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Sneaking into a military compound of sorts, there are multiple levels of concentric balconies surrounding a central structure, every bit of which is teaming with guards. There is a bomb that is set to explode soon which will kill a bunch of innocent people. Looking at how heavily guarded the bomb platform is I think, "This is going to be really difficult, but those people in there need me, so I don't have a choice"

Vastly outnumbered, I try to remain unseen as I creep into the central structure. There is no roof on the central structure, but the whole compound area seems to be in a building that resembles a covered football arena, only never meant for sports. One of the guards spots me and immediately starts shooting. I jump into an adjacent room to dodge the gunfire, but not fast enough as a bullet tears through my abdomen. All I can think is, "It burns so much!" as I crumple to the floor behind a large metal desk. Trying to crawl to a safe place, I drag myself across the floor, but the guards have me surrounded now. Sadistically, they plan to kill me slowly, in the most painful way possible. They taunt me and laugh to each other, trying to instill fear in me. Rather than be afraid, I simply prepare to die. Loving the guards now, I alertly observe their actions to see what they will do next. One of them shoots me in the foot. It really hurts! On impulse, I pull my shoe off, and apply pressure to my blood soaked sock as my foot throbs in pain. Noticing how much blood I'm losing I become lucid!

I realize that I cannot be harmed now that I am lucid. Just in time - another guard runs towards me and rams a knife through my stomach! I am a little surprised at this, and yet confident that I am indeed still dreaming and there is no pain. "I could feel the pain from this" I ponder, but decide not to go there right now. Screaming at me, the guard pulls the knife out and stabs me again, but in the chest. I have to consciously decide to have his knife just pass through me unhindered, but it is worth doing for now. A handful of other guards surround me and start pulling at my arms and grabbing me to hold me in place.

Feeling a little too close for comfort with all these hostile DCs, I levitate a good 15 ft above them so as to be out of their reach. This works, until they start shooting at me. Really, it's very loud, and distracting to have all that gunfire so close. I float out of their line of sight and contemplate my options, "I could do anything now that I'm lucid. There's not even a real bomb, no one will get hurt, so I don't have to defuse it anymore... What should I do?"

I decide that it is an interesting challenge, and even though the innocent DCs don't exist, and that this whole scenario doesn't exist, I still want to defuse the bomb to save them. It seems like the moral thing to do, and I want to follow my good intentions more anyway.

Floating around the corner, I get a peek at the bomb on the top level of the building, complete with a rats nest of wires, and a pulsing red light. It reminds me of Counter Strike for some reason. There are a lot of guards nearby, and each time I poke my head around the corner, there is a hail of gunfire. It's easier to dodge than to allow to pass through me. I hear the timer on the bomb tick down, and know there is only 17 seconds left before it explodes. "That's not much time to work with!"

So, I turn on the cheats, decide that the hostile DCs' guns no longer shoot bullets (without their knowledge), float into line of sight with the bomb, and use telekinesis to break the bomb into individual parts, levitating each one of them out in the air so it looks like one of those exploded view engineering diagrams, frozen in space. As I do so, the timer clicks to zero, and makes a loud buzzing noise. I find it to be a very annoying sound, but at least the bomb cannot explode now. I feel satisfied with my choice there.

Now, if only I can stop this buzzing!

I gradually become aware that it is in fact the same buzzing as my alarm clock as I wake up and my room fades into view.

6/3/2014

In bed: 12:38 AM - 7:43 AM
#4. I. 7:30 AM

I am in some building like a mall. I go to the food court area even though I’m not even hungry. There is a main area for a Burger King then a smaller, long area for other restaurants. As I am passing through the Burger King to the other area, I see on one of the menus they are selling these combo cups that combine two different ingredients. One of them is bacon with chocolate crunch which shocks and disgusts me that they are selling that. I continue to the area with the other restaurants which is through a short door to an area that is not very wide but is a long section with different restaurants along the wall just with a counter and the area that the food comes from is behind the wall. I am not even hungry, so I don’t really know why I came here. One of the servers who is wearing a chef’s hat is standing out from behind the counter as I enter since there must not have been many people around. He asks me if I want to order something. I sort of just want to leave, but tell him to give me a moment.

I am meeting with a club of mine that has to do with Japan. We want to do outreach to different countries around the world. We have either a physical map or a map on a computer, and we are dividing up each person getting assigned to a specific country. I am looking trying to decide what country to pick, and consider Israel. But I realize that since I won’t be picking Japan since that is our main country, so really it doesn’t matter to me. I want to do it randomly.

I am in a different room in the building now. It is kind of like “[“ shape with two indentations on either side. We are playing a team water balloon fight game (it is questionable if these are water balloons or if they are just balls since they never burst) that basically like dodgeball. I am really good at the game and carry more than one ball at a time usually using the one in my left hand as a shield to deflect off throws at me while carrying one or two in my right hand to throw. There is some way of having two lives which has to do with carrying a shield balloon or something. I stay in the corner that I am in getting people that come running over usually throwing my balloon even before I see them anticipating their approach. Pretty much every time, I end up asking if I even hit them as it is hard to tell if I hit them, but they always say that I did. Sometimes, I get hit as well, but using the second life, I stay in the game, and there is some way that I keep restoring it, each time I get a tag. Sometimes, I also manage to stop and trap their throw on my body, so that I effectively catch it and get them out. Towards the end, I am the only person left on my team. There are three or so opponents. I tag one from a distance from my corner then from there run to the other side’s corner which is through a door. I tag the guy inside then pretend to hide from the other guy that is outside. I hear him running towards the door, so I throw out a balloon which goes through the door right as he approaches. I am unsure again if I hit him, but he claims that I did.

We all go to the theater for some event to watch. Most of us are on the left side seats. The guys that were the people left on the other team are sitting behind me. The academic director is sitting near us on the edge of the middle row of seats and ask out who all is going to Japan in the spring. The guys behind me each say that they are going, having already found out which I am excited to meet others going. I tell her that I’ve looked at the application to apply but haven’t started it yet. She tells me to email her my information so that she can help. There is quite a lot of talking going on for this being an event we are supposed to be watching with us and others in front of us talking.

Still in the theater, before long, I see an old friend from high school, DC, has just arrived. She walks up the steps towards where we are and says that she finally got her physical form in. It seems to be the very first day of classes. Most people are oblivious to her arriving for some reason though she does greet and hug a few people in the middle section. When she gets closer to where I am, I wave and she comes over and hugs me. I move my legs over so that she can get through to sit in our row here. I am on the edge, and there was someone sitting to my left that got up to go somewhere, and DC sits there, but I don’t say anything about it. I ask her what happened that made her get here so late, it is already around 11:30 AM. She had a problem with her physical form with some of the words not being in the right order for the official surgeon general. Basically, something stupid. Her dad was luckily able to come to fix it.

(Ahhh, so this is my first fully-aware lucid dream and I am so excited!

I'd been trying to WILD that night with no previous sleeping just to see if it would work. I also very briefly looked at the DILD technique (like literally around 5 minutes). Either way, neither worked and I woke up in the morning completely dreamless. Either way, considering that I had got some sleep prior now I half heartedly tried WILDing again. It did not work again, however...)

... I can't remember anything about my dream before this point but the first thing I remember was checking my left hand and realising I had 8 fingers*. I started to become lucid but this world seemed so real! I was laying in my bed at my Dad's house and it all looked so... in place*. I checked a couple more times and sure enough, although the numbers kept changing, my hands kept sprouting extra fingers!

Not sure what to do, I tried turning on the light and sure enough, the switch did not work. It was at this point that my Dad began to speak. I was sure he said something about me waking up, which made sense since I was in my bed and it did seem to be morning. Either way, I opened my door and there he was. I said hi to him and my step-mum, taking note of the fact that there was an extra door in the hallway*. Up to this point, I had been considering shouting something out loud to the world in order to attempt to change it in some way however I didn't since I was worried this might not really be a dream and also, if it was, that my dream-dad might do something weird if he heard me. I told him I was going to go in the shower, hoping I could speak whilst drowning out the noise then, but he told me to stay put for a little while.

Going back into my room, I decided to take a look at one of the books on the shelf. I picked Harry Potter in the end. Opening it, I can't remember what the words on the pages actually said, however there were poems, at the bottom of the pages, written by the author to her dad. The letters d and q were highlighted in a bold, bright orange colour on each page as well. I also noticed that it looked like someone had drawn on the pages, writing their own poems on the pages as well*. Scrolling back through the book, the highlighted letters were no longer highlighted. I was also aware that, downstairs, my dad seemed to be letting someone into the house.

Either way, after checking my hands a couple more times, still a bit in disbelief, I covered my mouth in my hands and shouted into them the first thing that came to mind - "Take me to the beach!". When I opened my eyes, I was still in the room but gravity seemed to have flipped 90 degrees, with the floor in front of me and with me standing on the wall. I tried again and everything went black. It was at this point that a little bar at the bottom of my vision appeared, kind of like the progress bar on a YouTube video. Wanting to try again I rewound a little way backwards before closing my eyes and promptly waking up.

(Dream Notes!

* - It was only after waking up that I realised I had been looking for 6 fingers as a sign of real life, as oppose to 5. Turns out I apparently can't count in dreams >.>

* - There were, looking back, actually quite a few things wrong with this scenario. First of all, in real life, I had fallen asleep at my Mum's house, not my Dad's. Second of all, my bed at my Dad's has been moved to the other side of the room, but in the dream it was still in the old position.

* - I wonder what would've happened if I'd gone into this "extra" room? Maybe I would have seen something dark and secret?? :O

* - I can't actually remember what the other writing said although I remember there being arrows pointed to the poems, like someone was trying to add something onto the end of them?

)

Tonight I had enough sleep and upon awakening I remembered most of my dreams.
However I think I might have made the biggest mistake in Lucid history, completly ignoring a clear sign that I'm dreaming while in bed. This is what happened, I red this new technique here which I thought sounded good:

My personal method of becoming lucid. If anyone is interested. : LucidDreaming

You basicly have to mimic the feeling of an action you're familiar with (like clapping your hands) in your head while you're falling asleep and when you actually start doing this you should know it's your dreambody and you are in a dream. What happened is I tried it and I clearly felled my arms and hands clapping. But instead of thinking I was in a dream I thought I was doing it to intense and thought I was clapping in my bed IRL... I FEEL SO STUPID NOW!

1. The Aurora Borealis

I was at school exiting the main building cause it was pause, when I looked up to the sky it was quiet dark yet the sun (which was in a weird low place of the sky, one it's never IRL) was large and yellow. I could see stars and clouds were slightly glowing blue, I was amazed by the view and it got even better. A beautifull aurora borealis formed and I shouted to people next to me "Look at that! It's an aurora!" I felled intensely happy. It was slightly snowing I think... Then I was teleported to the red square in Moscow looking towards the Kremlin Palace with the aurora and blue sky. I walked to a weird half-open building and some sort of stage was at the back, on the stage 5 mannequins in Napoleon-style army uniforms came out of several door with trumpets and started making music similar to happy Disney music. I've never been to Russia though.

2. Dream film

This dream was like watching a film, I saw Eddie Murphy talking with someone (a guy) about some upcoming resistance they had to prepare against a nation. (in a funny way like his films usually are) They were in some sort of hideout and then the view shifted to another location filming a woman who instructed the 2 men that they had a symbol for the team. The symbol was a horseshoe but I saw it more like a general U-shape for some reason. Next thing I hear is Eddie saying they have to show it to everyone, suddenly I overlook the small house/bungalow they are in with the grass around it and other bungalows, they mowed the grass around their bungalow in squares with inside these squares the U-shape. I thought that it was a bit dumb to show it like that cause I thought the plan had to stay secret... I think they were somewhere in America, maybe Florida.

3. Midnight snack

I was looking at a small bag with nuts in it, I saw that the nuts had different spices around them, I thought of them like crisps. My dad who stood next to me had a different snack, his nuts were larger and I think I also saw a dried pear in it. My mom who stood infront of me looked at me and I said that I would keep my nuts, otherwise my dad would eat them. My dad gave my mom a large nut and she ate it, I saw that it was a crispy nut that crumbled as she bit in it. I ate some of my own and noticed that the nuts in the bottom of the bag had a lot more different spices each, I saw this cause they had weird icons floating above them with symbols like a Pepper or a belpepper. This all took place at my school infront of the doors of the old gym. Then I was teleported to a weird place that was both the kitchen/dining room of my house and the place at school I was before. My nuts were now in a large drinking glass and I felt that my stomach was completly full. I went to the bathroom and opened a secret door that let to the kitchen.(wasn't I already in the kitchen?) I placed the glass on the table and I heard the disembodied voice of my mom telling me I have to eat all the nuts but I ignored her and went through the secret door again out of the toilet and the only thing I wanted at that point was go to bed.

4. Back at school

I was talking with a teacher I've never seen before IRL but in the dream she looked familiar. I talked about the aurora (from the first dream) and the nuts I ate (from the third dream), we stood near the old gym and the sky was still filled with blue glowing clouds. I talked about how crazy people can get when they're addicted or really want something. That moment I looked back and had a flashback of a kid going mental because he didn't get any ice-cream, that boy stood 5 meters behind us and he friendly laughed admitting he acted quiet crazy back then. Then I woke up.

So yeah, it looks like the dreams are getting more and more detailed again, and I remember more dreams every night so we're on our way to lucidity ones again!

I was only able to sleep for about 4.5 hours tonight, but managed to have a lot of dreams. To begin with, I was out in a field, with several other people. One women, older, with red hair, was laying on a towel commenting on how her faith was strong, and she believes will carry her. Everyone else was ridiculing her to some degree, except for Steve Carrell (who was using his persona of Michael Scott from "The Office") who said he had an answer. Upon hearing this, she said something along the lines of, "Ha! I told you my faith would pan out," but it turned out Steve was merely interested in the same question, to her dismay.

Steve also used his influential wealth to landscape the field into these tunnels, where we would find God ("faith," though I'm assuming he was referring to God). At this point I was the only one, carrying a flashlight, and exploring the tunnels. I would turn the flashlight into dark corners and see large beasts instead. The first time, I stumbled across a tiger, and immediately ran further into the tunnel, where I came across a spider that could spit fire. Unfortunately I hit a dead end, but the tunnel was extremely high, and I began climbing to get away. When reaching the top I see rungs of a ladder bolted into the wall, which is more metallic than the dirt wall 10 feet below.

While hanging on the rungs another spider is watching me, and shoots out corrosive pustules. The previous spider also finished climbing up near the corrosive one, and began shooting fire. I'm not entirely sure how I was doing it, but I was returning the fire and pustules in a way similar to Link and Ganondork in Ocarina of Time until both spiders fell down below. After stamping out some of the fires on my shorts (in particular the shoelace piece of some gym shorts), I'm aware that I'm dreaming- I'm not entirely sure what the trigger was but things became a bit more clear. I started looking around and was aware that the rungs of this ladder only started really high up. As someone who doesn't like heights too much, I became a bit nervous but decided I would just take the leap. I hyped myself up, reassuring myself this was a dream, and jumped.

As I fell, the entire place started taking on a texture similar to the ladder and transformed into a airplane hanger. I began flying around (the first time lucidly), noticing the pleasant feeling in my stomach as if I just dropped, very similar to the initial jump when skydiving. During this time I used the means of flying as a sort of dream stabilizer, constantly telling myself I'm dreaming and moving around through the air very quickly, using a swimming motion. I could also float without making any large movements, and would reassure myself I was dreaming in this manner as well.

At some point I land on the ground and I stand before a fighter jet. The man in the jet already got out of the plane for me, and began strapping me in. I did not request to be velcro-ed in, and double-checked that the man also had to do the same thing. I again became a little nervous about flying, as this time it would be much higher, but lost lucidity shortly beforehand. While in the jet (no longer lucid), a group of plane stewardesses were standing by the jet. I reached out and started touching them, talking to one women in particular who seemed to know me.

An unknown amount of time passes, and a documentary of some sorts starts playing, recounting the tales of some guy with a funny name in a fighter jet. It appeared the man (who was me in the past) successfully flew the plane and afterward founded a school, dying later at a ripe age of 80 something. I remember "new" me walking around the place, not particularly impressed, and stopping before three men. One man, bigger than the other two, with glasses, was standing around and trying to talk to one of the guys, who was on the phone. The third man, a much older gentleman, was trying to convince the guy on the phone they should talk together. I had a feeling that the man on the phone and the man with glasses were about to achieve something, and I was given a window on which to observe the start of the achievement. I do remember the man with glasses was a bit uncomfortable, telling the guy with the phone he should be more willing to make friends.

As I continue walking around, I end up on a cliff of some sorts and there was a friend I had, playing next to a computer, transformed into a 6-year-old. I approach him and we began talking, me in a way I'd talk to a kid learning about computers, and him as an intelligent six year old. Next to the computer was a joystick of some sorts that I tried plugging in so he could play a game of planes, but the power wasn't working. We end up talking about lucid dreaming, and he tells me that he recently had one. I recounted the one I was flying in earlier, though it doesn't occur to me I'm still dreaming.

I walk past him into a house, and enter my living room at home where my mom is currently measuring the status of her pregnancy (she isn't actually pregnant). I was surprised by the notion of being the oldest of three after the birth, especially considering my mom wanted to rush it as much as possible. By the end of her tests, she concluded the baby's heart was 7 times larger than my mother's stomach, which meant things were progressing at the expected rate. Later on I help my mom package these sushi rolls, though we used packaged meat instead of seafood. My mother wanted the rows to be placed tightly in a container, so that each row touched the meat of the other rows without folding over. I had no idea how to do this, and she remarked it as me being scared (i.e. "Don't be scared of the food" which she often says about things when she wants me to be more forceful with something).

I don't remember how I got here, but I ended up running around in my high school (circa 10th grade), and running by some people I knew. When going down the stairs, an old friend knocked down a pencil, and followed me telling me I dropped it. I thanked her and went to use the bathroom where I decided I wanted to pull a prank. In the stall I was only wearing a shirt, holding a pair of boxers and pants in my hands. Through the stall cracks I see someone that I pranked using this method, and he sees me. I'm self-conscious about being naked on the lower half, but conclude it's not a big deal and start talking to him. During this process I put on the pants. I have no idea what the prank was.

Lastly, I have an overview of Fenway Park where the Yankees (7 runs) are playing the Red Sox (6 runs). The game was close, and everyone was idolizing "Big Papi" (David Ortiz) who, though it seemed doubtful at one point, managed to get a grand slam and somehow scored all 6 runs. Everyone was cheering, and a riot of people with signs commending him was forming outside the stadium. During the 7th inning stretch (presumably), my view followed the Red Sox, and, more specifically Big Papi. Somehow he ended up standing before a podium, decked out in a confederacy uniform. This did not surprise me, nor warrant my attention- I simply made a note of it.

Considering I haven't been lucid for a good amount of time, and the night where I first post here I end up being lucid, I think this site has a lot of potential, at the very least in making me more aware of my dreams. Looking forward to more!

- Josh

May 11, 2014

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This dream was one of the most vivid and powerful dreams I have ever had. It was short, but it was so... wow.

I dreamed that I had just come home from the hospital after giving birth. I must have still been in high school or something, because I was living at my parents' house. My mom had taken the baby inside the house, and I walked around outside for a little while.

When I got back inside, I took my baby in my arms and walked back to my room, closing the door. I just wanted to be alone with my baby. I stood leaning on the door, and tried to feed the baby; it hadn't breastfed at the hospital, and It had made me feel so depressed. I tried now, and it still refused. I switched the my right side, and like magic, the baby started to feed. It was... It's so hard to describe how it felt. It felt so REAL.

I could feel it physically. It was the strongest feeling I've ever had. I felt all the warmth and joy and magic and mystery that a mother must feel the first time she and her baby share that intimate moment... At least, I think that's how it would feel. I won't know until I feel it for real some day. But man. It was so strong. So vivid. I even remember what the baby looked like. Every detail. It had my eyes and the same thick hair I had when I was born, but the nose and chin must have been its fathers. I remember every little pink vein in its face. I wish I remembered whether it was a boy or a girl, but I never checked (it sounds silly now, but why would I have to check if I already knew?) I hope it was a girl. but I think if it were a boy, it would be cool.



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I woke up and looked around for my baby. It was the saddest wake-up I've ever experienced. It felt like a hole had been ripped out of me, at first. It faded as the morning wore on, but I was out of it all day. Even now, in June, I feel a hole in my heart that won't be filled until I have that baby for real.

May 08, 2014

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Dream within the dream: A smurf-like girl (she was blue and had a hat) and a human boy met on a beach. It was dark and red-tinted.

I woke up from the dream within the dream, and found out a young boy was going to live with us. It was the boy from my dream. We were to protect him for a couple of years and give him tests to see if he would be ready for the prophecy that was said about him; he and that girl would save the world from a tyrannical rule.

So we moved to a small house in the middle of nowhere and gave him the series of test, all of which he passed easily.

By the time of the prophecy, we left the house in the middle of nowhere and took the boy to Grog (where ever the frack that is). It was on a beach; it felt like it was a beach in the northern side of Lake Michigan. As we passed the enemy camps to get to the beach, we were ambushed and captured, and taken to one of the tents in the center of the camp. We were tied to posts and gagged to keep us quiet.

But it turned out we had an insider there. He was a Kung Fu master, and singlehandedly laid waste to everyone there, while carrying me, still tied up. He freed us all and untied us, and we made our way to the beach as he continued to strike down everyone in our path, easily.

When we got to the beach, the sky was all prismatic and rainbow, a bit like oil gets when it spills on pavement. I got out my phone to take a picture, and I remember I was thinking only in hashtags for a good five minutes of the dream. For instance, while I was taking pictures of the rainbow oil sky, I was thinking #nofilter and #wow.

Then, the lake caught fire and the sky turned deep orange. I took a picture of that, too, and noticed a large, dark castle out in the water. There were rocky spires around it, and a giant dragon statue out of black stone at the front gate of it. There was no bridge to the castle. My mom called the castle Grog when I asked what it was.

We all turned West and walked along the beach, where we found the smurf-like girl from my dream. She stood at a big stone gate. Our boy walked up to her, smiled and hugged her as if they were old friends (even though he'd never met her before). He embraced her very awkwardly, though, too. Since he was a young boy still. They held hands and each touched the gate, which opened with a whirring sound. Some white mist gets released from behind the gate, which spreads over the whole area, lifting the fire and returning the sky to a normal sunset.

We all leave the boy and girl together, for some reason. Like they had a lot of catching up to do. Like, thousands of years of catching up to do, even though they were only 10 at most. While they talked, my family, the Kung Fu master, and I all painted bright, colorful, happy pictures over all the symbols of the tyrannical regime we could find.

March 20, 2014

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I was with the Backpacking group again, plus a few extra people. I know for sure that Bob and Erik were there. There may have been one or two other people, as well, but I forgot who they were or if they were there.

We were all going on some trails around a mountain. The thing is, they all had obstacles or puzzles to get past them. The first one I remember had a really steep incline that was hard to climb on your own. There were stairs along the side of it, but the stairs were unstable and slanty, and there was no handrail. We made it past that one, and came up to a monorail type chairlift thing. While getting on, we had to split off so one person from our group (I am pretty sure it was Bob) was left to get on the next tram-thing. We had already decided which stop to get off at, so we weren't too worried about losing each other.

What we hadn't accounted for was that the transporter was super fast and getting off was a bit of a chore. The way it worked was that you couldn't really see where you were, but you had to mentally decide when to get off of it and just hope it was the right stop. I shouted for when to exit, and we ended up in a deserted cottage in a glum and misty mountain clearing. I had a REALLY strong sense of deja vú here. I think I may have dreamed of this place before, but I can't be sure. We had gotten off the transport a stop too early, and this place was the one place we hadn't wanted to be.

It was dark and creepy and abandoned. Rundown. Dusty. Everything was dim and gray. We all stood there for a moment, and then I went outside to inspect the area, but all these zombies and monsters were coming to life all around me. Every direction I turned, there were things coming to get me. It got cold all of a sudden.

Then, Ivan grabbed my shoulder and we went back inside, and the monsters all dissolved back into the ground. We tried to get out of there, but eventually Bob found us. He said he'd gotten off at the right stop, but we weren't there, and he'd assumed we had gotten off a stop too early.

We eventually figured out the trick to that "trail," though I can't remember what it was. We found ourselves back on a normal trail, and I pulled out a map of the area to find out where we needed to go to get to where we had planned on going before the mishap wit the transporter.

From there on out the dream is blurry. I remember fragments where Jasmine was there, but I don't know whether they were in the beginning or at the end of the dream. I feel like it was before the very steep part, and only for a moment, as she was in a passing group going the other direction. She was with a guy, who I assume was her boyfriend.

March 12, 2014

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I am a traveler in some olden Europe-esque land. I met Zukin on the road, and we decided to travel together. We talked a long time as we traveled, and I found that she, like I, could not live in her own country anymore because of some political strife.

Along the road, we met with Kebab (who is actually someone from the group we both went backpacking in Texas with. The whole group appeared in this dream), who joined us in our travels. I think he was some sort of dwarf or mine-worker. We were walking along a wide open field with hills when we met a Japanese (Or at least, this dream's equivalent of Japanese) Prince. He traveled with us for a few days and then asked Zukin to marry him. She said Yes right away, and we all four traveled back to his home country.

We almost got lost at one point, while we were traveling at night (Sound familiar, Zukin?) because we were behind schedule, but luckily the Prince knew where he was and was able to find the road again.

We got to his palace, and the wedding was planned for five days from our arrival. The main hall was long and tall, with huge windows lining one entire wall. There were red and gold tapestries hanging from the ceiling along the entire length of the hall. The kitchen was at one end of that hall, through a concealed door.

Zukin learned Japanese (again, dream equivalent) really fast and was texting the Prince all the time, even though we were in the same building (also, I don't know why we had cell phones...). For some reason, I was put up in the kitchen; my bed folded out of the Oven (haha!). I started thinking it was strange that with a whole fracking castle full of rooms, they put me in the kitchen instead of a real room. It was then I realized I must have been under some sort of spell, and so I started snooping around. I got Kebab to help me by keeping an eye on Zukin while I stalked the Prince.

Then, I overheard him speaking with his attendant saying some really horrible things about me. I got even more suspicious, because he was always perfectly normal and kind to me, even when Zukin was not around. I did some more digging around and it turned out he was soooooo fracking corrupt; he extorts money from people, is abusive to his subjects, and apparently he needed to marry within the week or else his inheritance would be withheld from him.

But by now it's the day before the wedding, and there's not much I can do to get Zukin to stop the wedding, because she's been brainwashed or put under some sort of strong spell. I was plotting in my Oven-bed when I met another member of the backpacking group (Let's call him Ivan), who turned out to be a spy from another country who was there to overthrow the Prince and reveal his corruption. We decide to work together to stop the treachery of the Prince, and at intervals, the rest of the backpacking group also ended up in my bedroom (aka the Kitchen). They were all from different countries and all were trying to stop the Prince. they'd all pretended not to speak English to infiltrate the Castle as workers. They were all under cover, and so well all devised a plan to save Zukin and stop the Prince.

My role in the mission was to go on a "Double Date" with Zukin and the Prince, with Ivan as my date. (Can't say that wasn't self-serving, as I had a huge crush on him in the Waking World). While we were all on the date, the others would get what they needed from the Prince's royal office/bedroom or where ever he kept his incriminating documents.

I woke up as Ivan and I met up with Zukin and the Prince.

January 19, 2014

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I started out as a spy/ninja on a mission to steal some rare beads that belongs to a corrupt ruling family. The first part of the mission was like in Pokémon X and Y where you ride a Rhydon to get across rocky terrain, except I was on a horse instead of a Pokémon (teehee). Once I got past that portion of the mission, there was a wide river channel that I had to get across. There was a line of long boats, a little bit like a Stocherkahn (which is driven the way boats in Venice are, with long polls that reach the riverbed, used to pull the boat along), but a little more oriental. Everything in the dream was fairly oriental.

I stole one of the boats and a bazooka, and made my way down the river to a large dam. I had to blow it up to drain the lake at the top. The mansion I had to get into was in the middle of a large garden/pond. It was a lot like a garden Zukin and I had visited on an island in Germany.

Anyways, I blew up the dam, and ran across the now open ground to the back entrance of the mansion. I masqueraded as a new guardian for the one who wore the beads. I told her that I was her new guard because there had been a threat on her life. It was at this point in the dream that I realized I was a man. Apparently, to be this woman's guard meant I was to marry her, and since it was my mission, I did it.


Fast forward years into the future, and I have a ten-year-old daughter. I am frivolous and fiscally irresponsible. I have held too many feasts and there are platypuses on leashes in the garden: they search for treasure. The area that had been covered in water because of the dam is now an overgrown area, untended.

Or rather, the person I had been was now this way. My consciousness had switched bodies. I was seeing the story through a different set of eyes is all. I was now a 15-year old young man who worked in the mansion.

There is an invasion, and the intruders set fire to the mansion. One of the intruders is a man in a huge black metal suit. All you can see is his eyes which are gold. I was on the second floor, and this suited man starts lurching (yes, lurching is the best word to describe how it moved) toward me; I panic and run but the suit keeps following me. Even though it can't move very fast, it is still terrifying and always there, and I feel like it will get me no matter what. It's a bit like the feeling you get when you play Amnesia and the hear the monster coming, and you know either it will get you or you will go mad in the dark.

I went down a narrow winding staircase, but the suit still follows me, and I eventually end up on the overgrown area at the back of the mansion. There, I met the previous Me's 10-yr-old daughter and we sit on a ledge watching the Mansion burn down. There was Tohuwabohu (see the last paragraph) all over the place, and then I spot the metal suit lurching toward us. I grab the girl and am about to run again, but the suit just lurches past us and jumps off the ledge we were sitting on. Before it jumped though, it turned to look me in the eyes and made a noise that I couldn't understand. The girl looked at me and said that the suit was called "The Face."

"He said Not this time," is what she said just before I woke up.

December 12, 2013

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I had moved with my family into a new house, and I was clearing out my old room to move everything to my new room. When I got to the new room and was deciding where to put everything, I stopped for a moment to look around the room; it was an attic-style room, with sloped ceilings and a window-seat, but it was very bright. The walls were off-white and the floor was a light colored wood, though I'm not sure what kind of wood it was (I wouldn't have known in the waking world, either).

My mom called me downstairs, since we were having a house-warming picnic type thing in the back yard, with our new neighbors and old friends. For some reason, Kristin's (my roommate) mom was there, too. She had a severe allergic reaction to something, and I had to get her medicine right away; so I got into my car, drove to the nearest pharmacy, and got medicine. I went back to the house, but someone had already helped her.

Then, for some reason, people started asking me a bunch of favours; most of them involved driving places. It was as if I was the only one who had a car. One of the people asked me to drive them to their cousin's house to get something. Not wanting to disappoint people, I agreed to help them. When we got to her cousin's house, she went inside it and came back out with a large head of cabbage. She came up to the rolled down passenger window and handed me the cabbage, asking me to bring it back tothe picnic for her, since she had to stay at her cousin's place to help her do something.

By the time I got back to the picnic, everyone had left, but my roommate's mom was still there. She frantically told me that the police had come looking for me, and that I should run away. I didn't ask any more questions and got back in my car and left. I still had the cabbage.


Then, I watched a scene in another town or something; a 13-ish year old boy was in an old grown-over courtyard type area. There were broken-down statues in a circle surrounding a bird-bath type thing in the center. I think there were 12 statues in the circle, but am not totally sure, as I didn't count them. The boy was with his grandfather, and they looked like they were either searching for something or getting ready to leave the place.

The boy was inspecting the fountain, and said, "I know what this place is..." and stood up straight to look at all the statues. He smiled and waved his hand, and a golden light filled the area as the statues were restored. The biggest one was a beautiful woman, and it started moving and floated in the air. I knew she was the boy's mother, and the boy's father was also in the circle, as well as his old friends and partners.

It's hard to describe this because it was a feeling rather than a fact, but I'll give it a try: The woman and the rest of the things in the area were constructs of the boy's mind. He was projecting things he knew onto the statues; they weren't actually statues of his family and friends. He was manipulating the energy of the courtyard to be whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to see his deceased friends and family, especially his mother.

It all vanished when his grandfather warned him not to get lost in the fantasy. The boy nodded, and walked into one of the buildings around the courtyard. They were all abandoned. He dug a hole in the ground, since the floor had been stripped away from the building.



Then I was back in my own body, but this dream sort of blended into a new dream; I had turned into a 12-ish year old girl, who was still on the run from the cops and still had a head of cabbage. Basically the only thing that changed was that I was no longer "Me."

I was running bare-foot, through an abandoned area of town, and knew that the cabbage I held was why the police were after me. So I had to get rid of it somehow. I went into the closest building, and saw a hole in the ground where the floor had been stripped away. Even though I had just witnessed the boy digging the hole, I was ignorant of that whole part of the dream. I put the cabbage in the hole and started to cover it up, but the boy came into the room and asked why I was using the hole he'd dug. I almost screamed, but the boy was really nice and took my hand, leading me to his grandfather. They took me in, and again the courtyard lit up, to all of our surprise. The same woman from before told us that the boy and I were part of a prophesy and that we should stay together no matter what happened.



Fast forward a year or two, and the boy and his grandfather and I had gained some acquaintances, though I don't remember anything about any of them. They were side-characters. We had also gained enemies, and we were infiltrating a cheese factory to get information on them; but it turned out they were also there, and so the boy and I split off from the group because we couldn't all stay together; we were too conspicuous.

I was hiding behind a corner and looked through the half-opened double doors leading into a large room. Inside it, there were maybe five people, one of whom was in a Cheese mascot costume. He was getting angry and took off the costume, throwing it to the ground and shouting that he quit. He stormed out of the room and the people in it spotted me, and forced me to take the guy's place inside the cheese costume, because there was an event going on RIGHT NOW. I looked around but couldn't see the Boy I was with, and so I figured it would be best to be inside the costume because then no one would recognize me.

I put it on and was led to a room filled with grade-schoolers. My job was to ask them questions about Parliament and give them candy when they got the right answers. They also got to put hats on me when they answered right (don't ask me why). After about ten minutes of that, I was given a DVD to show them; It was a short video jingle-riddle type thing. It was in German and it was about Gummy Bears. It went something like:

These yummy bears
were made at the Homeland
but then the evil Westerners
stole them away!

I had thought, Oh, it's about Gummy Bears!
And then I woke up.

Two pretty long and continuous dreams like back in the day (versus my usual very broken up and short scene dreams of late).

6/2/2014
In bed: 12:00 AM - 7:45 AM


#2. I. 4:30 AM

I am with my mom out somewhere in a building. It is for an appointment of some sort. She has to be there too though for her own appointment or something versus for mine. We find out that I don’t have to be there until that evening. I decide that instead of wasting time here all day, that I’ll go back to my older sister’s until later. I am happy at the chance to be on my own.

I head out and am walking along a dirt road that is some walking trail somewhere that I seem to be taking home. As I am walking, there are a bunch of low branches that cross the trail that I have to duck under and dodge around. On the bottoms of some of them, there are small webs that I get caught on and have to knock off of me. Eventually, I reach further ahead where there is a signpost on the left side of the road by some trees. My sister is with me now, I guess she was waiting there at the signpost. We go to the signpost which is the kind with a glass screen on the front with items slid behind it. We apparently put a lot of photos back here and are coming back to get them. She reaches into the signpost pulling out different photos, all of them really old from the past when we were younger.

We play this old video that we also find here showing an old family friend’s husband trying to take pictures of us and the rest of the family. He is having a lot of difficulty with the big camera that he is holding though for some reason. Eventually someone that was standing waiting to be taking in the picture walks over to help him.

I am just getting back home finally (earlier in the dream, I seemed to be going to my sister’s, but this seems to be my brother’s place). My brother calls me as I am getting in. He is on the train on the way back. I am in the living room of the place which is relatively small but a bit long. I go to a corner of the room where there is a beanbag chair and sit in it. There is also some sort of seating along the wall to my right and one high up behind me. While I am on the phone with my bro, one of his roommates comes in from another part of the home. It is a friend of mine from school in one of the same clubs as I. He is folding clothes in the room. My bro has just gotten back from a MTG event. MTG has changed a lot and is saying that it is definitely improved. He arrives back at the place, and we play a game of MTG on the folding table (that we used have two of that we ate on sometimes). The game plays more like Pokemon now. As we are playing, I notice this weird bug on the floor to my right that seems to be pulling a piece of trash or something along those lines, that’s almost completely covering up the bug.

I am still in the room and a few other guys have passed through in the meantime including an old friend from high school. The dude from earlier is still in here. At a certain point, four girls are walking through the room as if this was a parking lot for a moment. As in the walls seemed to have been gone or something, and they walk in and keep walking as if just walking through the area. However, they stop while in the room and one of them knows me and sees me. She looks like an old TA but they call her by a different name for some reason. She and they are very flirty. There is a Carly and a Sam among them, one of the girls referring to Carly by the shorter Car. I want to hit back at them specifically at the TA look-alike but want to do it cleverly. They are walking very slowly, one of them talking with someone in the room. There is a printer on the other side of the room on a table. I scramble to type up a message in a word document to print it at the computer before they get there so they see it, read it, and laugh. I rush look up constantly to see if it’s too late. Eventually, I print it and watch and wait, but they don’t end up seeing it for some reason and leave the room. Around this point, my old friend from high school is just waking up or something and apparently has been on the seating behind me behind the beanbag this whole time which totally surprises me as I forgot or something.

I am in room in the place, and my niece is talking to me. I seem to be getting ready for something and I am going into the closet to choose what clothes to wear.

#3. II. 6:40 AM

I am with a bunch of friends, and we drive to the store. In the parking lot, we all sit in the backseat of the car, ten of us somehow fitting. The wind is blowing nicely as we sit there and just enjoy ourselves. It is nice and warm and relaxing. Apparently, the car is sitting at a gas station. My RA is in the driver’s seat. We watch as this car pulls in out of control and crashes into a short pillar slightly. He wasn’t going very fast so it wasn’t a bad crash, but just a bumping probably leaving a slight dent. We are worried he is crazy, so my RA pulls off to be safe. He drives up to the street, and we wait to turn out to the right. When traffic is clear, he turns right sort of more so continues onto the median then starts turning to the left so he can move to the lane going to the left relative to the parking lot.

I am out somewhere in a slightly outdoor, slightly suburban area. I am with a group of people still. We are sort of hiking if it can be called hiking in this terrain. There is a bunch of random objects and things to walk on out here placed into the grass, and we are following a path through sometimes walking up the slopes and such. There is a girl in front of me that I don’t know. Apparently, this group of people is all people from my hiking club. We are all discussing ideas for how we could have out of state trips, some people talking about whether they’ve been out of state before. I start talking to the girl in front of me about it mentioning that I’ve only been out of state on trips in the southeast. Apparently out of state just means CA in this sense. We start talking about other things. She mentions that she is a freshmen and asks me for advice regarding computer science as she is doing that as well. I ask her what class she took last quarter and she says the one that I also have taken that is the first in the series but is optional. I tell her I did the same thing and that that is totally ok versus skipping straight to the next one in the series.

I am in a store with the same people. We are waiting to kill some time, and move towards a better area to wait that is on the other side of where we currently are. Mr. A (a teacher at a high school that I've volunteered at) takes this moment to return our chemistry quizzes also handing us a paper and pen so that we can write down any comments or questions that we have when we look over our quizzes. He hands me back mine, and I see I got 103% getting extra credit somewhere, seeing my score is something over something, the bottom not being 100 and the top being larger slightly. Mr. A starts going around to each person to see if they have questions. When he gets to me, I express my satisfaction with my great grade, but I explain that chemistry isn’t my major but maybe I should switch or something. He responds with along the lines that I shouldn’t be too hasty then he gets some binder to show us this cool compound that breaks expectations of how it would act because it has a bunch of atoms that should want to push away from each other, but don’t.

I get back home before anyone else somehow. I am up on the second floor of this place which I can tell since the window is still open even though it is dark now. I realize that I am missing my phone. I go to my computer so that I can signal flare and figure out where I left it. I track it right as the others are pulling up in the driveway. The flare points to the intersection of two streets and turn my head, so that I can read both. It is the intersection of a street called East and then another street. I realize that it is right outside where the car is meaning that it must be in the car. At this point, the others have entered the house by now. As I am heading out of the room to go search the car for my phone, my brother enters the room carrying my phone which he brought up for me which I thank him for.

I was standing alongside a river. There was a bridge with a bunch of holes in it. Somewhere beneath the bridge, Scylla was lurking, ready to snatch me up if I wasn't quick enough. I was terrified. How was I going to cross the bridge?



The dream momentarily destabilized and I felt myself in my bed. Woah, weird! Oh wait, this is a dream!

"Well, if this is a dream, fuck this stupid bridge. I'm out of here!"

I flew up into the air. Holy shit this dream was so vivid. I could feel the warmth in the air, the wind brushing up against my face as I rose upwards, and the mist against the water. A slight fog hung over the river and I could feel all of the molecules of water brushing against me! I flew alongside the river, giving myself time to adjust to the dream.

James had given me hints on his whereabouts last time. Was my first mission simply to find him? Even if it wasn't, I had a lot of questions for him. His presence in my dreams had stumped me. The dream was destabilizing, dammit. I needed something to hold, to touch. I was starting to feel both the dream world and the outside world at the same time.

I landed briefly at my house and grabbed a branch. I felt its leaves and flowers. Once again, I had a sure footing in the dream. I flew off again and aerily picked a house that could look like James' house.

I landed outside the property. It was a small blue house surrounded by a black gate. The front lawn was green with life and trees and flowers. I opened the black gate and stepped on the sidewalk leading up to the house. Without knocking, I opened the front door and the screen door. I wasn't sure what I was going to find inside the house.

I walked into a living room, and saw James sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

"James!" I called out. He lifted his eyes from the newspaper and gave me a confused look before recognizing me. His appearances had changed shape but I could definitely feel that it was still him.

"Well! Hello, Zukin. I wasn't expecting your arrival at this time," he greeted.

"Yeah, well, I decided to come and see you. I have some questions," I admitted.

"Excellent. What are they?" He inquired.

"Well, first, why do you come in my dreams? Are you a part of me? My dream guide? Usually I can feel when something is part of me or if it's foreign...but you completely stump me," I said.

James hesitated, "I am not a part of you, no. My intentions? Well, Zukin, you need urgently to learn to sense the intentions of others in your dreams. I could very well be insecting."

"...insecting?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a term I invented...I could be in your dream, solely to take your life force; your energy."

"...Are you?" I asked suspiciously. He chuckled, without answering. I started looking around at his livingroom. Situated right next to us was a bookcase. The bookcase was filled with books about dreaming and...books with other people's names on them, like diaries or something.

"What are all these?" I asked.

"Some of them are books I've written. Others are logs of other dreamers whom I've come into contact with, like yourself." Some of the logs were really thick, as if the two dreamers had had a lifetime of contact with each other.

"I wish I could remember all of this better," I admitted, realizing that the titles and names on the books would fade when I woke up.

"It's probably better that you don't. Zukin, I have a question for you," he looked at me, studying my reaction, "do you notice a change in me, a change in my energy?"

"Yes, you seem...anxious," I responded, searching his energy for a reason. He nodded.

"....Were you expecting someone else today? Another dreamer?"

He nodded. I wasn't sure if I should feel dejected, or worried that someone a lot more powerful was about to walk through the door.

Suddenly, James ran fast. What the...?? I paused for a moment, not sure if I was supposed to chase after him. Well, why not? The dream was still going strong. I flew out the window, flying fast, eager to catch up. It didn't take that long, seconds perhaps. He had lead me to where a group of two or three other men were standing. He seemed surprised that I had not only found him again, but gotten here so fast. He shouldn't be so surprised, I thought to myself. Flying is my forte.

He greeted the men with names that I didn't recognize nor can remember, "this is Zukin, our unexpected guest."

One of the men raised his eyebrows, testing. "Well? Does she have any ability?" The man materialized a tennis ball and threw it at me. I caught it. Gees, I'm not a dog, I thought to myself!

I threw it back. This time, he threw it several hundred feet into the air, and with such force it became a blur. I raced up into the sky...caught it and threw it back.

"Hmpf," one of the other men materialized a weird ball, reminiscent of the snitch from Harry Potter. He threw it up into the air, but it had a mind of its own. It was swift, flying haphazardly evading my catch. I raced up into the air, swift as the snitch itself, lightning fast, and caught it. Hah, like I said, flying is my forte.

I returned to earth, revealing to the men that I had caught the snitch-ball.

One of the other men flung himself into the air, and initiated a race. It only took a race down the street for me to catch him.

"Well, she definitely isn't new at this," one of the men added.

"She definitely has potential," the other said. James looked over, proud, and I woke up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

The time is a near future and I am a poor orphan girl, living in a slum. The largest chunk of the population lives below poverty line, only an elite gets access to a good life, with all comforts and technologies.
One day a couple of scientists from this elite is kidnapped with their daughter by a group of boys who take them to their headquarters in the woods. I happen to watch everything and I follow them secretely. They reach a kind of pyramidal fortress and their leader is a cute blonde girl protected by her own elite female warriors. The boys bow to her, the ladies are clearly the rulers of this gang.
I stick around hidden and I manage to help the couple and their daughter escape and go back to their protected world. I become friend of their daughter and we keep in touch. She learns that the gang found out I released their prisoners and they are now bullying me and my life is at risk. One day I inform her that I am in danger and have to run and hide. That's when she comes to help me and takes me to her parents presence.
They felt in debt towards me, but I had never accepted anything from them, so now they offer that I stay with them, with no deadline to go away. As long as I want, I can stay with them. I get used to the good life. Soon after they go on vacation to a beach resort and take me with them. We travel by tele-transportation. We basically enter what I thought to be an elevator, but when the door opens, we're at this beach. On the beach, the elevator is cloacked to be invisible against the landscape. I am amazed with all this technology and they are surprised to know about how low tech the life of the rest of us is. We're basically stuck with the gadgets from the beginnings of the XXI century and haven't had access to anything more high tech than that.
The couple of scientists has been working on some big study of some space objects that seem potential threats to our planet.
One day there's a meteor shower and a large meteorite hits the ground somewhere on the planet and they start making observations and calculations and moving towards an ever more likely scenario of a nearby asteroid or something coming to hit us. Then I see like an aurora in the sky and they panic. I don't know what it means to them, but they start preparing to leave and try desperately to reach another family with whom they are friends with. Apparently there's an evacuation plan for an elite of the elite and both those families were allowed to embark on a ship heading out of the planet. I am feeling lost in the middle of this chaos and certain that they'll leave me behind, but since they can't reach the other family and they owe me their lives, they take me along in their places. That's how I escape an E.L.E. on Earth and from being and orphan on the slum I go to become one of the very few Earth's refugees in a colony on Mars, where I am raised and educated as one of their own.

Night of June 3, 2014. Tuesday.



I am moving out into this astounding landscape which is somewhat forest-like and somewhat (less dense) jungle-like, and slightly marsh-like. I am fully lucid for a time. The beauty is extraordinary and breathtaking, and everything seems to glow with an inner radiance (such as when looking at a photographic negative and black shadowy areas become white “light” and so on).

I approach this large sphere-shaped “cage” that may not actually be a cage but some sort of protective construct of what is inside. What is inside is an unknown black-haired female, sometimes moving into a fetal position, with a few items of inverted-clover jewelry set with very small stones and a silver belly-button inset item that is also like inverted (four-leaf) clover, but she is mostly hovering in the air (as if there is no gravity inside the structure), though there appear to be some sort of elaborate blankets and such inside as well; coppery and silvery, and some of a cobalt impression. The “bars” of the globe-like structure are at various random angles and distance from each other, and somewhat like a mix of spiderweb, silky and white “faux Spanish moss”, some sort of “raggedy” white felt, and some sort of pearl-like sparse “wire”. The trapezoidal space between these “bars” at the area of their most distant separation is enough to allow her to almost crawl out, I think. However, several times, the “bars” actually seem to be more like an energy form only, as they move into different uneven patterns randomly, similar to Z-like and Y-like forms, looking somewhat like globules of trailing spilled milk or perhaps organic or mist-like and tendril-like energy.

I approach the “cage” (which is hovering in the air with nothing attached and about a foot from the marshy ground) and her eyes glow with a turquoise luminescence, bordering on teal and leaving a lighter blue “afterglow” when turning her head (most all of her eyes - not just the irises). For a short time, I touch her fingers (the “bars” feel like some sort of algae-like texture blended with felt and I almost get the impression of quickly fizzing small bubbles on the surface) and feel a mild current of electricity that is just on the threshold of causing numbness. I ask her who she is and she simply stretches out her legs and floats upward more and I hear this sound like pool balls continuously hitting each other but slightly softer. She blows a kiss (or similar - it seems more like she is “sending energy”), but with her hand at the right side of her mouth in a vertical position rather than the typical horizontal and fingers forward extension.

A group of “tourists” are absentmindedly walking by, a couple nearly tripping on blades of grass (which really is not that long) giving the impression that it is their first time walking on grass or earth. I notice a large lion a short distance away. It opens its mouth, its tongue comes out (becoming a “red carpet”) and it sort of lies down on its stomach and appears more like some sort of ancient building for a time. I look inside of its mouth from a closer position and notice it is like looking into a passageway of stone blocks and there even seems to be torches higher on the “walls” inside.

The casually-dressed “leader” of the tourist group indicates that all the people (about fifteen or so) should follow him into the “building”. They walk into the “doorway” and turn down the implied hallway inside until they are all out of view. The lion then closes his mouth, blinks sleepily and begins to wash itself like a young cat and starts purring. I walk up to the lion and look into his eyes as if they were like a pair of binoculars. The people inside seem to be lost and confused and looking for the exit. Oh well… “Oh the humanity” I cheerfully joke, and start rolling on the ground laughing…