open kitchen, in grey, slightly textured resin and shiny chrome, with a black marble counter top and thin, spinnery furniture made out of a gray, dull metal. The kitchen open in the living room, but I can only see part of it; it seem that the house is shaped like an L around a garden. I can make out the corner of a table with a frosted glass top, and part of a white woolly rug. Light is everywhere, spot cleverly hidden along the walls, sun coming from the widows in the wall and in the roof. I need to get out, but Where there should be a front door, the wall is whole. I turn around and start climbing the stairs. There are slowing curling on themself, and lined with potted plants. The ceiling is getting lower and lower, and there's no wall on my left, until I reach the top of the stairs. There's a lot of potted plants here, in the bring sun, and the stairs end in a sort of floorless gazebo.

I can climb out of it, and after a short walk on a wooden beam, I enter an attic with greenhouse walls and a low wooden bench running along them. There's someone here, laying down under a nest of blankets. It's warm but no stuffy in the attic, and the sun and shadows are ideal, making it incredibly relaxing. I tiptoes in, trying no to disturb the sleeper, but he slowly raise on his elbows. He's slim and dark haired, and looks almost cartoony sleepy. I get closer and he shapeshifts, his hair lightening to a silvery blond, his bland face filling with intent. He moves, getting the shadows on his face. I recognize him and stop just shy of reaching the nest of blankets. He smiles and sit up, letting the blankets falls off his laps and showing me that he's naked underneath.

Spoiler for more nudity after the cut...:

And more and more happy to see me. The whole situation makes me laugh and his smile gets larger and larger, like the Chester Cat. I never saw his penis before, and I'm suprised that he's uncut. as I think it the foreskin disappears. As he's longing here, barely moving and smiling, he make me think of a big cat, relaxed and sated, at least for now. I get a little closer to him and sit on the blankets, slightly weirded out but more or less trusting him not to jump me. He stretchs out and take my hand to warp it around his shaft. I pull away, staring at him with disbelief. He laughs, completly silent, and runs his hand on my arms as if to soothes me. I roll my eyes and he suddently grabs me, pulling me in so I'm sitting in his lap. His skin is colder that the room, but not by much; I can feel his sex under my clothes. I push away as he switches his hold from my waist to my wrists and I'm sitting on his thighs. He's still smiling and tilts his head to the side, obviously questioning my reaction. I stop struggling and let him pulls me closer again. I put my hands on his shoulders and he looks almost wondering. After a couple of seconds his face turn predatory, with a strange, playful edge, and his hold my waist with one arm before slipping the other under my dress, pulling my panties aside and helping himself inside me. It's very intense but not overhelming, and after a few seconds it's almost confortable, mostly because neiher of us is moving. He settles himself back on the blankets without letting go my waist, and when I start to thnk I will simply get up and leave, he uses his hand to get me off until overstimulation hits me and I struggle away from him, flailing and unable to stand up. He's laughing again, and I can see my own wetness on his still erect penis. He can't help himself it seem.

But in a way, I get it. He's like a green man, a embodiment of sexual energy. I could call him Eros, but I think I can go without gining him a name; he doesn't need one.

Before this, there is a fragment about my uncle and his dog, and also my comic book shop.

The dream begins with me at my house when suddenly my Dungeons and Dragons Playgroup is there and like completely filling up my house. Random people are showing up and my house is suddenly much larger and more luxurious looking. Someone mentions how if we stay here we'll miss the session.

I then wake up and go back to sleep, but this time I'm dreaming I'm with Batman and he's on his Yacht throwing a huge party. But, there are these alien creatures with massive jaws that are disguising themselves as people around. A butler near me suddenly starts chasing after me and I know he's one of them. I run past a poker game and am running all around this massive yacht while everyone around is yelling and panicking while these aliens are attacking. I see Batman get attacked by one, but I figure that he will be okay. I jump out the side and manage to get on a Jetski, I turn back and I see that the Yacht has many levels to it and is in some shallow swampy area. As I'm riding the jetski, I start doing jump and thinking about how any number of the aliens could escape from the yacht and disguise themselves as people, causing a massive alien invasion.

I was having a little argument with my brother Simon about something dumb and we were about to leave for something or other so I walked out the door and started running down a long narrow street toward where we were going. The street had a 1950's suburban feel to it and there were trees all along. I started running and noticed that I couldn't really run very well and blamed my shorts, I looked down and it was my tightest pair from many years ago. I kept trying to run, I had a pretty good head start on him. As I was approaching the destination I thought "this is how I can't run in dreams" and shot my hand up to my face and squeezed my nose to see if I could breath through it still. I could! but I didn't believe it and he was catching up super fast now so I doubled my efforts and started blocking him football style just outside the gate. Dad was on the other side and he was about to let the door open, I slipped through and then conversation was babbled for a few seconds and then I woke up and a few seconds into laying on the bed I realized I had in fact been dreaming... twice I have done that in a week, the first time I tried pushing my fingers through my hand to no avail.

LD 5/10 remainder of Feb. goals. 5 to go, and one night left! Need a marathon tonight!

+ I'm in some living room with friends. There are all kinds of electronic devices plugged in to a socket in the wall. The socket catches fire, Oh Crap! What if the fire spreads in the wall, we'd be screwed! We pull out all all the plugs in a hurry. Should I blow on the fire to try to put it out or will that just intensify it? I realize the wall has no back, I can walk around the edge of the wall and there is an empty area there and I could get at the fire there.

+ walking through home under repair, my way is blocked by construction materials. The walls are being spackled, and I move to the left and touch the table (or wall?) and get some of the wet white spackle on my hand and try to wipe it off. Suddenly the world seems to be moving! EARTHQUAKE! I yell out "EVERYBODY OUT OF THE HOUSE!". I make a run for a door but I find just a small half-width door I can't get out through that. I run back to the front of the house and there are people standing in the doorways, I stand in the doorway with a work colleague (MWP).

+ JT and DT are having a domestic conflict because JT struck one of their sons, she hits him over the head with something and knocks him out, DT goes and hugs a son

+ FA in parent's bed in childhood home, dark, view of the opposite wall, I realize I'm in their bed, I think I'm sleeping in the spot where my mom used to sleep [false, it was dad's side].

+ LD#179 ToTM bonus: fire and ice
I realize that I'm lucid suddenly (no prior dream memories, maybe a start of dream DILD). (Nosepinch confirms?). I'm standing in some townhouse complex with 2-3 story buildings of some dark tan color, there are windows on the buildings. Across the way from me is a store with a sign that reads "Lflierwir". I stare at it a while to see if it changes, and while it seems static I get the impression that I can look at a letter and read it clearly, but when I look at the word as a whole it's somewhat fluid. I think of March TOTM and start to review the tasks, and the fire/ice bonus jumps out at me [as it did in the voting]. I hold up my hands so I can see them and cup them before me and will fire to appear. An approx. 6" globe of fire flickers in and out a few times then solidifies. I feel heat, but it doesn't burn me. I walk a bit more around the complex, looking up at the buidings at one point and noting the color and the windows, like a modern generic townhouse complex, the buildings look like this:



I decide to do ice as well. I raise my hands up again and start feeling for a block of ice. At first there is nothing, then I feel a lump of something in my hands and an running my hands over it, feeling for temperature sensation. I get a few bursts of an impression of cold. Satisfied, I let it go and continue on.

I'm now in my childhood home. This dream is *extremely* vivid and clear. I'm in the living room looking at the fireplace mantle, and it looks very accurate. I see my and my sister's Christmas stockings hung at either corner. The stocking on the left is a very pale lime color, almost white. Above it on the mantle is the word "choce", I know this is the word "choice" just missing an "i".

With no other goals in mind, I decide to look for some girls .
I head up the stairs to my sisters room and expect some to be there. I expect TZ will be on the bed, and she is.

Spoiler for sexy time, explicit:

Stating out with some BJ action, I decide I want to switch to intercourse. I have trouble getting it in from the front, then try from the back. Things are getting abstract. There are people around me suddenly making comments. I say "does there have to be an audience?" they say something amounting to "yes,"

and I wake up

28/2/2016:
Dream 1: I was at a park with a few other people, hemmed in by buildings on all sides, sort of ghetto like. I think we were either skipping school or we just didn't have it that day however people would think we did. Anyway as we walked into the park we saw a few police officers milling around. We were torn between asking them what was going on and not wanting to draw attention to ourselves, however eventually one of us asked them why they were here. I was walking closer and I spotted someone lying on the ground just as I overhead the police officer say "He's dead". I started backing away, feeling sick, and we all ran away out of the park. I'm not too sure what happened after this but I think we ended up going back to the park later after it was cleared and we had some sort of friendship building, emotional experience haha.

Dream 2: I was at my old house and there were a few guests outside on the deck. They came inside and I realised one of them was a young Oprah wearing a purple dress. I started trying to flirt with her for who knows why but it wasn't very successful.

Dream 3: I was playing IWBTG, or my dream version of it, and I was stuck on the second level trying to get through a low corridor filled with moving spike traps.

Dream 4: I was in class in high school, probably politics as my politics teacher was there, working on a project. For some reason I got extremely angry at my brother, ended up all emotional and separated from him and basically distracting everyone. After I calmed down a bit I stood up and apologised to the class for my actions, tears streaming down my face.

Dream 5: I was at a media awards night (the subject at my school). I arrived there alone, unsure of what exactly was happening, but I walked to where the theatre would be however it was locked and my teacher was there, telling me it wasn't ready yet and to go back to the waiting area. I did so and suddenly there were people there. I sat down on a bench with a few of my classmates and watched an introductory video being played on loop next to us. There were a few interview questions and I heard myself give an answer. Somehow I cut to myself building a giant dumbbell in minecraft surrounded by a park, however I hadn't quite finished it in time so I lost some marks on it; apparently it was my media assignment. Therefore I was sort of dreading the awards ceremony as I didn't think I would win anything.

Dream 6: I was involved in a cross between playing a capture the flag style video game and watching the trailer for it. Although we were playing the game there was a voiceover guy explaining the rules and the different classes and stuff. My group slowly made our way to the enemy teams flag, losing a lot of our players but taking out their defences. We eventually got to a courtyard type place where we could see their flag with no defence. We thought we had it in the bag and sauntered over and picked up the flag. We stood around for a bit, then just as we were about to leave to head to our own base I turned around and saw a masked soldier on our team shimmer and transform into an enemy soldier, right behind one of my comrades! I yelled out but it was too late, the shapeshifter had plunged a knife in the other guys back and then shot the rest of us. As I lay dying on the floor the voiceover came back, solemnly saying "... and that is why the Shapeshifter is the most important member of each team. Important, and deadly: as the shapeshifter turned into a floating purple hat(?) and flew away.

2/26/16: I haven't had a catfight (a fight involving two or more people, or girls, to be more specific) dream in six years.

This time, instead of a classroom like in 2010, it was inside a WWE-style ring equipped with ropes and turnbuckles--and I was in the middle, trying to break up a fight between two girls. The aggressor, who appeared to have been of a mixed race, was kind of a cross between Beyoncé and Ashanti mixed with America Ferrera, and had mannerisms identical to Shane McMahon of the WWE's Attitude Era (Shane: 2000-01 (including the Alliance (WCW/ECW) storyline)) and Ruthless Aggression era (Shane: 2006-07) and 2015 NASCAR Sprint Cup Series champion Kyle Busch--years (2008-14) before the near-career-ending crash near the final lap of the 2015 season-opening XFINITY Series race at the Daytona International Speedway.

The girl she was bullying, however, while yelling the words, "How about I start with yours?", holding her 6 to 8 feet in the air, was a mix between Lauren Conrad, Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Alicia Silverstone, and had mannerisms similar to 1-time WWE Champion Jeff Hardy, known for his high-flying aerial moves and UFC great Ronda Rousey, known for her savage, devastating armbar submission holds that usually puts an end to matches in the UFC in the women's division, which she competes in at about 12-14 seconds, in which most of those led to championships--before Holly Holm showed up and shocked the MMA world by beating her by TKO. I think this DC had French-braided her hair, similar to Rousey's in her fights (I think). It ended the same way after she shouted to the mixed girl, "Wait--what are you doing?!". She flips the mixed girl over, turning the countered body slam into a Rousey-like armbar. I am not sure what to do, as I didn't see the mixed girl try to tap out and then the dream ends.

This dream taught me two hard lessons: to watch what I eat--especially at night. I'm never doing that again, that's for sure. The other was to never give up, as a month ago, my grandmother passed away at the age of 89 and I didn't know where to go or what to do and everything intensified.

Ritual: Set vibrating alarm for 40m at 6:20am. I don't remember it going off, but I began dreaming that I was trying to fall asleep, until it gradually dawned on me that I was already dreaming. It was 7:19 when I awoke, so given that the dream must have manifested at some point after the signal went off at 7am (since it was not interrupted by it), it could have lasted up to 19m. I'm classifying this as DILD and not EILD since lucidity was not initiated by recognition of the device signal.

DILD: Initially I am on a beach, lying on a sort of cot, trying to fall asleep. There are other people all around me, and their activity and noise is keeping me awake. I mention aloud to someone nearby that I seem to be entering REM state even while awake, as I notice crisp and colorful visuals superimposing themselves over my visual field. Even though the new scene is layered over the old one, it is distinct enough that I can make out details: I am at the edge of a river running through a futuristic city. Some sort of V-shaped flying craft is flying in tripartite geometrical formations up above, the crafts each giving off light colored red, white, or blue, each grouped into a separate section. Is this meant to be a patriotic display?

I do not change position, but the cot I'm lying on becomes a sort of couch as the environment around me resolves into a room full of kids. Someone plays a video on a TV monitor, which annoys me because I am trying to fall asleep and the music is distracting. But then they mention that the video features Jonathan Tweet, and the name sounds familiar. When I remember it is one of my favorite game developers, I take more interest in the video and sit up.

Something makes me think this is a kind of school where the kids are learning lucid dream abilities. One boy, bald, sits to the left of me on my couch and he's trying to test his powers against me. He takes my hand in his, which begins to glow blue, and I realize that he's trying to "crystal" me, that is, harm me with the pale blue light he is creating. I counter it easily, however. This frustrates him and he begins trying to bite me. He opens a disturbingly wide mouth and tries to chomp down on my hand, but I counter him by softening both his flesh and his resolve, so that mouth sags toothlessly and he never completes the bite. We go through this cycle three or four times before I tire of the game and get up.

By now I'm aware that I am already dreaming, and I walk into the next room, recalling my personal goals. [I accomplish a personal task, finding a certain fictional character, then suggest that we become dragons to fulfill one of the TOTYs.]

I lead the way to a window and lift it open. We're about four storeys up, but I jump out without hesitation and spread my arms, letting the air catch me. As I fly off to the left, I focus on trying to develop the "feel" of a dragon body: four legs, wings, tail, scaly skin. I haven't tried this before and the results are so-so, a fluctuating hybrid between the new bodymap and my usual one. I am flying over what strikes me as a mid-twentieth-century city. There are no skyscrapers, just a mixture of low commercial and residential buildings that cover a wide expanse. I recall that the task requires me to destroy a village, but the city below seems too urban to qualify. Would a neighborhood count as a "village"? But my moral qualms kick in, and I hesitate to bring wrath upon an innocent residential neighborhood.

I fly further on, toward the edge of the city, looking for a more remote target, preferably one with few occupants. After exploring the land for a while, I find a spot that, while a stretch to call it a "village," at least satisfies my ethical preoccupations: it is a cluster of buildings around a large industrial apparatus, evidently a manufacturing concern of some kind. I don't notice any people wandering around, so hopefully there are not many on site to be harmed. I can't imagine I'll find a better target (at least in relation to my own concerns, rather than the specifications of the task), so I begin circling over the site, breaking the buildings and bashing them down. Meanwhile I focus on maintaining my dragon form; this takes constant vigilence because it is so unfamiliar, and too easily slips into sensations more congruent with human limbs.

What color dragon am I? I recall that D&D dragons can take many different colors, with corresponding breath weapons. On the ruins of the factory, I test acid and frost breath in turn, trying to decide which feels more natural. I like the effects of frost—after freezing metal walls solid they shatter in a satisfying way—but then I remember that the task specifies leaving flaming ruins in my wake, so I switch to fire. There isn't much in the way of visuals; rather than great gouts of flame, my fire breath is more of an intense heat that makes metal glow red. But I dutifully knock down and burn the factory into rubble.

Afterwards, I hover anxiously over the destroyed site to see if anyone was harmed by my stunt. (I know, I know, I make a terrible dragon.) I do spot someone—something?—running around frantically, but as I peer closer, it does not look human at all. Curiously, it appears to be a small white gem that I take to be a cubic zirconia, attached to a tiny wire loop that looks like it must have once been the pendant of an earring. The sense of scale has been skewing dramatically as I have been peering closer, and now I feel back to my normal human size and form, kneeling over ruined buildings the size of an architectural model. I look carefully and spot two more little gems running around. Unless there are more I don't see, three victims isn't too bad, and at least they're still alive, even if they're looking understandably anxious. (How do gems even look anxious? It was something in the way they moved.)

[I've been concentrating on my task and realize I have lost track of my friend. I look for him and we are briefly re-united before I wake up.]

In my dream I didn't see anything, rather it was all feeling and hearing. I was laying down somewhere, probably in a bed. My arms were around a man, I could feel his hands around my waist and back. We were enjoyably pressed together. He said something and I nibbled either his jaw or part of his shoulder or even his neck. He held me tighter and said something along the lines of,"You're getting smarter doing things like this to me." I'm not really sure about the dialogue though, honestly I wasn't focused on it at all.