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Non-lucid, lucid, SP-awake and/or observations

Nap after Work:

.../I'm in the middle of this dream world routine, before going to school. I've just get out of the house and I'm about to go to the bus stop when I realize it's not my waking life and I have dream this sequence before, including the lucidity part. I decide to go on with the plot, so I keep on walking to the bus stop. It's a little bit far from my point of view but I don't mind walking in order to stabilize the dream. I see the bus is already there. I think perhaps I could summon a particular DC in the bus to have some sex. But my body slowly starts to fading out when I realize I stopped feeling my legs.
I'm lying on the bed with my eyes closed. I can partially feel every movement I think about my body although I cannot see it. It's not too difficult to imagine things in this stage. I know I could get back into the dream, so I go on remembering part of the routine I was dreaming before/...
.../I'm getting out of the apartment which is on a higher floor. I realize I can see again and better feel my body. I don't remember other thing but to stabilize the dream. I don't want to lose it thinking too much. I start going down stairs. My body is a little bit blurry and I can still feel myself lying on the bed. so I start slapping my legs and arms to feel them in stead of my real body. It apparently works, so I start going down stairs exaggerating my movements to feel this body. I got to go a couple of floors down but it's too loud out there and I can feel other things which don't make sense in the dreamscape and my body fades out again. I can still feel what I think, but this time it's too loud out here. My wife is making too much noise and I cannot go back to sleep.

* I barely remember I have been shortly lucid in this world before, but it's too blurry to have a proper recall.

01-06-2014 -- Playing a game that seems to be a cross between Runescape and Realmz. Somehow I have just rolled up a new character, and am doing some farming (planting herbs or plants) and fighting in a graveyard that feels like it is in Morytania. I am mostly fighting off small and weak skeletons one or two at a time, and they are not strong enough to be a real danger to me, but I stumble into a fight which has five or six of the skeletons and a thing that looks like one of the grim reaper figures from Gauntlet. My characters are so small and weak at this point that one touch kills us, and we respawn at a little space not too far away. I find myself hoping we go up a level soon so I can choose one of the 'affects all enemies' spells for my magic users to help with battles like the one I just lost.

Anyway, I do a little more farming and dodging ghosts, and also start to gear up in some of the random armor drops I earned, just to give my character(s) a little more chance to resist, before returning to the graveyard and starting to fight. The individual skeletons are still no danger to me, and this time when I trigger the larger fight, the battle between me and the boss figure is a little less damaging, and throughout a long and dangerous fight I manage to hold my own. Though my hit points get down to almost nothing, I finally manage to kill him off, then start picking up tons of armor and trying to look through it.

Soon after, I somehow find myself moving along a modern street (probably in Fullerton ... at least that is what it looks like) riding a bike, and seeming to be trying to give Kevin B a ride. But I am getting a weird sense that something is going to be going wrong, and using the excuse that I am tired and need a break, I have stopped in this parking lot and am taking a breather. I don't know exactly what is going to go wrong, or even how I know, but I just have a sense that I need to waste some time. Kevin is urging me on, and I finally express what it is I am feeling, and he doesn't like it, but he allows me to waste a couple of minutes. We are in the parking lot of a place that has an outdoor pool (and probably an indoor pool too) that is probably a YMCA.

Eventually we continue on, and soon Kevin and I find ourselves at a sort of homeless shelter place, though very quickly Kevin fades out of the dream. Looking around, we find the homeless people who have come here for help are being mistreated, treated almost like slaves, given no food unless they follow evil and offensive orders, and almost none if they do. The rich guys who run the place are taking almost all the money that has been donated and using it for themselves, while spending a couple of pennies on the dollar to take care of the people they are abusing. I am getting madder and madder as I watch this, and decide to do something. I grab the guy who seems to be in charge and throw him out of the trailer, then start handing out three times the food they've been being given to the people waiting for help, hoping to improve things.

But it doesn't seem to help enough, and I quickly discover the guy I thought was in charge was only an underling. Turns out the real leader is still there, and seems to be pulling a gun and planning to kill me. Seems if I want to take care of this I need to do more than just toss one guy out of a trailer. I decide if I am going to do this, I am going to do it right, and I wave my hand and create a long, dark cloak around me, a scythe appears in my hand, and I turn half-transparent as I stalk the guy and back him into a corner. He pulls his gun on me, but I laugh and tell him that isn't going to do him any good. He fires twice, and the bullets disappear into me, but I don't even feel them. I grab the gun in his hand and wrestle with him until he is pointing the gun in his own face and force him to pull the trigger, but there is only a small click. I guess he used all the bullets.

So I try to break his arms and legs by giving them sharp jerks in directions they weren't made to go. But I guess he is double-jointed or something, because it does no good! Finally, I decide on less pleasant methods. On the table is a stack of razor blades, all wrapped in little cardboard sleeves, and I grab one, throw away the sleeve, pull the guy's head back by the hair, and draw the blade across his throat. He drops, limp, and I assume he is dead. I turn to help some of the others in the area with more food, then turn back to where I had just been, and find the guy sitting there, cuddling a slightly cute homeless looking girl. He didn't die, he fainted from fright. It seems I didn't use enough force, and though I drew a slight bit of blood from his throat, it was nowhere near enough to cut a major artery or pierce his throat and cause him to die.

The girl in his lap was originally one of the homeless he was supposed to be helping, but she decided to give herself to him completely, betraying all the others that needed help, to get more of it herself. She is sitting in his lap muttering about the horrible things she will help him do to all their victims which now seem to have turned against him. I stalk up to her angrily, but she can't see me. Only he can, unless I specifically will somebody else to see me. So I make myself visible, and warn her that her 'boyfriend' is now marked for death, and unless she wants to join him, she better get away now. Far away! She screams and runs off. I pick up the razor blade, planning for another, deeper sweep, to finish the job, but a bunch of black people come running into the room, searching for me. They know I am here, and are going to try and find me even though they can't see me. I don't know if they are trying to find me for a good purpose or a bad one, so I drop to the floor as they feel their way around the room, then just get up after they walk past me, and again start to walk toward to bad guy.

01-28-2014 -- [As usual, first part is not as detailed as it should be.] First thing I can remember, I am out somewhere, discussing potential mystery shops down in the Palm Beach or Lauderdale area. I am talking to a male scheduler, but the type of shop has a strong feel of the recent Circle K shops, stuff where the pay has gone down or they have limited the number of shops or something like that. Something has gone on that has caused me to quit, and say I won't be working for that company any more, and this has ticked off the male scheduler a bit. But then it turns out one of the shops is right next to where we are having our discussion, and the closeness balances out whatever has me ticked off, so I try to un-quit, and say I won't mind doing that particular shop.

The guy says that particular shop is only doing a shop-by-mail shop, that month, but it turns out all I have to do is mail something to them, and remark on any response I get, and that is even simpler than the usual shop, and pays the same, so I am quite happy with it, and am trying to get to necessary envelope together. Problem is, as I am trying to get things together, I actually start to drop stuff, and as I do, Joe S. and his little sister show up, and start pranking me. I am carrying a bunch of sheet music for choir, and as I am picking up other stuff, Joe's sister has grabbed my sheet music and dropped it into a file, while Joe has grabbed some of my other stuff, and started moving it. I have already had the hassles I have been mentioning with the mystery shopping company, and I just don't have the patience for their games, so I make as if to stomp off.

Joe's sister gives up on teasing me, and starts pulling back out sheet music and handing it to me, but now I find myself with two or three copies of various songs, rather than just the one I need, and as I try to separate out the extras, I just start dropping more and more, and scrambling for it. Meanwhile, I also have four toothpicks I have to keep track of, and keep safe (possibly in connection to the by-mail shop) and they are scattering on the floor as well. As I keep trying to pick things up, the scene shifts a bit, and I am standing next to my car at a toll booth, right before where you pay the toll, the door open, still trying to pick up sheet music and toothpicks.

The problem is, there is another car approaching the toll booth coming the other way (doesn't make sense, but there it is), and he may plow right into me. So I pick the entire car up, and set it just off the road on the other side of the toll booth, and then hurry out of the way, myself, so I don't get run over by the car, then finally manage to finish picking up all my toothpicks and music. Problem is now that I don't want to get in trouble for not paying the required tolls, so I again pick up my car (which has an e-pass in it) and kind of swing it over the toll booth on a sort of swinging platform (like the ones in Sonic the Hedgehog that sometimes swing you over spikes or fire pits) so that it registers. Problem is, I don't stop quickly enough, so it swings over a second time, and registers again. I just hope that the toll organization will be smart enough to realize they should only charge me one of them ... meanwhile the car keeps swinging back and forth, so now I have to hope they will disregard two of the three tolls, and I get the car out of there as quickly as I can.

Then things shift again, and I find myself in Manhattan (or a cityscape that looks fairly like it) surrounded by skyscrapers. I find myself watching a movie being filmed by real superheroes. The Incredible Hulk and the Green Goblin are in the middle of a big fight, and Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man comes swinging into the middle of it, and I can hear the Hulk muttering and complaining about how it is a mistake to let Spider-Man get involved in all this, because he is so wild, and improvises so much. And sure enough, Spidey swings into the middle of things, coming around on a web at high velocity, and nails the Hulk with an incredible drop kick that sends him flying about a half a mile, outside the city, where he lands on his back, sliding through a field on the edge of a lake. He's the Hulk, so he's not really injured, but he now has a slightly painful case of something like road rash on his back, which he is muttering about as he climbs back to his feet and starts to leap back toward the fight scene.

But the scene is now changing again, and Tobey has been turning into Harry Potter (or perhaps Daniel Radcliffe) who is standing on what almost seems to be a float, along with Hermione/Emma Watson, who is feeling rather down. For some reason, I am standing there trying to tell her how very beautiful her character is, being as sincere about it as possible, to give her morale a boost. But they have to get back to filming. (Like the superheroes before, they are making a movie, but they actually have the powers of their characters, so it isn't technical movie magic being used to make the scenes.)

I am in a sort of an alleyway, out of the way of things, and some sort of late-teen black princess (dressed in a fairly fancy purple gown) is approaching the alleyway I am standing in to get out of the way herself, until her scene is ready to begin, and she sort of glares at me, so I back up further to give her more room to sit down. Harry Potter goes flying by on a broom mounted to the front of a magic carpet where all the camera equipment is mounted, filming over his shoulder as he flies, and he passes the mouth of the alley, then flies a sort of arc before heading past the alleyway again, heading the other direction. By this time the black princess has moved on to do whatever her part is, but there is a little black girl (probably ten or eleven) riding up on a bike, looking forward to watching her sister film her scene.

And somehow the little girl and I in our alleyway, get sort of sucked on to the flying carpet in Potter's wake, so now we're flying through the air behind him while the film company films these fabulously expensive scenes. They must be adding the sound separately, because the whole time Daniel is muttering and complaining about how there is a fabulous peanut-shaped blimp flying high up in the sky, but they didn't know it was going to be there, so they couldn't plan to include it in the filming, which bothers him, because he thinks it is neat. The problem is, all the sheet music that I had been trying to carry has now turned into large, flat (unassembled) cardboard boxes, and the wind rushing by as we fly along has pulled them out of my hands, and they have been sucked in front of the cameras and have ruined the scene. Daniel goes ballistic, and starts screaming at me for ruining the scene, and mentions now they will have to refilm it tomorrow, but I am not available tomorrow, and you know what? He's glad I'm not available tomorrow, because after ruining the scene, I don't deserve to be in it, so hah! I don't remember what I actually have to do tomorrow anyway, but I say I can reschedule if they want me to, and be there, but he tells me that I am not wanted. Rather depressing.

[Just interesting information ... though I have not read it in some fifteen or twenty years, there was a very early Spider-Man comic book that had Spider-Man and the Green Goblin filming a movie in a desert somewhere (Spider-Man thinking the Green Goblin was only an actor, and not realizing it was the real Goblin) when the Hulk stumbled into the middle of things for a huge fight.]

04-26-2014 -- Odd one, with several parts. It starts with me seeming to remember a dream I once had, that involved walking through the snow in Southern California, and I seem to be telling my sister about it. It was a fairly interesting dream, but not supremely so, and "I recall that it started right ... here." Here being the parking lot of the place my sister is currently working, and I explain how I was here to pick up a package (in the dream) to courier it somewhere, and I spotted all the snow, and started off to walk through it for a bit. [Might have tied into the dream where I ran into the 10th and 11th Doctors in a bar, dressing up like pirates, here.]

As I continue to tell my sister about the dream, I follow her into her work place (which somewhat resembles the 3M Dental warehouse). There's tight security, but she has no problem getting me in. We are wandering through the office area, me still telling her about the dream. We soon find ourselves standing in front of a strange cross between a vending machine and a weird sort of robotic Santa Claus giving out candy, and for some reason we are trying to empty the thing out, taking all the candy. Most of it we are just putting into a basket that everybody can take it from, but as we get close to finishing it off, I do keep a few bits for myself, including a couple of small bags of M&Ms, and what I think was a white chocolate version of a Willy Wonka Scrunch bar, a thing that has never actually existed. For some reason I am putting them in my pockets, even though I know they will melt there.

Melody has wandered off to talk to some of her co-workers, and as I was almost finished with my dream, this annoys me. I wait a little bit, but just when I am about to be able to tell her the ending, she wanders off to talk to more people, and I decide I have had enough, and I am just going to leave. I head to the exit, wondering if security is going to give me issues for leaving without her being with me, but they just wave me through. Soon I find myself out in the parking lot, looking for my white car. Problem is, it isn't where I left it, and I am walking back and forth through the parking lot looking for it, until I begin to worry that it might have been stolen. Also there seem to be some toughs approaching me, and I am thinking things are about to get painful.

Then suddenly the scene changes, and I am in a house where I seem to be sharing a room with either Ron D. or perhaps Chris (Kevin) W. For some reason we are literally sharing the same bedroom, and I find myself preparing to take my old wicker laundry basket out to do a load, but I have to make sure I gather up all my clothes, and none of his. Very strange, especially since the scene just changes again, for no reason.

I am now sitting in a bar, along the right side of the bar. There are tons of people around, and we seem to be filming an odd sort of cross between a game show and a reality show. There is a very cute English blonde (I think it is the blonde I saw in the latest Star Trek film last night, Alice Eve) who has to decide which of two gay men (both already in a relationship with another guy) she is going to marry. We're all in this bar where she and her friends interact with these two guys to decide which one she will choose. First it seems like the show is being hosted by George Takei, but it may eventually switch to being hosted by Drew Carey.

I don't really approve of the whole thing, so I am pretty much just sitting quietly, staying out of the way, but Alice is wearing a really mini mini skirt which is riding up further and further to show her stocking tops, and then eventually even her bush, while a large group of somewhat large and unattractive black ladies are standing around berating her and calling her a slut. I am just enjoying the show. Eventually the gay couple who were sitting at my part of the bar have wandered off, and there is nobody on that side any more, so I decide to move to the left side of the bar and take a seat, but as I do so, everybody is telling me I can't, and to go away, so I move back to the right side of the bar, just to find there are a couple about to take my seat there. I explain it is my seat and I need it, and have to tell them about the filming before they will go away. But eventually they do, and I have my seat back, and find myself talking to the boy friend of one of the gay men who Alice has to choose from, and we are both agreeing this is very stupid.

After I was back home from the exam (French) and had sat on the computer for about an hour writing previous entry I had under estimated how tired I actually was... I was exhausted. I decided to lay in my sister's bed as it's better quality than mine and I decided to do a WILD. For the first time I decided to throw some breathing exercises into the WILD-mix and did that for 10 minutes. I was really relaxed after just 15 minutes, then I just let my mind wander around and sometimes fall back thinking "Don't fall asleep...". After 30 minutes I felt my body getting slow and heavy and my head started to tillt to the right, I didn't care and let it just happen but then something weird happened. Suddenly I feel like I get inflated like a balloon, my inner-ears swell like when you drive around in the mountains and for the very first time did I hear auditory hallucinations because previous attempts at WILD failed or I did them using Binaural beats. I heard a bee or wasp flying over my head which was mildly worrying but again I just let it happen. It happened two times but I never knew how to transition, my only succesfull WILD attempts were pretty much DILDs that happened after WILDs. Anyway at some point I fell asleep and I had many FAs and a bunch of dreams. Also my sense of time was completly distorted, I was worried when I woke up I had slept all day and tomorrow I have another exam, but in the end it was just 2 hours.

I think in the future I will only use afternoon naps for WILD and keep night for SSILD or other techniques.

June 10, 2014

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After having mostly fragmented memories of dreams and waking at 5:30 am, I fell back asleep and had this dream:


I was visiting some other country with my family (immediate and most of the grandparents/aunts/cousins, as well as the Stanleys, who are the family of my mom's old high school friend). At first, we were in a city, wandering around and exploring new places. We were in a Hotel there, and my mom had come back with a bicycle she'd just bought. We all wondered how practical this was, since we were going to have to fly back, just like we'd had to fly there. We all got in multiple cars and headed for the house we were renting for the next week and a half of the trip; apparently Bob had built it.

I decided to do some exploring of the house. There was a main section of the house, with the living spaces, and three of the bedrooms, and then there was a separate space connected by a partially underground hallway (there were windows at the top of the walls, and these windows were just above ground level outside). The second space was a garden/master bedroom. There were flowers in pots everywhere and when I looked out the window, I saw that the whole top of that hallway was also planted. There were lots of windows, and the bed was in a section that was sunk down a few steps. I went outside the building and saw a door, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was just leading off from one of the bedrooms.

Then, mom got back. She'd decided to come on her bike, so it took her a lot longer to get there. Except she came on a motor scooter. We asked her why she had it, and she said that she'd traded the bike for the scooter. She had apparently also picked up groceries on the way there; they were in bags behind her.

I asked it I could ride the scooter (I only call it a scooter because I can't think of any better word... It was basically a box with wheels and no right-side wall, so that you could get in and out. I guess it was more of a cockpit?), and mom said sure, why not? She proceeded to show my family the snake she'd gotten on a whim at the grocery store.

So I get in through the absent right-hand wall, and sit/squat in this awkward little seat that was slanted forwards. The steering mechanism was a simple floppy paddle handle (like the locks on some bathroom stalls). At first, I thought that it was also the way to accelerate (kind of how in bumper cars, often times to reverse, you need to turn so far you go backwards), so I turned it really far and ended up just spinning really fast and getting dizzy (it spun without pressing the gas, apparently). I found the actual gas and break pedals and got on my way, taking it out for a spin.

I first went up the road to the left (as you face the house), which was up. The house was on a hill, so to the left it went uphill, and to the right it went downhill on a curve to the right. We were on a mountain or something, I think. I got bored going uphill, so I turned around (the turning was like in some video games, where when you rotate the handle to the left for the camera view, it turns right, and vise versa. I hate that, it confuses me so much) and went downhill. I passed the house and went along the curve to the right, and then it was straight and steep, and there was a jeep (this jeep, to be precise; I should clarify that I am in no way a conservative. One of my friends posted this on FB) coming at me really fast with their brights on even though the sun was just starting to set, and the road was narrow, so I pulled over to the right side, which was nearly a cliff, and waited for it to pass. I got freaked out by the jeep and turned back to go home.

When I got back, the snake my mom had bought with the groceries was chilling on the front porch, but then a large red snake with yellow spots outlined in black came out of the ground (like, it came out of the GROUND, not out of a hole in the ground) and attacked mom's snake. It was crazy. They were vicious and kept going in and out of the ground, and I was freaked out because I was almost positive this other snake was venomous and they kept coming up at random spots, so I hopped back inside where I would be safe. I told my mom, but she didn't seem too worried about her snake. "She's a tough cookie, that one," she said with a thumbs up.

I went off to find my brothers and ended up finding them in the main living room. Bob said he'd included a secret space when he built the house. I looked over and found a room I had missed before; it was long and narrow, with bunk beds built into the wall on the right-hand side. There were four bunks, then one twin, and then one queen/double. The last thing built into that wall was a sort of reading nook with a table and booth-benches around it. Bob and Erik said they would be sleeping in this room with the Stanley boys and our uncles.

On the left at the end of the room was an open space, and a door was at the very end. I opened it, and found out it was the door I'd seen earlier.

When I closed the door, everything went all Minecraft on me. I accidentally deleted a block from the wall, and I rotated through my inventory to replace it with a stone block, but then I realized the walls were made of leaf-blocks. I didn't have any of those in my inventory, so I left it as it was. I looked over to the area to the left and noticed something strange; it looked like there was something behind the leaf-blocks making up the wall, so I broke one of them with my sheers (so I could replace it if there wasn't actually anything there) and found a tunnel with a pitfall at the end. I looked down the hole, and found out there was water running below. A tetris-ish shaped lily-pad floated past, and I jumped down and landed on it.

I was in this GORGEOUS underground jungle-temple-like space. The river was artificial, it seemed, made out of cobblestone blocks, suspended a few blocks from the ground and winding and going up and down. There were vines hanging down over everything and dappled light coming in through little holes in the ground (the ceiling above me, since I was underground now). Roots intertwined and connected with the cobblestone river. It was at the same time minecraft blocky and real-world smooth. It was so surreal and so beautiful! There were lily-pads on the water, and chests full of treasure scattered throughout the river; some in the water, some above the water, some on the cobblestone at the edge of the water.

I let myself be carried by the river until it came into open daylight (the sun still had not set, but was very close to the horizon now) and found myself above the house. Instead of the road there had been before, it was all a river now. Wait a minute, this was a road before... Am I dreaming? Sure enough, for the first time ever, I did a reality check in my dream, and found I was dreaming. I was so excited that it started to destabilize, but I ran as fast as I could to the house to tell everyone we were in a dream.

I woke up before I could reach the house.
I gained lucidity (and remember it) for the first time!


Update: That day I spent way more time than I should have building the house in Minecraft. lol

June 08, 2014

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Kebab Gets Sick

I was with the backpacking group, drinking in an old house. I think the house belonged to one of my family members, or someone I knew, but I can't remember who it was. The house had a very modern feel to it, even though it was old. We were all on the second floor, and suddenly Kebab said, "I forgot how sick this stuff makes me..." and goes to the upstairs bathroom, but he gets worried that it won't hold all of his vomit (I laughed out loud as I wrote this out) and so he tries to get to the bigger bathroom downstairs, and... well, let's just say he left a trail, and it was disgusting.

I must have blotched out the part where I cleaned it all up. I remember being on the stairs at the point where it turns (it was one of those kinds of stairways), hearing him vomiting all the way to the bathroom, and then more in the bathroom. I remember thinking, Oh God, I'm going to have to clean this up...

And then I remember being back upstairs with Zukin, Penny, Ivan, and a friend of his, who was in my own grade instead of a year below me, like all three of the others are. I was telling them all about my Dream Journal, and gave them all my DV username so they could find me once they joined the site (Zukin and I were recruiting them all).

Suddenly, I was in my high school cafeteria, just as I am saying the last five letters of it; "E-L-K-A-T..."

And then someone on the complete other side of the cafeteria yells, "E-L-K-A-T!" And then someone else yells it from another side of the room, and soon the whole room is shouting "KESTRELKAT! KESTRELKAT!! KESSSSSTRELKAAAAATTT!!!"

It was so strange.




Murder at the Musical

A friend and I (at the beginning, I don't remember who she was, but toward the end it was one of my friends from college) were acting in a musical about a crazy King who tries to kill his daughter and her friend. My friend plays the daughter, and I play her friend... Her dad plays the crazy King. Can you see where this is going yet?

Anyways, we find out that her father is trying to kill us; He is going to do it right on stage and get away with it because people will think it's just really good acting. Or, it may have actually been that he was going to actually kill us in order to make it the best show ever. I can't remember exactly which it was, or if it was both. In the musical, the crazy King pretends to be the painting in his daughter's room in order to get her and her friend while they are off-guard, and he jumps at them with a knife, killing the friend first, because he knows his daughter wouldn't dare to avenge her friend and he could easily get her right after.

Everyone else in the play found out her father's plan, and was trying to help us. We couldn't go straight to the police because they wouldn't believe us if we did. So we all continued with rehearsals as planned, to formulate our plan and also to keep her father from finding out that we knew his plan. We had to all live in the building in which we practiced, and we weren't allowed to leave at all. It was an abandoned warehouse that was for some reason located on my home street.

When it was time to do a sort of official advertising for the musical (there was a local musical association, and they held an event where all the main characters of the various plays and musicals being put on would gather and try to sell tickets to people passing by on the street), my friend and I left the building (since we were main characters, and her Father could not keep us hidden away with the rest of the cast). Her father was already there, and we were to meet him. We decided we would expose him today, because there would be many people and policemen to help us, and he wasn't really a good actor anyways so he wouldn't be able to lie his way out of it.

The event was being held a couple blocks away, and so my friend and I had to get up the hill on my street. We were having a very hard time doing it, because of our bulky costumes, so we put on roller blades that we apparently had hidden in the bulky dresses we wore. The going got much faster then.

When we reached the top of the hill (that's where it meets the street on which the event was held), we saw that there were many, many more people than we had expected. Even better; more witnesses to his horrible lying and more support for ourselves. We found a policewoman and explain what was going on, and we led her to where my friend's dad was, in his ridiculous costume (like this, just he was a painting of a rather creepy looking clown, and the frame was almost as big as he was). We exposed him, and the police took him away. They told my frind and me that we should get the rest of the cast and crew, so that we could all go to testify at the station.

We go back to the building, gather the others, and get on a bus to get to the police station. As we walked to the bus stop, we all decided that we would have to find another musical to perform in, and that we would stick together because we had become like family. When we got on a bus, and it started moving, a man that had been sitting on a bench at the stop moved with the bus. He was outside of the bus, but moved as if he were in it, even swaying as the driver used the brakes too heavily. I stared out the window at him, and he stared back, grinning. Every time we stopped at a bus stop, the man would appear to adjust himself in his seat of air, so that he looked like he was just sitting at the bus stop. He was describing something to me, and it was strange, because I could hear his voice in my head again. But, I can't remember what he was describing to me. He wore a patch-filled jacket and had a sing-songy voice, but I didn't realize until I was awake that it was the same person from my Gangster Pimp story, who may have been The Face from another dream I had.

The leader of our little troupe suddenly told us all to get off the bus, quickly. In the confusion, the man whom I will call The Face until I learn his real identity vanished. I reach my troupe and find that they have been confronted by a group of white men and women (my whole troupe, except for my friend and me, was black, with only 1 or 2 women). They stood in lines facing each other, with the leaders of the two groups standing opposite each other. It seemed everyone in my own group had a counterpart in the other group, except for my friend and me. I suddenly know that our leader had taken s off the bus because he'd seen the other group waiting to get on it, and wanted to avoid a confrontation; but the leader of the other group had also spotted him getting off, and had stayed, just to pick a fight.

"What are you doing with these little white girls, eh? You messin' with them?" Their leader turned to me. "They messin' with you, honey?"
"We're their friends," I say.
"Oh really?"
"We're in a play- a musical- together."
The other group collectively mocked me and I saw some of their members push some of my friends, so I tried to make myself a human barrier between the two groups, hoping I could stop a fight from happening.

The other group members were saying really nasty, rude, and disrespectful things about my friends, and I could see my group beginning to get angrier, but they didn't make any moves.

Then, I saw my group's leader's thoughts for an instant; but it was enough to know that he and his friends had been in a bad situation before joining the musical cast and crew, and they all wanted to live better lives now.

"Just ignore them all," I said to my friends, while staring into the eyes of the opposite group leader.

That all went on for a few more minutes, and the situation was looking so desperate that I turned around and hugged as many of my group members as I could, crying. I guess the antagonizing gang must have gotten weirded out by my show of affection, and they left with the grumblings of an aggressor who doesn't really want to open that can of worms anymore.

We all sat down to wait for the next bus. People sniggered and talked bad about me, as if what I'd done was the stupidest thing they'd ever seen, and I snapped at them all, "Shut the FUCK up! What would you all have done?! Run away? Watch your friends get hurt?" My group leader ruffled my hair and the rest fell silent, just like my group was. It was all very sober until the bus got there. I sat at a window seat, with the leader to my right and my friend to his right. I remembered my leg brushing his, and realizing I needed a shower REALLY bad because my legs were prickly as fuck.

Then I woke up.

Morning of June 9, 2014. Monday.



Now this is what I call a long and convoluted dream, but I will only highlight the main details, though even that will take a bit of space. There seems to be a lot going on here.

The first section alone is long and convoluted and involves aliens arriving on the planet, though they are very friendly, it seems, at least to me. One alien male (known as a “malien” - pronounced “male-lee-in” and possibly also a play on a sister’s name - Marilyn - I had not had this particular intriguing word play before) actually touches my hand in a friendly way a few different times (not sexual; some sort of inter-species communication it seems and also an attempt to learn my human nature and “read my thoughts” - it also seems related to healing and at one point, seems like the Source itself and thus I am intrigued for a time - the alien seeming more friendly than most humans, though still very human-like in general appearance). This part of my dream has the sparsely recurring lifelong theme of jets pursuing alien spacecrafts (or UFOs possibly not of alien origin in some cases) at various vectors through the sky. I am readying myself and informing others of the possible explosions to come near or upon the building we are in, so it is time to leave the area.

Later, my wife and I are together and I am showing her my dream universe, though I am only partially lucid. We visit my old home in Cubitis. We go near the neighbor’s house and she sarcastically refers to Lisa M as a “changeling” (in reference to a precognitive dream I had before making contact with my wife to be; my dream about the grasshopper creature). No one else is around though, and looking in, it appears to have been long-abandoned (oddly, by Lisa’s family, not the two later very short-term tenants) with everything left behind. There is a bed against the northeast corner of the front bedroom in the southwest corner of the house, an old dusty desk, oddly shaped piles of old stamp albums against the front west wall - with black covers (with some sort of multiple-half-bubble surface texture) filled with dirt and soot. However, when I look again, I see that it is actually a rollaway bed near a couch and there are other sudden transformations. There is a lot of clear, vivid detail even though the scene changes once, but still represents a long-abandoned home with all or most belongings left behind.

This obviously comes from having shown her very close details of the house (from the outside only) from the Mapcarta maps of the area - and the place really did look long-abandoned (with lots of mold and vines over the house, even large long vines blocking the back door), which actually makes certain older dreams precognitive in nature, including the grasshopper one. In real life, I had firmly held the idea “no one will ever live there again” (my own anger and “abandonment” issues). After that, my parents and I did have two more sets of neighbors, both ending up going crazy (one younger male, Larry D going nuts and killing his chickens after having long conversations on a day to day basis calling them “ladies” - and then letting the rest go into our yard, and after a short time after he left, a female who also went crazy and had to be taken away), and then the house was empty for a couple years before my family moved back to Wisconsin.

The next part of my dream continues from a more recently recognized “clue” I believe was given to me by the Source. In the grasshopper dream, there was a completely unknown white Maltese dog that barked at the creature before I woke (and the “same” dog has appeared in a few other dreams). I had no idea where it came from and never saw one in real life at that time. It turns out that my wife-to-be had been taking care of the exact “same” dog when we first made contact (though it technically belonged to a younger sister). This was only one of hundreds of more detailed “clues” that confirmed my lifelong connection to my twin flame. In this part, we are now walking along near a river on a higher embankment. My wife is carrying the Maltese dog for some reason. This is seemingly like some sort of long-term “final rescue” of the “mystery dog” from the very old grasshopper dream, like some sort of catalyst, I suppose. We are now even “moving to La Crosse” from that point, though it is more like instantly “jumping” there in-dream. Next, there is a recurring idea of having to walk around a very narrow ledge near the roaring river. We manage to get around, but there is nowhere else to go, as the bridge is out. I then suggest to my wife that we just fly over even though it looks problematic. The dog is floated out on its own through our combined mind power at the same time we make it across as well, slowly floating and moving over the turbulent river to the other side, going west now over the Black River area. Even though it was extremely vivid and potentially hazardous, I was not all that concerned since my lucidity was sharpening at this point. I reasoned that if I fell into the river instead of floating in the air to the other side, I would just wake up.

After we get to the other side, there is not much to look at. Apparently, it is an old pawn shop run by Jackie Gleason (as he appeared on “The Honeymooners”). I want to get to the next room (as if the building is a composite hotel and pawn shop) but I need to give him some money. I give him several times what is required. It is a special rare one dollar bill. Instead of having Emperor Norton on it as expected in-dream, it has the Honeymooners’ Ed Norton character (Art Carney) as the iconic face with symmetrical arcs of fancy cursive handwriting in a few different areas. He looks at it in amazement and reflects on its value and rare nature (even though Norton was a “simple-minded buffoon” of sorts), with an enhanced nostalgic flair as only actors of that time period could do.

My wife and I enter the other room but then the door closes and locks as if we are now in some sort of bank vault (it actually seems like a strange composite of bank vault and small-town jail), which makes me annoyed. A few other people are in the room, most with a 1940s gangster presence. I am not sure what to do, as it feels similar to a previous dream about “having nowhere else to go”. The door is of an odd design, though. It is like a Dutch door, but with the top and bottom sections being vertically maneuvered into the floor and ceiling and out again instead of horizontally on hinges. It also seems computerized or at least remotely controlled.

I decide, becoming slightly more lucid, that we will attempt to leave and go to a better location. “Twenty-two,” I say. I look around, becoming impatient. “Twenty-two!” I declare. No one has a clue and nothing noticeable happens. I turn around to the west wall, opposite the sealed door. I then very clearly “draw” the number twenty-two (of the style with small curves at each start and on the downwardly curved bases as well) in the air just out from the wall’s surface. When I finish, the locked door opens outward quite quickly and forcefully on its own. In fact, the entire room soon begins to rise up with the walls simultaneously going outward from the bottom up and disintegrating. From there, my wife and I are free to explore a large peaceful forest with no more man-made features or distractions. It seems to be an enhanced, larger than life area of Coon Valley.

Bedtime: 12.PM Waketime: 11:AM.

Preparation: The normal (see DJ entry 1)

Dream 1:Me and my little brother were in some kind of large house, and i had recently been given a cat. The reason for this was because i for some reason had to prove my responsibility, and that i could take care of things. I think me and my little brother then walk to a different house, or most likely a different part of the large house. My little brother brings the cat, and we stay there for some time playing with the cat. After we leave the house, i ask my brother where the cat is. Darn, he forgot. I rage at him for a little while and there my memory cuts.

Dream 2: In a large amazon-like environment, me and and ome my friends find a snowscooter and race down a snow-clad hill that we somehow found. We take turns being the steerer, as there is no brake or engine. We drive past a crowded area in the snow where children and people are playing. Accidentially we drive off a cliff. I cant remember if i woke up here, or if i actually didn't fall, but just went off the tracks.

Dream 3: This was the clearest dream out of the three, and the only one where i very faintly seem to remember i was lucid. In the same environement as the first dream, my brother (could have been a different DC) seems to be having a bit off a fight with some random people chillig inside a crashed plane of the mountains. He cuffs his arm to mine, and asks me if i dare to dangle off the side of the mountain. There is a little cut here where i dont remember anything.
I then encounter one of my other friends, he is injured and needs blood. This is where i realize i'm in a game, because i try to find out what bloodtype i am by using the menu. What i did most in this dream however, was being a smite/dota-like character running around and killing mobs to level up with my friend (we didn't kill many however as i woke up soon after).

Other things i did, but can't remember when/which of the dreams it happened in is:
-Shoot a bazooka at a tanks that was FAR away, missed every shot.
Climb around the beautiful mountain inspired by the norwegian place, engevika. I was very far up, and there was a vertical drop of a few hundred feet down. I know i was lucid in this scene because i remember myself thinking:''This is a dream, i can survive this fall''. For some reason (maybe i lost lucidity) i didn't jump.
-Stared at a fabolous ass (sorry Linn)
-Go through a type of ''gear up'' corridor where we prepared for battle?
-Traversed the jungle with my friends (seem to remember it was a part of a game, much like capture the flag in f.eks battlefield).
-Saw one of my female friends fail at parachuting down the mountainside.


Explanations/descriptions: Mountain: The mountain was absoloutely beautiful, and was had a long, vertical drop if you were to run straight ahead. If you went left or right however, you could get down to the jungle. It was inspired i think by engevika and hvaler in norway, just much larger. It seems there was a base inside the mountain where you could gear up fpr battle in the jungle below. There was also a plane (could be car) that was crashed into the mountain, you could go inside. The mountains were also shaped like a ton of squares forced together, making it hard and interesting to climb around on.

Jungle: Here me and my friend farmed a few mobs to level up our dota/smite characters. It was lush, green and head vines that snirkled over the forestground. It had broad pathways through it, making it easy to traverse. There seemed to also be some temples of sort, that me and my friends explored. It had tall trees, and many ups and downs.Very fun to explore.

The house: In dream one; It was large, and i think it had white walls. My father was on here, and though i think he was the one that gave me the cat, i'm not sure. The other part of the house, where i lost the cat definately had white walls, and some chars. The walls were also strangely deformed, i think.

The snowy place/hill: Very basic, had extreme drops downwards, not fit for anyone to go down (even though kids were playing at the bottom of the hill. It was nice, and went down for a VERY long time. At the bottom i think i saw lake, there were few trees that were covered in snow as well.

Had a dream 2 nights ago that I was in a bus. The roads kept getting thinner and thinner until it finally disappeared, we went crashing into the water and the bus driver had to open the emergency door. We all went out that way and had to swim up... It was taking very long and then I remember when I was out of the water, I was telling my mom what happened and how it was in the bus and how long it took to swim out, I remember I felt like I was out of breath. It was scaryyy. <-- That's how I was swimming up haha.

Need some thoughts on this dream that might settle my nerves. I'll describe the dream first and then the people in it.

The dream started in the choir room at my high school. Typical looking choir/music room. Chairs in rows on large, slightly raised carpeted steps in a half circle. The ground level section being where the piano is placed. It is a very large room and people are in there often. In my dream it was around midday, people flourishing and I had walked in, to wait for the bus as I normally do. (Though the bus comes at 2:30 when school ends, in my dream it looked about 11 or 12). The choir teacher (who I'll refer to as Mr. H) was sitting on one of the steps playing his guitar and seemed to be practicing a song with another student. Suddenly it seemed like the school day had ended and people were beginning to leave and go home. I sat near to listen to him play, a soft song on the guitar. I didn't pay attention much, only checked my phone and said hi to some friends. Once I got comfortable enough he shouted at the kid next to him to leave. The kid, frightened, left the room, leaving Mr. H to continue playing his guitar with only me near him. Soon I felt weary, my eyelids heavy and the task of waiting for the bus seemed pointless. I leaned back against the small steps and nuzzled in like I were in my own bed, listening to him strum. Soon I heard the echo as he put the guitar down and moved to lay next to me, putting his arm around me until he fell asleep. Like I had been enchanted or in a trance. I felt content to be next to him, even on the floor. I loved the way he held me. People walked by with grins, but I was half asleep and felt too delirious to respond. A certain friend of mine walked by with a smirk and mumbled something before leaving the room. The last thing I remember is the teacher's arms around me and falling asleep.

Weird? Lame? This dream has been bothering me for awhile.

Some background:

I am not in this teachers class, it is not on my schedule for this year. But I am to be placed in it next year. I only know this teacher because his classroom is right by the bus stop so I wait in there everyday after school and I've gotten to know some of the people in the actual class, but I've only talked to him once or twice.

The teacher himself is very, very young, only a couple of years older than most of the seniors. It is his first year teaching at this school, and many of my friends (and many others in general) think he is very attractive. I generally do not tolerate a lot of foolishness and from hearing him discipline, we share the same thoughts on what is immature and what is not. But since he is so young he tends to favor kids and acts a little immature at times. He is sarcastic yet strict. He is not my favorite teacher for this reason, he has caused some trouble with my sister in the past but the fact that he resembles a certain celebrity that I adore greatly, I find that I can't hate him. I deny the claim that I find him cute since I talk trash about him to cover it up.

The girl in the end of my dream is in his class, another class of mine and is a senior. She is very beautiful, has a nice body and is fearless. I once caught the choir teacher eyeing her as she left the room one afternoon and I can't help but envy her. What can it mean that she was the last person to see the teacher and I cuddled up next to each other on the floor and just smirk at us?

I find that I have a love-hate relationship with this dream and the people in it. I find it unusual because of the significant age difference between the teacher and I (freshman, college grad.) and the age difference between him and the senior girl who could easily spark a relationship if they wanted. I feel envious and depressed that I might not be able to be a star pupil in this teachers eyes, even when I have these vivid dreams. I find that I feel like I've known him for years?

Any thoughts or interpretations (or further questions) would be appreciated! ♥

#324 – DEILD – 5:46AM

I have a bad dream about my dad stepping around in my garden. I become overly angry and shout horrible things at him. He doesn't seem to understand what's doing on and I complain to my mom.

I wake and enter DEILD. This time I say a mantra and focus on forming energy in my hands. Within a few seconds I notice that my hands are moving back and forth really fast. I know that I have entered the dream and it feels natural to open my dream eyes. I note my physical eyes feel shut but also open and I stare at the ceiling for a moment suddenly unsure if it's the dream or reality. The early morning light is filtering in the window and all seems super realistic, but I note the feel of my body. It has a physical quality but also numb like I've applied Novocain all over. Rather than worry too much about this, I decide to get up out of bed. Instead of my usual transition, I have to make all the necessary movements as in waking life. The numbness is really noticeable here, but I get too caught up on it; I am too excited to attempt the Meteor Task Of The Month.

I step out the front door and see the sun rising in the east. The amount of light is just enough that I don't have to struggle to see for once. For some reason, I am really surprised how pleasantly cool the air feels. Why did I think it would be hot? I chuckle and comment something out loud. To start up the task, I begin looking around at the sky with expectation. I try to imagine and visualize a fireball plummeting to the Earth but nothing forms. I even try making fiery sounds with my mouth, but sounds really lame and kiddish. The steet is empty of all traffic and people and the clouds seem extra colorful and fluffy. I am tempted to try flying, but I remain focused on the task.

I decide to walk around the area some still expecting a meteor. I notice that I haven't taken a step this whole dream. I just glide everywhere. Somehow, this gives me a though to Hulk jump to a new area, but it becomes more of a puny moon hop. I try flapping my arms to try to gain more height and I only hover a few feet in the air. Ok I give up.

Whatever travel took place during all this, was actually more that I had thought as I am now in front of the high school stadium, several blocks away. There are no people around, save for an middle aged Asian woman behind a classic lemonade stand. I can't see what she is selling but she is wiping down the counter as if trying to keep busy. I think maybe I will ask her to summon the meteor for me as I cross the street. When I am near enough to speak, she doesn't look at me though I feel she saw me. Before I can open my mouth, I see a bright fiery flash of light to my left. Realizing that of course no words are necessary, I smile and wave at the woman and turn to the meteor impact.

There's a blue and white townhouse on fire opposite of the stadium and several people are running around making a huge commotion, but no one seems to know what to do. I glide over to the house and stop at the unpainted picket fence. A man seems overly frantic so I give him a job, “Hey. Why don't you go call 911?” The man nods and runs off. I shrug and float closer to the house, but something weird happens.

I am now standing in front of an extra large doll house that's nearly as tall as myself. I am amused and a little annoyed that the townhouse shrunk like this, but I think I can still finish the task. The entire thing still burning and the fire has become translucent and hardly noticeable. I see a large hole in the roof and another in the floor of the second level. I reach in to try to grab a the meteor though I don't really see it. It doesn't matter because it's like I am a ghost and my hand passes through anything I touch. An adolescent boy runs up, pushes past me and takes something out of the house. He turns to examine his cupped hands and I assume he grabbed the meteor as I look over his shoulder. I am surprised when I see he just has something like a large sliver of dark brownish glass like from a broken beer bottle. I hear a chiming noise that shatters all dream content. I wake, cursing myself for not silencing my cell phone before going to bed.

I thought to DEILD but there was too much light in the room and I could not go back to sleep.

I got a lucid last night, it was odd, because lately I have not been doing reality check and have not been getting many lucids but when I do without them for some reason I am wandering around and then....I just know.

Anyways, to the dream.

I was in a dream, I was in some time of building. Reminded me of New Yorks train station or some crap. It had this big globe, and their was lucsious light flowing in. There were people there, one was a girl, and I think their also was a guy? No idea.

I think I was following the girl, when I realised I was dreaming seemingly. I guess I had a "urge" and started doing it, when I remembered my goal

I need to play the song!

So I realised, I need to get the people and the instruments! At the time, I was at my house in my garages doorway (the door that leads into the garage from the inside) and their was this guy I can't remember teaching my some trombone tricks that only work in my dreams because it involved me moving and that would affect the sound. After that I woke up, but lets see another dream!

This was a uncomfortable non-lucid, and here is how it went.

It started out that school was over, and I completely forgot about my football practice AND my bus left without me. Everyone at the school was gone except my buddy, which we'll just call S, who was getting a ride from his dad. His dad came and S went in and for some reason it took awhile for S to tell his dad and S was smiling at me, so was his dad, until for some reason for no reason I was on a bus suddenly, driving away from them. I was shocked, then realised something.

This isn't my bus.
I started getting scared and screaming, until I somehow realised my crush was on the bus, which we'll call her SY. The bus was lumbering in the wrong direction with me on it. At one point I guess I was dropped off at this..house. It reminded me of Alice in Wonderland, because their was purple glows with this cartoony looking houses. Anyways, I went inside and the rest was blurry, I think I met this girl or whatever.

I went outside, and in the dream and after woke up thought nothing of it, but their was a car (that was supposed to be...mine?) destroyed their. Blown up. It wasnt just any car though

It wasn't just docs time machine


It was redstars CAR!
Now, imma get a bit off track here, but let me introduce to you..redstar. He's been with me for about 2 years now, and basically he is me in my mind. He is me, except not me. He has god powers, and can do anything really. He goes on adventures with multiple universes like My Little Pony, Human, Doctor Who, any really. He was born on gallifrey with the doctor, where the "Gods" and the Time Lords lived together but not with harmony, much conflict. He was still best friends with the doctor. Anyways, redstars car was a Tardis combined with a delorean. I never have dreams about redstar, and this little hint set me off with something that could be unsettling.

My dreams were mocking me.

Eventually, the girl gave me money to get on this Transit bus and I made my way back home, when their was these two cops and this crazy black guy with a shotgun threatening my mom (the cops weren't, they were trying to kill him)

Nothing really happened after that, but I guess I can call this memorable.

Alright! I had a lucid dream tonight after doing a WBTB and SSILD, if I can get frequent results using SSILD it will become my main technique for induction. I really don't know why or how it works but I look forward to next night.

1. Killer planes...

I was with some friends near a wall and next to the wall were seats, there was an opening in the wall were a small plane frequently flew through. We wanted to sit as close as possible to the hole so the plane would barely miss us, one friend sat so close the plane near smashed his head but he said I shouldn't worry.

2. Alright lucid, and now what?* (SSILD)

I was flying above a pine forest and suddenly I know it's a dream, I land in the forest and the pine trees are red and orange. On the ground level the water is 1 meter high and I do an RC to check, as I plug my nose and breath in I can clearly feel the cold air going down my throat. Suddenly I'm quiet worried of the fact I'm standing in water. (IRL I really don't like standing in water while I don't know what's in it...) A large waves formes and throws me off balance, as I go under I get teleported to a place I can't remember but it was urban. There I did the nose plug RC over and over cause I just couldn't believe it was true, then I looked at my hands and saw they were deformed. I tried flying several times but failed, after that I tested myself with some basic questions... "How old am I?", which I answered wrong cause I said "I'm 15 years old.", while actually I'm 16. DERP! For some reason after many failed attempts of flying I got bored for some reason and woke myself up. (I feel stupid now, I could've done more things...) I was suddenly in my bedroom and it was Sunny outside. Then I fell asleep again and woke up ones again but now it was raining. I got out and asked my sister who was already awake "Has it been that grey for whole the morning?", she said yes and I knew I had an FA... I should really do an RC everytime I get up now.

One thing to note is that last year when had a DJ I had my first LD after 8 entries and this time I had an LD again after 8 entries... according to the other DJ I should now have a night without an LD and then I should have a night with an LD again. Let's hope I can break the chain and become lucid tonight already!

June 05, 2014

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Whoa, 6 Dreams (well, some Dreams and some Fragments) remembered!

Blue Pool

I was with Zukin and some people who claimed to be high-level Dreamers, and we were sitting on a sofa, talking about Lucid Dreaming (funny that we were talking about it but I didn't realize I was dreaming). Then we all moved to a room that was a pool. The whole room was a giant pool with a walkway down the middle. The tiles in the pool were mostly deep blue with some red ones. There were signs being made (like actual signs. Road signs.) somewhere in the room. They were popping out of a conveyor on the other side of the wall.

I think I might have realized I was dreaming, but I woke up immediately. If I did realize, it didn't last long.




Circus!

I was a kid again in this dream. Maybe 10-14 years old. My dad and brothers were going to a circus. We walked into the lobby of the building it was in (it was on some upper floor of a large building). There were three other children there, with their guardian (I wasn't sure if it was their parent or not) in the lobby.

We got into the elevator, the walls of which were lined with that yellow foamy insulator you find in crawl spaces and whatnot.

We got out of the elevator and then sat down in this little play corner that was actually the seats for the audience. You were supposed to climb up to any seat we wanted. It's a bit hard to describe, but think of side-scrolling video games where there are ledges you have to jump up to and whatnot. So I'm trying to get up to the perfect seat, but I can't reach it.



Then there were two fractions of dreams: One about playing my music over speakers, and another about sleeping downstairs in my laundry room. I was only wearing underwear (no bra) because it was really hot, and my dad came in and got all embarrassed. But I was still half asleep and still tired so I threw on a shirt and went to sleep in the car, since we were going somewhere that day. My mom was already sleeping in the back, so I just curled up in the passenger seat.




Just Don't Tell my Mom, Okay?

I was a student in a classroom, high school, I think. We were in the middle of class, and two punks had barged in; They were pushing my classmates around, badmouthing everyone, and extorting money from them and being general jerks. Eventually I got fed up with it and yelled at them from across the room, "You two need to GET. OUT."

One of them got all bashful and apologized, getting ready to leave, but the other (the taller one) just stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down his nose at me. I planted my feet and glared right back (I am short, so this must have been hilarious to watch), until he averted his gaze and then left, grumbling.

About an hour later, another punk came to my classroom, and yelled, "Which Bitch is that told my boys to leave?!" Like an idiot, I stood up and said, "It was me." The guy looked like a Gangster Pimp.

He took me out in the hall and I felt like he was gong to beat me, so I started to run away. I felt like a rabbit being chased by a wolf, and it felt hopeless. It felt like no matter where I ran, he would find me, and then beat me, rape me, verbally abuse me, who knows what.

I eventually got to a door leading out of the building. It opened to a slope, exactly like the one Zukin and I slid down on our butts in Austria. It was steep and the soil was dry, and there were trees scattered sparsely. I slid down the slope, using the trees as check-points of a sort to control my path downward. I got to the bottom and looked up to see if he was following. He was inside still, I could see him glaring down at me from inside the door. It had started to rain, so I assumed that he wouldn't come out in order to keep his clothes clean (Or rather, his voice was in my head saying "The only reason I'm not going and getting you out there is to keep my clothes dry, bitch."). I started running to my left, and turned when the building made a corner. Around the corner was another door into the building. I figured I would go in and try to get a teacher. As I ran toward the door, to my right I heard a voice say, "You don't have to run. You have the power to manipulate him." I turned to see a man floating in the air. It looked like he was sitting in an invisible throne in the air. He had on clothes that appeared kinda jester-like. But more ragged. Colorful patches everywhere, a funny hat. His hair was long, for a guy, and messy. He has a sing-songy voice.

I ignored what he said because the Gangster Pimp was going to kill me if I didn't keep running. I keep running, and I almost reach the door, but the Gangster Pimp comes out of a door a little further down and starts running after me. It's still raining, but we're under an awning now. I'm no longer safe, in the rain.

I try to reach the door but he catches me just before I get there and corners me. "I'll teach you to mess with my boys!" He threatened, cracking his knuckles.
"I didn't touch them! All I did was make them leave!"
He hit me on the left side of my face. "Shut up, bitch! I'm a pimp and I protect my boys!"
I didn't know what else to do, so I started begging and apologizing. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just don't hit me again...!"
And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my old high school teachers coming outside. "Help! Help, Hafer! Mr. Hafer! This guy...!" But he didn't hear me at all, or else ignored me (which he wouldn't do; he was one of the best teachers I had in high school). He walked back inside, and I felt so alone.

The Gangster Pimp raised his hand like he was going to hit me again, and I yelled, "You would hit a girl like that?!"
Suddenly he got all sheepish. "D-don't say it like that!" He stammered.
Suddenly I was scolding him. "And this is a new piercing. Do you know how much it hurts to get hit over a new piercing?!"
"I'm sorry..."
"And besides you should be in class!"
"Yes Ma'am..."
"Before that, go apologize to my classmates for disrupting our learning!"
"Don't tell my mom about this, okay...?"
We walk back to the tree-slope door for some reason, instead of taking the door right next to us. We wait under the overhang until the rain clears, to keep his clothes clean. Once it was clear, we start walking, and to my left, still where he had been before, was the jester-man, who had much the same feeling as The Face at the end of one of my previous dreams. He smiled (though it was more of a smirk) and said, "Told you." Then he vanished. I noticed then that the rain hadn't been falling on him; there was a circle of dry pavement around where he'd been.

After getting back to my class, like right after the Gangster Pimp leaves, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to go to a rap concert with him. I don't know how he got my number.

Then I either woke up or faded into the next dream...



Rest Stop of Creepy

I was on a car trip with my Dad, Erik, Bob, WW (my grandpa) and my uncle Nick. I don't know why my mom wasn't there. We were driving in some place with mountains and open prairie/almost desert. We stopped at a rest stop to get some things and while we were browsing, this weird man enters the store, and asks random people if he can buy them random junk from the store. He asked me if he could buy me some canned peaches and I said no. I kept saying no but he kept asking about other things he could buy me. Eventually I got him to go away, and picked up a chocolate milk, bringing it to my dad to pay for while I went to the bathroom.

When I got out, I tried to find my family but they had left without me. I knew where we were going, so I figured I would just walk to catch up with them. I texted them to wait for me somewhere up the road, and turned out to the road. I went left (I get the feeling I was going west... but I'm directionally challenged so I don't know if that is true).

I passed a couple buildings on a hill to my left. At some point I met a woman who handed me a box of water bottles and some paper cups, telling me to "keep strong." I was starting to panic because the sun was setting and I could hear some animals off in the distance. I had gotten out of the woodsy hills and was now in an open, relatively flat, prairie area. There were huge, majestic mountains to my right. It looked a little like the Tetons look from the road. I got to another hilly area and checked my phone to see if anyone had responded to my texts. Then I rounded a corner and found the van sitting at a lookout with a door open, waiting for me to jump in. I was pissed at them all and didn't speak to any of them for the rest of the ride.



Dog Fights

I was at Oma and Grandpa's house (in the living room with big windows), talking to my grandpa about his past. My family and some dogs I didn't know were playing outside in the back yard.

Through the windows, I saw a pack of three foxes, larger than any normal fox, circle the group, as if hunting. I tried to warn my family, but they couldn't hear me from inside. Then, one of the foxes jumped at Erik, but he ducked just in time and didn't get hurt. Everyone starts yelling and the foxes run away. They were literally hopping/jumping as high as the trees, like Virginia (John Carter) in the movie. (Um, just sort of ignore that music in that video... There was loud music playing when I found the video. And then it lead to a hilarious moment when Zukin turned off her music and we both heard the music in this video for the first time)

But after a few minutes, they come back with two large wolves. Then, all hell broke loose.
There were suddenly a bunch of neighborhood dogs of all kinds, and the wolves and foxes were fighting the dogs. The dogs eventually fought off the wolves and foxes, but two of them were badly wounded. Their owners were there, and one of the really badly wounded ones, a newfie, was leaning on its owner and dying. It was really sad...

Apparently, my grandpa had completely missed the whole thing. He's a bit deaf, so he hadn't heard any of the mayhem.

Then I woke up.