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Lucid in the ocean
It's the middle of the night. I'm in my bedroom, laying in bed, looking at my phone. My wife is straightening the pillows on the window seat, and we have a brief conversation. I notice light coming from the office and decide to check it out. Now I'm in the office turning off my monitors. Now I'm back in the bedroom walking towards my side of the bed. The floor is remarkably clean of stuff, but my son's inhaler chamber is in the middle of the floor. I pick it up, put it on the dresser, and continue on.

Now I'm standing in the ocean with water up to my mid chest. It's a beautiful day - cloudless, but not too bright. The ocean is a translucent blue and is completely calm. The shore is behind me; I'm looking out towards the horizon. My wife is about 10 feet away to my right. Other groups of people are scattered around. There's maybe 50-100 feet between each group, and the groups go as far as I can see in any direction. I look to my left and see a VERY tall wave heading perpendicular to shore towards us. It's a literal wall of water: each edge is straight, and (I don't know how I know) it's only a few inches thick.

I realize there's no way this is reality. I decide that the oncoming wave will be a portal, and that as I pass through it I'll change form. A couple of seconds later, the wave passes over me and I barely feel it - I'm not pushed around at all. I lean back in the water to expose more of my body check over myself and see that I look a bit different, but not to the degree I'd imagined. Oh well. I see another wave coming and enjoy the sheer ridiculousness of the situation as it again passes over me with no effect. I decide to try something totally different, so I loudly say "Nazrax to Enterprise, Nazrax to Enterprise, one to beam up" and try to imagine the white swirly effect of being in a transporter beam. For a moment I even close my eyes, but then I get scared and open them again. The scene is unchanged. I'm a bit disappointed but glad I didn't lose lucidity with a stupid mistake.

Now I'm further along the beach, still up to my chest in water, and my swim trunks are down around my ankles. I reach down and try to fix them, but I move really really slowly. After a moment I realize I'm instinctively moving slowly to avoid disturbing the dream and realize that A) that's kind of silly but B) maybe it means that my dream and/or lucidity is fading. I remember that my current goal is to remember that my real body is asleep in bed, so I tell myself that my real body is asleep in bed, that everything around me is a creation of my mind. I hold up my hands, look at them (they seem perfectly normal), and tell myself that even these hands are just creations of my mind.

I see a couple near me and realize I know them. I greet Mike, then Nan; then I realize that Nan is actually standing right next to the woman I'd just greeted. I greet her, assuming the first one was her sister, but then I realize that she's the sister and the first one was Nan. I get really confused, then I wake up.


Fragment: I'm with a group of people standing on a grassy field. It goes as far as I can see in any direction. It rolls gently, going up and down gradually and no more than about 5 feet. Thin, bright streams run over it here and there. I have the impression of a lot of yellow, though I don't know what it's from.

I don't remember any of my dreams last night, beyond waking up and reminding myself to remember what I'd just dreamed about.

d'oh.

However, while trying to remember at least a few fragments of it, I somehow dredged up an ancient dream from when I was like... 4 or 5 years old.

I was in a store in the mall with my aunt S. It was a clothing store, think of like Ross's but a much older one... the name escapes me... the chain has mostly faded away. I don't think I've seen one in a long time.

Anyway, I lost my aunt somehow. I'm wandering around through the aisles looking for her, when I see a yellow Mylar balloon with a smiley face on it floating in the middle of the aisle I'm looking down. A balloon is interesting, but I'm looking for my aunt. I continue looking down the aisles. When I turn around again, the balloon is behind me, a few feet away.

As I go through the store looking for my aunt, every time I turn around or look down the aisle, the balloon is there. I start to feel like it's following me. It goes from interesting to weird to unsettling.

I finally find my aunt and complain about the balloon. I can't really articulate what's going on or why it's upsetting me, though. Either way, she either doesn't believe me or doesn't care. Little kids say weird shit all the time, after all.

I follow her out of the store and we meet up with my grandmother and my cousin outside in the main area of the mall. There is a giant yacht in the middle of the mall, just sitting there. It's huge. Not quite the size of an ocean liner, but definitely way too big to just be sitting there in a mall. I recall that the lighting in the mall was very dim, and the ground was very... kind of fake brown marbly. Very "generic mall". The yacht was very white.

I wouldn't quite classify it as a nightmare, but I remember that it was an upsetting dream. At the time that I had it, I still didn't have a firm grasp on the idea that dreams are different from reality, so I spent a while believing that a balloon had really chased me around a store. I didn't like Mylar balloons for quite a while after that.

(If anyone reads this, it's in french, i put this here because i wrote it quickly in my language and wanted a safe place to put it and remember it, if someone wants to read it, it should work with google translate, it's about me on a cruise, going accidentally in a ghost parallel dimension of the ship with evil ancient people stuck in it..)

j'ai pénétré dans une dimension parallèle du bateau, c'était une dimension fantome, de temps où un jeune homme violent a commis des meurtres (le bateau etait vieux). Beaucoup de filles avaient tombées dans cet univers comme moi au fil du temps (le temps s'arretait dans cette dimension) toutes (je crois) ont restées pris ainsi avec l'esprit vengeur et violent (il etait pris aussi, cetait le premier et cetait lui qui avait mis cette dimension en mourant surement), elles ont donc toutes eu le même effets: elles sont devenues presques folles et extremement violentes, (ce n'était même plus les mêmes). en me promenant dans le bateau (celui de l'époque du jeune homme) jai pu constater la violence des lieux, il y avait un petit garçon d'à peine 10 ans calciné dans un coin, on l'avait brulé vif. il y avait des étagères comme dans les supermarchés, je me suis souvent pogné avec le jeune homme et sa troupe, peut importe comment on lui parlait ou le traitait, il finissait toujours par avoir des excessivités de colère extrement violentes, c'était le plus fort dans cette dimension, il y avait une fille tres violente aussi et tres puissante, la plus puissante, cétait sans doute la premiere a avoir tombé dans la dimension parallèle (donc la plus vieille) elle ne permettait a personne de s'approcher de lui. comme je venais d'arriver et que j'avais encore l'esprit sain, j'était souvent la cible d'attaques violentes et de colère, je me suis battue d'inombrables fois, sans succès, car il ne pouvait y avoir de gagnants, ça ne menait nul part, ils étaient immortels. il m'ont souvent couru après tous ensemble en hurlant, même dans ma cabine (version dans l'ancien temps) le gars m'avait trouvé et avait essayer de me blesser. je me suis cachée a un moment entre les produits dans une étagère, ils sont passés, a ce moment, jai vu stillwell passé, et aller vers un coin dont je n'avait jamais vu, je lai suivie. sa a mené au fond, les murs et les machineries etaient peintes en blanc. peu après, le gars (le mauvais esprit) était déjà a mes trousses, comme c'etait une dimension parallele créé par sa violence et sa mort (donc a lui) il avait senti que je j'étais proche de m'enfuir et de m'en sortir, et il voulait a tout prix m'en empêcher, pour que je sois moi aussi prisonniere dans la tristesse et la violence de son passé. quand jetait rendu proche d'une certaine porte a la fin du couloir que stillwell m'avait mené, je lui demandé quesquil faisait là lui aussi, il a dit qu'a 2 ans il a était tombé dans la dimension et cétait fait tué par le gars, je lui ai demandé comment il a grandi et continuer la vie dans la réalité, il m'a répondu qu'il n'avait pas mangé (la logique est forte ici..) je voyais déjà le gars s'en venir a la course, il voulait absolument m'empêcher de partir, la porte etait ma derniere chance et si je manquait cette seule occasion, je n'en aurait plus jamais, j'allais être damné comme ces filles pour l'éternité dans cette dimension. il allait vite. jai ouvert la porte et c'était ma chambre, avec une autre porte au bout du mur (en fait, le seul moyen de sortir etait de trouver cette porte, vite car plus le temps passait, plus elle disparaissait, et lorsquon l'ouvrait, on se retrouvait dans sa chambre a soi, il fallait franchir la deuxieme porte, si on la franchissait et quon fermait la porte derrière nous, on était sauvé, personne ne pourrait rouvrir cette porte, la dimmension serait scellée a jamais, chaque personne n'avait droit qu'a une seule chance, les filles que j'avais vues étaient coincé dans cet enfer a jamais, on ne pouvait plus rien pour elles, de toute façon cette dimension etait tellement forgé dans la douleur, la tristesse, la violence, la folie, qu'elles n'étaient même plus elles-mêmes, la preuve, elles étaient violentes et elles tuaient comme l'esprit du gars...) jai donc couru vers la deuxième porte et je l'ai refermée a temps. J'étais sauvée...

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Set up a DEILD alarm for 1:30, 3:20 and 5:10 last night, trying different alarm tones for each. I found that the 'rooster' sound woke me up but the others didn't. After kind of putting off dedicating effort into DEILD I decided last night that I'd give it a proper try, so when I woke up I actually managed to lie completely still with my eyes closed. I remember reading some advice somewhere that you should focus on a point, so I focused on the centre of my forehead. It kind of felt like meditating in a way. I decided that it was a good enough attempt for the night just knowing that I could do that if I wanted to, then I got up for a WBTB.

Dream 1 - Poison caterpillars
This dream was pretty interesting, I woke to the 3:20 DEILD alarm and tried cementing it to memory which I found a bit easier than I would if I had moved around. I was in a room at night time, my friend John was here too and we seemed to be in a survival kind of scenario. We had to go to sleep for the night so we each had our own floor mattress and bedding. I lay down to go to sleep but at some point in the night a friend from back home called Fraser showed up. He was the guy we were trying to survive against. He placed these caterpillar-worms on us that were tiny at first (~1cm long), but soon grew to be maybe 7cm long. They poison you just by touch and have these alternating purple to green bands along their body. I remember one crawling on me and thinking that the touch of it was stinging. Fraser came in and took the grown up caterpillars, like it was supposed to be every ones goal to get them (like a quest item?). I was pretending to be dead I think so he wouldn't notice I was still alive despite being poisoned.

Dream fragment - anime artist?
I remember a group of people on a sunny day walking down a pathway by the road and they were somehow related to anime/manga. Possibly the artists who make it

Dream 2 - Family guy
I remember having a dream where I think I might have been Bryan from Family Guy. The dream was telling the story of how Stewy and Bryan met and how they came to become a part of the Griffin family. Apparently Stewy was adopted alongside Bryan it seems. I think I (Bryan, who at the time I called Mike because I forgot his actual name) went to a one-off job. I met Stewy there who I seemed to hit it off really well with, we ended up become tight comrades and somehow headed off on a journey together in a car (feels like third person during this so I don't think I'm Bryan anymore). They end up getting adopted into the Griffin family which I find weird because I thought Stewy was born as a Griffin.

FA - I seemed to remember writing 'Stewy and Mike' into my phone so I could recall the dream later, but when I woke up later on and I looked at my phone... there was nothing! Dun dun dun!

Dream 3 - Trippiest Dream Ever
I'm lying in bed in the middle of the night surfing the internet on my phone. It's the first time looking at a screen in a dream where it isn't actually in 'full screen'. I think I come across some music website. Basically it has an artistic anime-style kind of epic drawing. The whole background has this intense vividness to it, which was hued in a surreal purple colour. It has this anime girl that looks like she's jumped forward and reaching out for something with a smile. The art style really impressed me and caught my eye. The website plays music, but for some reason I was too quick to click on the next link and skipped to a new page. Damn. I backspace and head to the previous window. Huh? The background has changed?? It's now a new drawing in the same epic style, a different girl (different clothes, face, haircut, etc) with a different colour hue (possibly orange this time). I refresh the page -- it changes again. Now it's like a steel grey. I think the girl on this one might have had a short fringe with silvery hair. Wow this is all pretty cool, but I really wanted to see the one from the first page. I keep refreshing a couple more times cycling through the art, some of which comes up multiple times. I end up talking to the person who apparently makes it all, the artist herself. I'm not sure how we're communicating, it's like she's communicating through the screen. I'm also sitting at my desk with my laptop in front of me instead of being on my iPhone. I can't remember what we were talking about, possibly about who she is and how she may or may not be the artist? Shit gets crazy as we talk though. Like... absolutely chaotic. She shows me the art on her website and it's no longer static. Some of which is video clips but they flash past my eyes so fast. One clip is from Bakemonogatari (an anime) as a hint, suggesting that she is the artist who draws it (which in my head explains why her art is so amazing). But it just gets so crazy because it's all so vivid and fast, the next part there's an image of an anime girl who mimics the artists words. Her movements come in a strobe-like fashion, the screen flickers rapidly, her face appearing to tilt right while her smile broadens into this insane toothy grin with wide eyes. What the f*ck is going on? Everything is so colourful and vivid with so much change in the lighting. Orange, green, blue, purple, black, white. It's quite beautiful. Next scene she sends me porn which I try to ignore, then realize that it's still open on my browser. I have to close it down manually. I open up a screen which shows all my active apps and try delete it, only to find that there's an endless stream of porn videos open on my phone/laptop. How the hell did this happen?? If someone saw this they'd think I was a pervert. There's just too much and I don't even know what happens but I wake up, realizing that I'm now in my room for real. It was just so realistic though.

On my 20th day of no PMO using the Brainbuddy app. Safe to say that it definitely affected my last dream O_O. My dream recall improved last night too (the 2 nights before my exam yesterday were below my average by quite a bit). From today onwards I have a lot of spare time until I head back to the North Island. I'll be dedicating a lot more time to my dream practices I think from now on (i.e. ADA, DEILD, meditation, + other related stuff like reading ETWOLD)

I had to rerecord this because my PC restarted.
I was running around on this river, the river was very carved in and the levels were like the amazon meaning there was a lot of water falls and steep flows. I was running around with a team of military personal/football players. I was running down, jumping in between streams when natives started running out toward us. I had a pistol on me and I pulled it out running toward these natives that were running at me. I had to because I was helping out my team. I pulled the trigger and nothing, pulled it again and again then I remembered that I need to cock it, just before the first native was about to bring down his hand held weapon I got my gun up. He sailed through the air from the cliff and I fired into his chest and then I fired again onto someone else and I methodically emptied my clip and as I was reloading and still running I saw the drop down ladder from the helicopter so I dashed toward it with all haste. i was on the wrong side of the river and suddenly found myself back in Lincoln walking out of memorial stadium with the head football coach saying he was excited for me to walk on. I laughed and said thanks see ya soon then walked over to the parking garage where I saw my car parked. I bent down to tie my shoe that was all sopping wet and my clothes were all wet to. I looked back up and my car was gone, I ran into the break room that was right in front of me and asked the lady there were it had gone and she said. You will have to ask the towing company. I woke up worried about it for a few seconds then remembered it was a memory of a dream and let it go.

OMG I may remain officially polyphasic if it weren't for having to live in the world with the rest of the monophasic sleep people. Long nap (2+ hours) dreams are amazing! Perhaps some quick day residue from watching "Snowpiercer" (highly recommended BTW, very dream-like).

SSILD get me to sleep in minutes. I was pretty tired to start with, however.

I just woke from one of the longest, most vivid/present, and especially *bizarre* series of scenes I've probably had in over a year (the bizarreness that is). Really strange stuff! Judging time is always difficult, but allowing for the inevitable gaps, it seemed to run at least 30-45 minutes and probably even more. There were some semi-lucid moments, but for the most part I was just observing/experiencing/participating in one really weird thing to the next.

+ outdoors walking rural hilly paths winding around corners with DCs, someone says the event is over and they're going to give a tour of the (outer ring road?)

returning "home", sneaking through next door neighbor's garden leaning forwards so as not to be seen by them, they're inside the house. There are flagstones on the garden ground?

important visitors (many) at the large table inside (my house?), passing around a plate of disgusting petrified tiny animals and animal parts. I get passed the plate and am horrified by what I see there, and just pass it on to the next person. I get up and leave the table even though the very important people are holding some sort of ceremony.
I go to a back room, there's a woman terrified of what's behind the closet door, she's opening it slightly and looking inside, I open the door and look to see what it is but it turns out to be just some puddles of (cat? animal) pee/poop on the floor that I see is dripping from a spot in the the ceiling overhead.
Return to front room and look for food packages under the table that are left over but most have been claimed

walking through a gravity transforming 90-degree wall becomes floor area, a very strange feeling as the gravity transforms 90 degrees, almost lucid?

sitting at a food counter (sushi?) while flamboyantly gay cooks wearing bright, shiny satin underwear under colorful kimono-like robes are jumping around like crazy, trying to shake up (the sauce?, which they're holding). He gets up on the counter and shakes his satin-covered butt up and down right in my face. "Hey, don't point that thing at me! " I exclaim. He asks "What are you looking at!?" and I answer "the cows" (?!)

looking over at (undressing?) females in the building across and making cat-callish remarks. sexy time (censored, believe it or not, too much even for me to post!). The DC "finishes" and says so dirty-talk-ishly.

in a very strange vessel with old and young men, I'm trying to find an available toilet (have to pee) but they're all occupied by guys doing weird things with worms. Using them as drugs? Rolled up bizarre creatures, they're going to smoke them live. Like a miniature bat-ray or large lamprey with circular, toothy, sphincter-mouth. The ray is rolled in to a tube in preparation for smoking it, I take a "drag" on the unlit living tube. Others are twisting/torturing strange small doll-sized beings (blue, smurfs?) and getting high off of the dust/vapor that they exude when twisted.

outdoors in a parking lot, up on a higher second level are guys working at some sort of blast forge that is spewing streams of fire. In addition to the forge workers there's a guy wearing a medieval helmet and I suppose they're forging armor for this customer. I'm talking to people and glancing up at this forge in action and "remember" that I've seen those forging guys before (in person? on a show?). Enter tiny cul-de-sac filled with middle-aged women and teens/20s girls, my small car is there, I can't find my keys in my pants/pockets I'm patting myself down. Then I "remember" that I left the keys in the car. I look down and see them sticking out of the ignition. "What kind of car is that?" a woman asks. "The kind of car where you can leave your keys right in it and it won't be stolen." The women and the girls are crowding around me and the girls are getting very friendly with me, touching/rubbing against me, which I like. Then the older women get suspicious and leave, taking the girls with them.

I'm trying to vault up over some railings and plan a grand take off to start flying, but some things are in the way and I lose momentum. Then I hop up on top of the railing, which extends straight for about 20 feet then ends high over a nice landscape, so I run along it picking up speed, and launch myself off the end just knowing that I'll fly. Extend my arms out to the sides airplane style. I'm circling around this area. A pretty girl is flying next to me, her shoulder against mine, a woman on the ground gave her some (orange juice? candy?) earlier

Spoiler for sexy moment:

I want some, so I tell her to give it to me from her mouth. She sticks out her tongue which has some (orange pulp?) on it, I lean over and take her tongue in my mouth and suck the juice/pulp/stuff off of it. I feel her slippery tongue between my lips.

The first night back into trying to have LD's and I sorta succeeded, yay! My recall of this has slipped a little bit but here we go.
1: I was helping my mum do something about the American election on the computer, there was some really dodgy propaganda videos playing.

2: My class and I were in China, Shanghai I think, and we were all waiting outside a big, old, fancy building. A couple of policemen came out and asked some of us to go in, so we followed. Turns out they weren't really policemen, but employees inside what appeared to be a sleazy brothel sort of place. We stated chatting with some people as the rest of the class came in. Some fights broke out and somehow our teacher got co-opted into a fight to the death with their champion. We all sat down in stands and watched as their champion, wearing a metal gauntlet, stepped out. Our teacher came out and the two began to fight in a boxing ring. I'm not sure what happened with the fight then as the dream sort of dissolved.

3: I was on my computer, thinking this was waking life, when I decided to do a reality check because why not. Surprise surprise, I was in fact dreaming and my fingers slid through my palm. I sort of confirmed this was a dream by swapping in between feeling my dream body and real body and telling myself to remember that I was in bed, but I still had lowish level lucidity. Anyway I sort of reformed the previous dream and then took the place of my teach. This time however my opponent had full metal armour, a shield and a mace, whereas I just had fists. I danced around for a while, avoiding his swings, until I had a plan. As he swung the mace I blocked on the inside and slapped it out his hand. This meant he was free with his other hand to punch me, so I dragged that hand in so the gauntlet was digging into me, but I held it in their as I flipped the visor of his helmet and proceeded to pummel his face. After a dozen punches or so he fell over,but the cost was great as I had a great big gash across my stomach where the spiked knuckles of his had dug in.

After this lucidity wobbled for a bit and the scene changed, but I regained it and shot a fireball off at my brother (lol). The scene changed again so I was outside my old house. I regained lucidity and then started flying, the first time I've managed it in a dream!!! It felt fantastic as I soared a couple of hundred metres above the ground, but I don't remember much after I landed as the dream and lucidity dissolved.

4: Just a fragment about being in a park and helping two women with a baby. It was almost infused with Skyrim so I used a weapon to try and kill an animal to loot it but was having difficulty.

First entry, yay! Explanation of foreign words and background info in blue.
My female roommate has a redecorating fit and decides to pretty up the flat (which is, as is often the case in my dreams, more narrow than in waking life and has a somewhat weird layout) with dozens of plants. I'm pissed off because she woke me up in the process. Back in waking life, this had happened directly before that dream, only it was my male roommate preparing for work.
Aside from having more narrow rooms (one of my dream signs), our flat has some very warm and pretty lighting and feels cozy, especially with all the new plants. I walk into the kitchen and notice that the oven is on. I look inside and see some rolls and pastries, along with Donauwelle (a chocolate covered cake with cream and cherries) that my roommate put there. I think about telling her that Donauwelle is supposed to be eaten cold, but decide against it because I really can't be bothered.
I turn to the refrigerator. There's a little potted tree on the ground below and I can barely open the door without knocking it over. Inside, I look for something that needs to be eaten soon before it spoils (which I also do in waking life when I open the refrigerator). There are two plastic packs of pork loin. The surface of the meat looks spongy and has been painted with red ink. This is a reference to my day job, where I assist a pathologist cutting anatomical specimens. Ink is often used to mark the different sides of the specimen so you can reconstruct where exactly it sat in the body. Then I look in the upper right corner and see a plastic cube of about 8³ inches (20³cm) filled three fourths with clear water illuminated by the fridge's warm light. There is no sign of condensed water on the cube's walls. Floating on the water, there is something that looks like a beet, with a circle of small brown eggs around it. I don't realize that eggs that float are inedible. Overall, this arrangement looks very fresh and tasty to me. I remember that the beet is a kind of designer food that is supposed to taste fantastic and provide a lot of important nutrients. Before my inner eye, I see a cross section of the beet that shows its several layers, all labeled. The innermost layer is a very dark, moist red and consists of ground berries.
From another room, I hear someone speaking Chinese. I look who it is and realize that my roommate is having an entire Chinese family over, so I decide to take a walk.
I find myself walking on a tarred path between patches of neat lawn. It's fall, and everything looks a bit foggy. Two men in loden overcoats walk toward me. One of them has a wolf-like dog's head with very long and fluffy fur. While they pass me, I think that the dog shouldn't be walking on two legs, and that this must be a dream. But before I can gain any measure of lucidity, I look back and the dog-man has transformed into a dwarf with a dog mask he wears as a Halloween costume. Since it's Halloween (and it really is, oddly enough), that seems quite OK, and I'm lulled back into gullibility. Walking uphill toward a college campus, I see students wearing more Halloween costumes and doing a ritual that in this dream is typical of Halloween, chasing each other around to slap a Speckmaus (a white, chewy and sweet treat shaped like a mouse) on someone's forehead. A guy with a cardboard mask and a red and black lumberjack shirt runs up to me to slap one on my forehead, but since I'm still pissed off I grab his wrist in mid-air and squeeze it as tightly as I can, trying to inflict pain. He isn't all that impressed, gives me a disappointed look and asks me what I'm doing here, I'm not even a student, and I shouldn't spoil their fun.
I ignore him and walk into one of the college buildings, an ugly 60s red brick bungalow. From the corner of my eye I see a tall professor dressed up as a wizard in white felt clothes lecture three underage students half his height dressed in similar costumes. A female student of about my age with dark blonde, shoulder length, faintly wavy hair walks toward me. Looking at each other, we immediately feel a strong connection. She invites me to her room. While we walk there, she explains that it's in the quarters of the rowing club, which she has sort of stumbled into because all her friends really wanted to row with her.
We arrive at the room, which is about 375ft² (35m²). She has just moved here for a short vacation, so it's cluttered with randomly unpacked clothes and hygiene products. One wall is just a long sheet of glass that directly faces a pool without a walkway to separate the two. The pool is a system of winding "streets" that flow into several larger "squares". It is framed by the same neat lawn from before, but now it's a pleasant summer evening outside, and the sun is just beginning to set. 50 yards off, I can see a few dozen people having a pool party with tiki torches.
The student asks me to come to the party with her. I'm a bit disappointed because I thought she'd let me nap in her room, but I also want to get to know her better, so I say she should go ahead, I'd only need to put on swimming trunks. What follows is much less vivid and deals with me being confused about what constitutes being clothed and what doesn't and being ashamed of my nakedness when I realize I've taken off all my clothes except for the T-shirt (an olive green heavy duty cotton shirt) although there's no one around to witness it. Finally, I manage to put on my swimming trunks, and the dream becomes more vivid again.
I look around and notice that the student has a lot of interesting books, but also a lot of things that look like hipster crap, and I think that she must be the well-educated child of rich parents. In the middle of the room there is a heavy wooden desk, covered in the aforementioned clothes and hygiene products. Inlaid into the desk there is a white porcelain washbasin with a silver faucet. The faucet is not connected to the water supply, but to a plastic bottle.
The label on the bottle looks like the one on Gordon's Dry Gin, only with a calligraphic font, and reads "Dirt Water". I turn the bottle over to read the back label. It features Art Déco illustrations showing the history of the product. There's a picture of Queen Victoria and one of a woman in a linen dress and apron stirring something in a copper boiler (the kind they brew beer in) with a large wooden pole. The text explains that Dirt Water was invented in Victorian London to promote public health. Below are illustrations of historical groups of people who used Dirt Water. The only one I remember shows a man from the neck down sitting at a table. He wears a grubby industrial worker's coat and polishes an old Luger with a red rag. The caption reads "Anarchists".
I turn on the faucet and use the water to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth afterward, being careful not to swallow any. It tastes faintly earthy and I feel very small grains of the eponymous dirt on my tongue. Then I turn to go to the party, and wake up.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Last night I woke up in between dreams a few times. Since I was attempting to DEILD I didn't take any notes in between dreams. Hence more fragments and less complete dreams.

Fragments
» I'm with a group of my Dutch friends whom I met in Indonesia. We are having a lot of fun together. There's something with us renting mopeds. This dream felt quite awesome and I definitely would have recalled it all had I taken notes immediately.

» My blond female housemate is in my room. There's something food related. We have some delicious.. bread(?) with bacon or something alike. We're going to bed. I have a highsleeper (is that the correct English word? ), but there is a mattress on the floor which we're gonna sleep on together. It feels really normal though and not in the slightest way sexual.

» I'm living in an old school building. There's something about the internet. Since it used to be a school, adult content is filtered. There's an orange cord and device on the (kitchen) counter. It looks like a separate modem, probably used when people want to look up adult content.

Dream 1: Porn
I'm on the sofa with my girlfriend. She is asleep, with her head on the right side and her legs towards the middle. I'm sitting to her left with my laptop on my lap. At one point I decide to turn 90° to the right, so that she can't see my screen should she wake up. I have a shitload of porn on my laptop. I could read the names of the folders. It's tucked away in a folder, in a folder, in a... you get the idea. Except that it's not exactly hidden. I disable the sound and play one of the movies. Sound, moaning. Shit! I try to disable the sound again. Nothing happens. Turn down the sound. EXIT VIDEO! My girlfriend wakes up slightly and asks what I'm doing. I'm not sure what I told her. Then I have a mild panic moment. All this porn is inside the folder of a uni course. I think I copied this folder for my Indonesian classmate (the same classmate as in the next dream). I start to think real hard. Did I copy the porn to my classmate?

I blame this dream on you, werty52!

Dream 2: Struggling lucidity
I'm outside during the day. I believe I'm talking to my Indonesian classmate, though a different one than the one I often dream about. This is the first time I recall seeing this particular classmate in a dream. We walk in to a building. It gives the impression of a university building: big, spacious. At this point I don't really recall the interior, except for one particular part, which is hard to describe. (Note for myself: it's like the computer 'cubes' at the 2nd floor of the uni library, except the wooden dividers are like a black metal mesh.) Desks are arranged in an inward facing square, with a computer screen hanging from the metal mesh. The kind of stereotypical hacker's desk in a movie. There is a woman behind one of the computers. I'm not sure what she's doing. The screen is quite dark in terms of the colours which are displayed and it's quite monotone (like working in Word: the majority of your screen stays the same). There's a fairly big digital counter near the top right which displays a certain time, though I don't remember what that time is. Also a small one in the very upper right I believe, with a different time. I'm supposed to meet my student councillor at.. 15:00 I think it was. The big displayed time leads me to believe that there is still plenty of time. At one point I take my iPhone out of my right pocket and see that the time on the screen is far behind. I'm late. Damn. I don't have time to properly say bye to my cllassmate. The student councillor is a woman who is sitting in the middle of the square, nearly boxed in. There's a girl sitting on a comfy chair just outside of it. I feel like she is waiting for her appointment with the student councillor. I explain to the student councillor what happened. I stumble with my words a bit, forgetting that I have to switch to English now (which makes no sense, a student councillor here would speak Dutch and I would already be talking in English after talking with my Indonesian classmate). In the end I still talk in Dutch, as does she. I need her help in getting a declaration for a government institute. She helps me out. She wants to walk to a quiet place. Somewhere where people won't be asking questions once I tell my personal story to her. We walk around the big open room and I see some chairs and desks. She decides to sit down together in the middle of a lecture, in the midst of a group of students. She tells me that I need to ask this lecturer for the help I need. What the.. now? I feel quite embarrassed. Also I'm not quite sure what to ask. I fiddle with a hideous scar/wound that I have on my hand (thankfully that one ain't real ). I remember seeing a logo either on a screen or on a piece of paper, quite big as well. It's a purple square or cube and there's also a green one. It reminds me of the logo's for Excel and OneNote. Once the lecturer is near the student councillor asks him something, though I don't remember what. After that she asks me some personal questions. I reply to them all and am a bit annoyed. We start walking. All the questions she's asking and all the effort she's putting into it may ruin everything. Just draw up the statement already. There are two low walls inside the building, sort of decorative. Perfect parkour opportunity. The left one is flat, the right is like "\", but not nearly as extreme (I couldn't think of the proper English word ). The low point is on the far end of me. Both walls are just a few metres long. I jump to the left wall and onto the right one. I perform a sideflip of the right wall onto the ground. Just as I'm about to push off for the sideflip I think to myself how foolish it is to do a sideflip. I've practiced it maybe 3 times. I'm bound to rotate in a weird and unpredictable way. I do it perfectly though. Then I remember that I said to myself that I would perform a RC if something parkour related happens. I realise this must be a dream as there is no way that I'm able to nail that sideflip in reality. I sit on the ground and close my eyes. I try to solidify this idea of it being a dream. I place my hands on the ground and feel it. It's cold and hard. I feel the specs of sand that people have dragged in here with their shoes. I move my hand to the left, to the end of the floor so I can feel the plinth. Dirty from a lot of dust. Ielw. I realise that this is not helping, as in reality I'm in the same place and thus I could also be feeling this with my real body (I'm an idiot ). I start to think about which year it is this dream is occurring in, maybe that will differentiate it from reality for me. Damn, this dream is in 2015, just like reality. That didn't help. I perform the 'finger through palm' and 'breathing through a closed nose' techniques. Both fail me. Come on! This is a dream, right?

I was a bit hesitant to label this a lucid, because I didn't really have any control, plus I was still struggling to fully solidify the 'this is a dream' mentality.

Notes:
- Feels kinda stupid that it had to happen this way in a stupid dream.
- Very immersive.

[Plot 1 begins]:
So I'm with this girl I've been talking with a bit lately. OK, I might have a little crush on her, but we haven't dated or anything of the sort. We're chilling out on my couch, about to watch a movie, and we've got blankets. We're talking, and feeling a little flirty. We get closer to each other, and she starts whispering to me. We embrace each other, and we kiss. I close my eyes; enjoy the moment for a little while. Then, I start to feel a little regretful. I imagine my dad saying, "Really? That soon?" And I feel a little bad. It was way too early in a relationship to have this sort of thing happen. I let it happen nonetheless, and eventually we stop.

[The dream fragments... ]

Then I woke up and felt good that I got to have the experience without it actually happening in real life

Notes:
- If this happens again, I'm going to post, because this simply can't continue.
- My dream sign is a bear.
- I assumed reality, just like no big deal.

[Plot 1 begins]:
So I'm in this Jeep Wrangler driving on a residential gravel road with my mom. We're just going along; maybe 20 mph maximum. Then, there are wolves. They come slowly... creeping... from the residential area. They're moving like they're very old, and they're just crossing the street, and I stop.
I get out and to look at one. I observe it; it looks like it's fake, like from a video game or something, as its proportions are just off in many ways and its fur is rather polygon-ish and black and white. Then I see the bear. It's galloping towards us from afar (as usual), and I think to myself "Hey, it's a bear! Is this a dream? ... Nah..." and I went about the dream like all was well.

[The dream fragments...]

How can I fix this? I do consciousness RC's all throughout the day, every couple of hours usually. I essentially take a moment to see if I feel like I'm in a dream, and look around to see if anything is odd; maybe look at my hands. However, as you could see in my previous failure I looked at my hands and didn't notice anything.

Bedtime: 11 pm, did meditation before bed, eat early so not that full stomach, daytime awareness decent. did some visualization of my previous lucid dreams
had problems falling asleep (needed like 1-1.5h till fall asleep) unusual but maybe fullmoon maybe because i did an hour nap at afternoon.

-"Nightmare" or better say unpleasant dream:
in a room. some bananas on the table/ground. a big black-yellow spider comes from them and runs and jumps around. switches the room. i lock the first so it cant go back. i run after it and in the next room. a hell lot of plants (bananaplants?) i dont find the spider. think about putting something yellow on the ground so the spider comes and wants to hide there? a couch with some friends sitting. i talk to them and see 2 or 3 spiders right behind a friend. tell her not to move and want to approach her. suddenly i feel a spider on my left foot. i scream and wake up.

--> not super nightmarish like awake with high heartbeat and all sweaty but i normally dont have this kind of dreams.

-FA: i look at the clock and see its 6am (need to get up at 7am) so i decide no try to get lucid because i want to sleep. wake up afterwards and see its 4:40... damn

-FA: i stand up and look at my hand. it is a little blurry but i think its because my eyes are tired. i look closer and count fingers. there are five. so i am "awake" NLD

-LD:
i am at a small store. i go some stairs down and see some muffins. i wonder if xy has baked them. i look at my hands but they look pretty normal. i do a noseplug but very little air comes thru. this time i not led up and think about how i could prove now if i am dreaming or not. i look outside at a stores sign. i look three times and everytime a completely different word is standing there. i smile and feel happy and tell J "wow i am still dreaming" and start flying slowly away. i levitate/fly thru the street and meet another friend. i fly on my back and ask her how she is. i keep flying some feet stop and remember i want to summon my roommate. i try the hand behind back technique but it seems that i have the wrong mindset i am not impatient and only feel my hand entangle in my jacket. i think shortly and decide that i sure will find him in the store i left because there where other friends of mine to. i go there and he is not there i call his name and in this moment he runs down some stairs and jumps on the street saing "Tadaaaa" everyone is happy to see him and wants something of him. i go to him and make him clear that i want to talk to him alone. he jumps on my back and i want to start flying (obviously i dont belief he can fly on his own ) i start and he falls down. i help him up and tell him to hold tighter. we try again and slowly i rise. i tell myself that its not more difficult to fly than alone but still we are pretty slowly but steady. i fly on a roof where we stop and sit down.i rub my hands. i ask him if he wants some candy and have a big smile on my face because i want to do the summon out of the pocket move. i put both hands in my pockets and get out some candy plus a used tissue and a tissuepack. i put them away again and we continue talking. i notice that somehow i have some sweets in my mouth too but i dont mind because tasting will ground and stabilize the dream. i tell him how much i like him and tell him that he appear in atleast one dream every night. i ask him if he might help me get lucid next time when he appears in my dreams and i am not lucid. he dont get it and tells me we can rent a cottage and spend some time together there. i say ya cool but i dont mean that. i explain again. he nods careful and i dont think he really get it. atleast its not the reaction i wanted to hear. a guy is coming a rooftop next to us and rant something. L is asking if it is okay if we are on this rooftop and i tell him who cares this is my dream and if someone has a problem with it will see what he get right? i ask loud and the guy says something like hell yea! while we talking i look onto the horizon and see an explosion or something but without sound and a shock wave expanding and coming to us. i dont want the conversation to be interrupted and so i stretch my arm in the direction and put some will into so the wave stops right infront of the riverside. my roommate didnt notice anything because it happened behind his back. he climbs of the roof and wants back to the other guys. i think about run after him but then i decide that i want to try out t he blink eye teleportation (i incubated this scenario or this goal before sleep) i want to teleport to my room because i know it pretty good and can visualize it easily so this is a good start i think. i close my eyes and imagine my room with the bed on the left side, my table, my cupboard... i feel a slight falling backwards, open my eyes and i am lying in my bad with a pillow on my head (Daytimeresidue: i woke up before because my other roommate´s alarm was ringing for his work so i put a pillow on my head and fall asleep again). Its not the feeling of a FA. i know that i teleported. i do a short noseplug and i can breath completely free. i stand up, notice that i have my sleeping cloth on but i dont care, its a dream . i dont know what to do because i didnt incubate anything after the teleportation (kind of didnt tought it would work that easy) i think about jump out of my window for some action but i decide to explore the apartment. i go into the kitchen and notice that it looks different than usual. its dark so i want to turn on the light but it dont works. i dont care and go into my roommates room. he is doing some random movements with his hand like ti shi. i accidentally suprise or scare him and he rants shortly. i ask him if he cant remember that we where together some minutes ago. my alarm starts ringing and i try to build it into the dream and say to him hey your alarm is ringing but wake up some seconds after.

This was a very nice and aware lucid without worrys of waking up or instability. i needed this because the last 2 or 3 dreams i started to get a problem with thinking oh might this dream gets unstable or may i fall into the void and it always happens then... this time i was likE "this dream will last forever"
and teleportation is sooooo coool ! and the close eyes be somewhere else is very easy and fast way. its nice to see i dont have problems with closing my eyes in dream

Did three sessions of half an hour meditation and one shorter right before bed, had decent awareness thru out the day, got to bed with pretty full stomach. had not that good mood.
Bedtime: 22:20

Awake with this very long vivid semi-to lucid dream: 1:40
(shortened a little because way to detailed in my Paper DJ)
Standing on a Street with V. its dark package of someting falls down and starts jumping and spinning around like there is some pressure on it. we get a little wet from it on. i taste it and say to him: do you have this sometimes too that something dont tastes like expected or not at all? we hide behind a wall so someone doesnt see us? i push it with TK down the road into the water. one can still hear the sounds it makes. on the right side is an apartment. a woman wants to exit but before she reaches the door i do a handmove and lock the door so she cant open it. she uses her key and gets outside. some more people are coming. i push a kid via TK so he falls down. (no harm done just a little push ) i push also a girl on a bike but help her up with TK again... two other women are coming that dont seem to notice me. Via mindcontrol i force them to look one after another up to me so i can examine them in detail. i talk to V how funny it is do to this stuff. we go some feet away. there is a crowed and i let about 6 people levitate with TK. its a little bit difficult and 3 in the middle are sinking but after all all are in the air. V stands about 150 feet away. i aim for him and try a kamehameha (dragonball Z) and it works like a charm. i dont see the energy in my hand but when i push a bright energybeam goes of in his direction. first try i miss because its to high. he shots back and i jump to the side. i think i throw some firebeam aswell?. i throw another energybeam and this time i hit the ground right in front of him and a pretty big explosion happen. he gets thrown away and i think he´s dead... that was not my intention... i run to him and its a little bit like in a game where you can collect his Crystal/soul whatever and i run with it back to a point where i can revive him. time is running up in the upper side "of the screen". i revive him and tell him i am sorry and tell him i just wanted to try the kamehameha. he says no problem no harm done
Change of location
we are at a parking lot for trucks. there is a fence around. even if i dont see clearly water i kind of know that there is water. i hijack a speedboat (like in GTA, same feeling here) and V enters from the the jetty. we drive a bit (3rd person view of the boat) and i get into some metal mill (defecator?) and the boat explodes and we get dropped out. there is no water again and its a parking lot. i enter a trailer and pick up "accidentally" a baseball that get add into my "inventory" i wash my hands? i go out and search for a car or something and pick up a basketball same thing. i go to the end of the parking lot where some friends are standing. my awareness rises again and it dont feels like a game anymore. i ask them if they know where V is because he helps me to be grounded and stable in the dream. i dont find him so i spontaneously think about Sensei´s Blink eye teleportation and want to try it. i fix a location not far away in sight distance. i close my eyes, expect to be there feel a little bit like falling backwards open my eyes and am there. i do it again and teleport back to my friends. i try a more distant location. a petrolstation far away. i do it again but do it to fast and have not the feeling of falling back. i repeat with more calm and i feel like beeing there but my sight stays at my friends. i go back and they are cheer and i am super happy it works so easy. i see some friends coming and teleport right infront of them. i ask them if x and y are mad at me for leaving without saying something (previous dream) my awareness is dropping again and after some time i wake up


--> this was an awesome dream. made a lot of fun and was more aware for a earlnight lucid then the ones i had before. i am really happy about the blink eye teleportation because it felt so nice and smooth and without problems (i once did portals that was way more difficult). i think it is even very good that it was a little semilucid so i didnt overthink the whole thing like oh new tech. for sure it will be difficult hopfully i dont wake up when i close my eyes... i just did it and now that i did it it will be way easier in future because i know i did it once and it works!

at 2:50 finished writing the dream down... was way to awake afterwards... had problems falling asleep...

-another NLD: talk with my brother about his future. while talking transition from a room into a bus. i smell fire. run around the bus to see if there is danger. but no someone smokes...

-low level semilucid dream:
i am in a room with high dark stones in different heights. a guy is doing this:

(Daytime residue: watched a youtube video someone was doing this on a mountain)
i´m like wow i want to try this to. i do and i have a enlightenment that if i stretch one arm i feel more stable in the position. i climb up fast the highest of the stone pillars. (like at least 150feet) high and do it up there. i feel my stomach a little bit fussy because its damn high and on the bottom i see that the people are discussing something. i slip down the pillar like it was a pole and tell the guy what i did. i want to do it again and jump up from the bottom right to the top and do it again and have again this uncomfortable feeling. i jump from pillar to pillar all the way down. it feels great. the whole time i kind of know i am dreaming and i can do whatever i want. i reach the bottom and a woman is locked in a room. she tells me she is locked because she pulled out a knife (that was the discussion about before). she tells me i should be locked up to because she know what i do (referring that i am a lucid dreamer and jump that high) she starts screaming and yelling and people are coming. i try to silently move away because i dont want any attention

-another NLD: guy is stealing some money and tobacco from my backpack. i catch him. we keep going. i want to roll a joint... someone wants that i show him how. i see that the guy is again at my backpack taking my tobacco. i ask him if it is his and he twitches with his shoulders and says kind of yes. i say to him he can keep it.

-again nearly lucid dream:
i go by a street i know. i look at my watch 3 times. the watch is analog and shows tree slightly different times all around 6 am. i smile knowing i am dreaming but dont stop but move on. some NLD is following. again a woman whispers to a guy she wants to look after me because i am kind of special (again because i am a lucid dreamer)

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Slept from 10:30pm - 8:15am, I think I was pretty tired from getting used to ADA and meditation + studying for exams.

Last night I found it hard recalling dreams, I had to really sit there and think for a while. My dreams were also very vivid, so much detail which I think may be a result of practicing ADA.

Dream 1 - Hime
A called this dream Hime, because in my dream it meant 'home' in another language. I felt like I was in a foreign country like Switzerland or the Netherlands maybe. I remember being outside a house and looking at a letterbox with 'Hime' on it, there was a warm and welcoming middle-aged lady who smiled cheerfully at me. This was her home. I think there was also something sex related, as I remember it talking about safe-sex and giving out a few packets of condoms. The scenery was blanketed in white snow too, this dream was surprisingly clear and vivid but I couldn't recall much.

Dream fragment - I may have been an assassin, it was quite a brief dream snippet but I just get the feeling it was related to assassins.

Dream 2 - Skateboarding
I remember skateboarding in this dream and it was AMAZING. I don't skate in RL but this was awesome. It's like some kind of skating track in the hills, with jagged schistose rocks (like greyschist) around. Along the course were these tunnels too. I was at the beginning of the course with a couple friends, Sam and Aaron. There's some fragment about a plane at this point but I can't recall what. I go onto the course first, I'm skating down this narrow dirt track that shouldn't be able to accommodate a skateboard. There's all these jutting rocks that you have to dodge on your way down. The first tunnel comes up and I duck, gliding into the darkness then shooting out the other side. 'This is incredible!' I think to myself, I really want to video it and show it to my girlfriend. I slow down slightly so I can fumble around in my pockets to get my phone out. Zoom! Through another tunnel and out the other side. It's too hard to start videoing whilst skating so I stop now and move off to the side so I can set it up. My friends catch up, and decide to stop and wait up for me too. We sit off on the site in the grass on top of a jutting rock outcrop. My friend Aaron says he's going to make tea from some plants for later (like we're supposed to be gathering our own supplies or something). I look at the plants he's looking at and touch one, it looks like a stinging nestle. God damn it. Remembering my past experience with them I wonder if I should warn him, though after touching it I don't think it is a stinging nestle. The other is a small Kowhai. Both of these are only 30cm tall max. He says he doesn't know what the leaves are but they should work . Looking down the route a bit more I see some other people, I recall seeing them at the start. One had a distinctive fake-looking black afro and pimply white skin and acts like a very bro kind of dude. They're probably about 50 metres away, I think the scene slightly changed as the area is bigger than before with a grass field nearby with a couple trees on it. In the distance there's a vast looking landscape with mountains. Further up the skating route I spot Sam's younger brother, Laurence. He's here with his mates it seems. I think me and my mates walked down on the grass and one of the guys passes by heading towards Laurence's crowd, he makes a remark towards me "Oh look the planes coming down!" sarcastically pointing at a plane in the sky. He continues walking and as I look up I notice that suddenly the plane is actually in trouble. It looks like one of the wings has broken off (it's a small plane). I sprint forward keeping an eye on the plane, it'll maybe crash about a 5-20 minute run away (it seemed far away and at times it seemed close)? I don't know if I'll be the first on the scene but I have to try something. I decide to head to the building on the grass near me, it's blocked the view of the plane from the others so I'm the only one who knows it's crashing. I rushing in and opena door into hallway. At the end I spot a woman drinking a cup of coffee unaware of the crashing plane. I turn left and out of another door onto the backyard. Looking up I spot the part of the plane that had fallen off, it's about 50m in the air and being blown about by the wind. I keep running, it's heading in my direction and crashes near me. I think about how the lady inside must be shocked. I look up at the plane, it falls out of sight beyond an edge on the hill I'm on. I sprint faster and come to the edge - fwoop! Off the edge I go, it was apparently a cliff? I manage to reach an arm out and grab hold of the ledge, hanging by one arm over a huge fall... It must be about a 500m fall into a forest. The ledge I'm hanging from is slightly undercut, I imagine that it will start crumbing under my weight soon unless I hurry up. I reach my right arm up and grab the ledge, trying distribute my weight a bit. I shuffle my left arm forward and get my elbow on, good, this should be okay now...
Uh oh, I spot a crack in the wall as I lift my head above the edge, I have to hurry, it starts crumbling and giving way like loose sand. I'm a goner now, I know I'll die so I just decide to wake up instead.

Dream 3 - Plane ride
I'm in a plane with my friend Daniel and then later on I'm at his house. I go into the kitchen and his dad is there. We're all talking and I mention something about it being nice to have been able to catch a plane with a friend for a change instead of going alone. He says that we never caught a plane together... What?! I'm sure we did, but as I think about it I realize that I must have just dreamed about it . I don't become aware that I'm still dreaming though . I think I had been messaging my girlfriend on skype and then she called me. We had been talking about finally being able to meet up this holidays. She crying on the phone, we probably can't meet up this holiday anymore as she wants to spend time with her granddad who is dying from cancer. She says something like "Nothing is too good to wait for 3 months" - which translated to meaning if we love each other we can handle waiting another 3 months. Damn it. There's also a bunch of background noise going on, I notice vividly the sounds going on... Her voice, her crying, the sound of Lord of the Rings playing on the TV at her house, the sound of cars zooming past as if she was also outside. Even the subtle conversation of my friend and his dad behind me.

Dream 4 - Class
Another vivid dream from last night, which I forgot most of ... I remember being in my home village but I think it's related to having some kind of skill/power and it leads me to getting placed in a special educational class for the gifted. In this class I sit at the back left of the room next to the wall. The teacher at the front is teaching us random stuff, it feels like some kind of manga story-line progression where I can tell what the future plot line is supposed to be. The author doesn't know a great deal of science so the learning is restricted to basic stuff at first but later on advances to some serious chemistry. The classmates I have aren't all human I think, I remember one girl had the skin around her lips kind of pulled back so her teeth were exposed. It wasn't creepy looking though, just 'normal' in this dream world I guess. I remember some kind of alien joins the class, not seriously at first but something happens and he wants to join the team. He sits at his desk to the right of me and I notice him writing out a list of alien names in four columns about 5 names long in each column. He's a poison master which is apparently quite rare and powerful. Everyone has to turn their desks now, I'm now in the front row (we turned to the left). The teacher is now in the front of the class a bit to my right. I'm by the other wall now where I'm sitting, I see the piece of paper the alien had written the names on. He's one of us now, I pick it up and unfold it, and hand it over to him in a friendly manner. I sit down again, the teacher comes near me and starts writing on the wall right next to me, I look up at the board (which is on the wall next to me that he seems to be writing on) and see a plethora of complex math equations. It's insane. I look at all these numbers and stuff and it's so vivid, I think to myself that I hope he doesn't ask me to answer any of this -.- I haven't studied this before. He goes back to the front of the class and there's apparently a mix up with this board that he's supposed to be using at the front of the class. It's like a diagram thing that is supposed to be in another room. Some people come in and he's a bit confused, they take their board back and the teacher starts looking around for the correct diagram board. The girl with the retracted skin around her lips comes up and finds it, putting it up on the board for the teacher. I think she smiles at me but it's hard to tell O_O.

Note:
- This dream may or may not have been inspired by the trailer for "The Gallows", but I feel that the general inspiration simply came from the name of the film.
- I can't think of anything different I did before bed, and I can't remember getting cold at any point, so I don't know why this horrible dream happened. Just stroke of luck I guess.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at my house. My parents and I are searching the house, and heading to look out the windows. We know that there's something wrong; that something terrible is happening. We all knew we were looking for a dead, hanging person. I thought they were going to be outside of a window, but I didn't see anything. That's when we went out onto the porch. It was a silent night, and pitch black. We didn't see anything. Then Dad turned on the spotlight.
There they were. Two, dead, pale, hanging corpses strung across the two largest trees in our yard on a thick, grey cable. We gasped, muttering fearful phrases to ourselves as shock overtook us. Chills ran up all of our spines, and the terror began to set in.
An omniscient "voice" told us (seemingly through our minds) that this was the beginning -- and that we would be the end. The bodies swayed in the breeze, cold and lifeless. We ran inside rather frantically. We didn't know what to do. We had to live, but knew we couldn't.

[The dream fragments...]

[Plot continues; change setting to behind house]:
We're running through a small path, looking for an escape we know we can't find. We look up and freeze. Hanging in the trees above was another thick, grey cable. There were two nooses ready for use, waiting patiently for a catch. We all freaked out.

[The dream fragments...]
There's something about my mom getting snatched, but it's very unclear. I get a sense things got better after that point... There was a ransom, some negotiation.

[Plot ends; change setting to bus]:
So I'm on this bus, and I know I'm in Speed, but I think I was taking the role of Sandra Bullock... not sure. However, I forgot the rest.

[Wake up]