memorable

Date: 19 Sept

Pre bed: 200mg valerian

WBTB: 60 mg caffeine (RB)

Non-ld fragment: I am trying to take a shortcut at night in this familiar from previous dreams city. In one of the dark streets, I run into criminal DCs with very bad teeth. A number of young people sitting on a bench agree to defend me if necessary and I go sit there. I find one of the guys extremely beautiful. We talk for a while, but they are leaving soon. I notice that his whole body is covered with small, shiny clear droplets of water and stare in fascination.

In love: Very deep sleep and my recall is not very good.

We are moving in the dorms because it is much cheaper. There are six beds in the room and a guy who already lives here. I ask if only two of the beds, ours, are going to be used. He confirms.

The dream goes on for quite a while with all kinds of thoughts about clothes, bathroom etc. Then it looks like more people actually live here and we will be sharing the room, now apartment with them. Someone opens the door and lots of DCs come in, new roommates, I think. This girl asks me questions about the admin, I don't understand what she is saying.

Bf is gone and this guy comes and talks to me. I realize that this is a dream but my mind is kind of foggy. I remember having thoughts about me being in deep sleep and that this is good for stability. The guy leaves and another one appears, I like him very much and remark that he shows some persistent DC qualities. He comes and goes several times but looks the same, gray t-shirt, black hair, some eyeliner even, a bit like Mark Terenzi. He also gives me a kiss. We talk for some time but my memory is really bad. The dream starts to fade, I lose my sight but I can still hear him. I tell him to keep talking to me, I will hold on to the sound. I can feel my eyelids and am careful not to mess this up, but soon the image returns. He gives me another kiss. The dream slips away again and I struggle to bring it back. He is on the other side now but looking totally different and there is another guy dressed with the same clothes and holding a similar colorful object. The dream fades and I fall into oblivion.

Falling: I am walking down the stairs talking to this DC. It looks like I have forgotten my handbag, I turn back and see it at the top of the stairs. I make it fly directly to my hands. The DC remarks that I am not supposed to do this while abroad. I have this warp-like feeling and realize that I never woke up from the previous dream. The B6 woman is also here in the background and I wonder if I should go and talk to her, examine her energy, and ask why does she always behave like that. At the same time, I don't want to waste too much time with her and risk things getting out of hand, so decide to just ignore her.

I am looking at a large modern glass vase that they are selling in this now shop and try to move it with tk, but not much success. I also try with an elegant china tea cup but I feel that I don't really want to be breaking these things. Finally, I remember Angel Falls and follow the plan of "here and now". The main idea is to use the turn your back technique. I already hear water running just behind me (like a fountain in a mall). I am in some sort of not very well lit mall too. I take a few steps back, concentrating on changing the surroundings. I actually slip backwards a few steps, which feels kind of weird and not very effective, but the surrounds begin to change a bit. I decide to facilitate the process of getting rid of the old scene and into a new scene by falling backwards.

As I do this, it's as if something immaterial swallows me and I enter void weightlessness combined with motion. I shortly see lots of greenery in front of me that is very similar to rainforest vegetation, but it quickly vanishes. I am speeding backwards in the void with this weird feeling of traveling through space at high speed. For a second my mind is totally blank and I feel stressed, I try to remind myself to keep cool, be patient as it seems to be taking too long and shortly pretend I am meditating. Then I try to concentrate on one of my visualizations and build the scene as I had imagined it. During the entire time of the experience, I hear the sound of falling water. It is much harder to concentrate and visualize than I thought, but I succeed in having lots of water flowing on me in the darkness now. I try to prepare the scene again even though it's not the right place where I actually wanted to start from. I am still flying backwards through space, this thing doesn't stop even if I expect it to. I briefly see the top of a barren hill with a non-human castle in the negative mood of some game or a game related dream. I don't want to be there. The falling continues and I finally find myself in bed. I stay still for a while but nothing happens.

Comments: is it just me or is it really hard to concentrate on anything while in the void. I have noticed this another time as well. The moment everything disappears, my mind also goes totally black and if my mind is blank...then there will be nothing to project around me. Maybe I need to think about stuff, rather than struggle to visualize.

I walk out of the restaurant that I was eating in. I know that my girlfriend’s family was eating in there. I look to the left and see a huge tornado start forming. I it suddenly turns into a full blown tornado and starts heading straight for the restaurant. I think about it for a second, and then rush back up the stairs and into the restaurant. I am yelling about the tornado. I pick my girlfriend up and tell her to run. I grab my keys off the table and then pick the computer up and follow them out. We get outside and I try to get them to run perpendicular to the tornado. We start running left and then see that we are surrounded by four tornados….

Sorry if this one is all over the place rather than the usual story form.

The past 2 nights I have had a similar dream with 2 recurring themes - 1. I had to go back to high school to pick up some credits I missed (I didn't actually miss credits, I think the recurring theme of having to go back is because I took the easy courses - algebra rather than calculus, etc.) and 2. North Korean or Chinese armies were trying to take over the country. Last time I dreamed of an attempted take-over it was Russians. Sometimes I don't know who it is. Sometimes it's American military just trying to put a strangle-hold on the people.

In my dreams both last night and the night before, I started off at school. The two were so similar I will just tell you about last night from here on out:

I am at my old high school. I'm sitting in a writing class and trying to help a friend with some poem she's working on. This time, some of my old classmates are there, too, wanting to pick up extra credits. The teacher is pissed because some of the students are acting up. She's standing there lecturing on behavior and the rules. My friend and I are trying to decide whether we want to walk home or ride the bus. An announcement comes over the intercom. The principal says something along the lines of this: "Please avoid the buses and the front exit if you can. It's happening here, now, too. They're taking kids out at random. Just try to get yourselves home. The buses are dangerous. They're concentrated at the buses." Immediately, I am worried about my husband. I am wondering if they are at his work, or if I will get off this campus alive. I'm afraid I'll never see him again, so I start trying to think of ways to sneak out and get to a vehicle so I can drive to where he is.

There are soldiers all around the school. Most of them are outside. I try to convince a few friends and random kids to come with me, but quietly, and some of them do. We sneak down the back stair well, the one that was blocked off and locked when we were kids. We know that if nothing else, there is a window in the stair well that leads to the side of the school, straight into a little woods where we will come out reasonably far from the school. We make it down the stairs and out the window. We run up to the little woods, but I get there first and hear gunshots as I go. I look behind me and see that some of my companions are down and others have split off and are running back towards campus. I want to continue on my way, but when I look just inside the little woods I can see that they've lined up coffins just inside the woods and I'm completely freaked out. I turn and see one of the teachers from my school, but she's smiling and pointing a gun at me and telling me to get back to the buses or she will take me out herself. She says she's going to let them know I'm a trouble-maker.

She leads me back to the buses at gunpoint. I see that my choir director is doing his best to load kids onto buses safely and let them get off the campus. I jump onto the bus he's on and ask him if they can drop me off just about anywhere there are cars. I am figuring that with everything that's going on, stealing a car wouldn't be a huge deal and I can get to my husband. The bus is just about to pull off when the teacher with the gun gets on. She shoots a little kid right next to me straight through the forehead and then turns her gun on me, but my choir director nudges her just as she fires. For some reason, even though it just killed the kid next to me, this time it's just a BB gun and the BB goes into my eye. It doesn't hurt as badly as I think it will, but I can't see well. I pretend to be in horrible pain, and she decides that I will suffer more this way and gets off the bus.

We finally leave the campus. The driver agrees to take me all the way to my mother-in-laws house, where I decide I will just use her car and go looking for my husband. But before I can leave, the whole neighborhood full of people is asking me to help them, to tell them what to do because they know the soldiers will be there soon. I try to tell them to hurry and gather up any canned goods, weapons, matches, whatever kinds of survival gear they can find and head for the National Forest. I tell them I will be there, but I have to go find my husband first. They say they want to stay and fight, and I try to explain to them that they can't... that they can only hope to escape, that they will never be able to maintain their neighborhood. There are no police or American military to help us. I eventually just have to hope they will listen to me, because I have to go find my husband.

And then, just as I am driving off to do so, I woke up.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was talking to dragons in skype chat and somebody posted a pic of some skull.

Dream 2:

I was watching some video where a dragon challenged some spaceship pilot to fight a mechanical copy of him. Then it turned into game that looked somewhat like fraxy, the ship surely looked like default fraxy one and mecha dragon was made of red parts, the fight was going in cloudy skies on very quick speed and was lasting quite long, going through various attack patterns and phases. At one point video randomly switched to something about cookie recipe, and then back. Game switched to more horizontal-style and there was something about weakpoints, then there was another phase and then video just faded to black. It faded in and was showing some bar, and a dragon was here and his scales were multiple colored. Then pilot came and they started talking, they were friends now, then pilot says that it's too bad that he can't make cookies right now and dragon reminds him about recipe.

Dream 3:

I get woken up by a DC and i feel that i am dreaming, i go to balcony but it's closed, i try to phase through but curtain gets in the way and i kinda get stuck, then dream glitches and i no-collide fall through the world into blackness, i land onto something and then wake up again, still feeling the dream, i try to get up but DC gets into the way, then dream fades and i wake up properly.

I'm tired. Like, Really really tired of what I'm doing, Staying up late at night ruining myself without rest. With that being said my title of this post is in reference to the Morphine song "The Saddest Song". And really, I do have a choice to not ruin myself here and I'll use it. I'm done - Let's not waste the rest time at night.

Dreams for tonight...


Last few:

> I was in a department store trying to escape a big fat, African-American guy (Who might have been over 350 pounds) and yet he kept up with me as I kept crawling over things and talked to me. Am I that tired?

> I was just outside the church - Sort of - And I did not go in exactly but was between the band practice room and where sermons are preached. I saw Chuck and Katie, Heard Katie and heard her laugh and when I saw Chuck go into the band practice room I was thinking if I would go in there I might just be like a fictional figure, Lyra Heartstrings the Unicorn - But in this case, The "Background Pony" One that was cursed to not be remembered by anyone.

> I think I then went into a place that was half McDonald's and half a grocery store. I saw through someone else's eyes and as I went through things to buy and eat, A man and his kids were at the counter returning something and the man was irate. Later his two sons (Who were under 12 years old) knocked me over and the father turned around and I said "They're just playing" and the father was not irate at it, And he said "See you around".

Then the dirt was about to hit the fan and be spread everywhere; I went back to the place where the entry/exit door was and it wasn't there, Another stand to buy stuff to eat was there, And there were these Star Wars Podracer things with knives attached to them which were going to come down on the floor and race all around. I went around and told people to get their feet off the floor or they'd be cut up and everyone did and only one person was hurt; My father, Who I (Whoever I was) Tried to help and keep off the floor. I at first was by a cylindrical column and a knife came up the pole and cut him! Then later whoever Father was turned into chicken and grease when I was above a grille (That wasn't a hot grille) and I said "I'm not married to people, I'm married to organs!" And then the thought was "I'm married to dirt" At the end prior to waking.

I need help, And to accept what will work.

I am driving on a road while talking on the phone with my mother. She sounds very upset and she keeps talking about how she is not able to find a job, how she thinks she may have to declare bankruptcy, and how my dad won't help her with her bills. I was trying to help comfort her, but as I am talking the entire road I am traveling on unravels and causes me to crash into some brush. I hung up on her because I needed to get out of the current mess I was in. I get out, the car is destroyed, and I try to make my way to find some help.

There is a lot of greenery. Everything is lush, and almost tropical, like I had been transported to India or something. I come to a backyard with a lot of junk in it. A brown pit-bull is in the yard that keeps barking at me. Thankfully the chain fence keeps him from actually attacking me. I walk around to the front and open the gate. When I do this I hear yelling and a man comes out of the house trying to chase me out. I don't know what to do so I just start running from him. I get far enough ahead and I see a shed that I quickly jump into and hide before he sees me. The dream fades out.

I'm in my bed and I realize I am really deeply tired and know I can stay in the dream awhile. I close my eyes and I'm able to do a WILD. (I am lucid, but it goes in and out a lot. I'm only semi-lucid.)

I am back in the big shed I ran into. Near the doors I see another person. It's another guy, and thankfully he is not the one that had been chasing me.

"Hey, come with me." He motions me forward.

When I reach him he kind of brushes against my chest before grabbing my hand. I get the feeling that he had more than friendly intentions - But it is gentle and completely non-threatening. I feel a comfortability around him that is rare when I meet people. He takes me out of the shed and out of that junkyard of a place and right up to another building. When we pass through it there are a lot of auctions, of people. I don't know why but people would get up on platforms and others would bid for them. I couldn't really process it because before I knew it we were leaving and on the steps of another building

I look around and it is actually a Monastery-like place. The architecture is beautiful. I see lots of people sitting on pillows around an elongated table. They all wear ceremonial robes, very eastern traditional garments that monks normally wear. There were women too so it was a co-ed spiritual place. I really enjoyed it as it felt incredibly peaceful.



The young man that brought me here looks at me, "My name is Zee. Normally outsiders are not welcome here, and I brought you against regulation. Come quickly and try not to be seen."

I follow him urgently to his room, which was incredibly small. Just a bed and a tiny set of drawers. As soon as he closes the door behind him I hear an older lady yell, "ROOM INSPECTION!!"

Shit

I look under the bed to see if I can hide there but it is standing only about 3 inches from the ground and there is no way I could fit.

"Stay there!" Zee says.

I stay and curl into a ball next to the bed. Zee dumps a bunch of sheets over me and makes it look like I am just a bundle of unfolded fabric. The dream fades out and I wake up.

(I'm back in my bed but I am really excited about this dream so I keep my eyes closed and I am able to WILD again). I am back in Zee's room but he is gone. I look out the window to check and make sure I am in the right place. Sure enough it is the same temple. I think about trying to magically make him appear but then feel that that would be "cheating" and the dream would lose it's authenticity. In the corner of the room is a young pretty blonde girl who has features similar to Zee's. It clicks in my head that she was his sister.

"It's a good thing you disappeared when you did. You weren't found out. Zee could have been in a lot of trouble you know."

"Where did he go?" I ask.

She shrugs her shoulders, "He's outside of the room somewhere. You should go look for him."

I am already wearing ceremonial robes like the others. That's a good thing because I will blend in more and it would be less likely that I was questioned outside. I walk out of the room and down the hallway. I come to a room where there is a large circle of people weaving different fabrics.

The dream ends and I wake up again. This time completely.

1. A ghostly hand touched my hip on bare skin as I was sleeping. It was so icy cold it woke me up and even when i got up and went to the bathroom I could still feel the prickly cold where the hand had been.

2. I was in a room doing an experiment with bees. There were several containers with bees in them and I was measuring the frequency of sound that the buzzing produces. According to the dream, the frequency directly correlated to food scarcity and happiness of the bee. The higher the frequency, the more content the colony was, and the more abundant their resources. Lower frequencies linked with problems.

Looking back on that I wonder how "true" this dream experiment was. I don't know where my brain came up with that but it sounds like a valid hypothesis.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

Can't recall the dream itself but i have strong feeling of being in quadruped stance through that dream.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing Akashicverse and apparently was fighting second stage boss, it's synchronization with music was kinda unstable and some attacks were different. Then it went OMAKE form and there it was much slower, had less HP and attack patterns were entirely different. After more or less usual first one there was one pattern with vertically raining red projectiles and one pattern with circular spread walls of projectiles that were changing with each wave and getting harder, after that it randomly changed to very last pattern of that form.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was looking on a pic with a dragon and a pirate, there was story and/or dialogue to a pic and according to it they were friends.

Not 100% sure if actually woke up and DEILDed or it was 'DEILD from FA'
Dream 4:

I wake up and keep eyes closed, soon i start feeling the dream and... apparently my limbs feel like they are entirely different now, then i hear somebody in the room and he says 'Wake up~' and starts trying to wake me up.
I 'wake up' into false awakening but i still feel that i am dreaming, the room is surprisingly exact copy of IWL and that confuses me for a bit but then i go to balcony, as i look around, outside apparently is exact copy as well, then dream fades out. Then i get very short FA/HH where i briefly see my snout.

July 14, 2013

A Changing Household
This dream starts in third person. I think I'm watching a movie. I have a passing thought that it's probably The Mummy. Leonardo Di Caprio, Penelope Cruz, and a couple other people tumble into a large sandy pit. The sand is bright white; a few small plants are scattered around. I think it's amusing that in movies, the top-billed actor always stays nice and clean, while everyone else gets dirty. Sure enough, when they all get up, LDC is pristine, with nicely combed hair, while PC is all muddy and has hair everywhere. She's grumbling about how if she'd been the top billed actor, then she'd be all pristine and he'd be a mess.

Now he's gone. The rest of them think he's abandoned them. Now I'm looking at him. He's just gone though a kind of tunnel to another part of the pit to look around. Looking up, he sees a waterfall and realizes it's going to fill the pit. Now I'm looking at the other group of people as LDC comes rushing back through the tunnel shouting at them to climb for their lives. His footsteps fill with water as he runs.

Now they're at the top of the pit. The waterfall is visible to the right in the distance. They're wet and exhausted. A woman meets them and invites them into her home to dry off and clean up. She's standing next to a blocky wooden pillar of some kind. I have the feeling it was a grandfather clock.

Now I'm in her home. It's a standard entry-level subdivision home, somewhat on the cluttered side. I'm at the end of the central hallway. A bathroom is to my left, with a small room (probably meant to be a bedroom) to my right. My wife is coming out of the bathroom. I ask her where the clean clothes are, and she indicates they're in the room across the hall.
I go into the bathroom. It's more of a laundry room that happens to have a toilet and sink. Brightly colored stuff is around.

Now I'm in the room across the hall, holding the clothes. I've got a long sleeved shirt and some pants. I decide that since I'm dreaming, I'm going to change the shirt into a one-piece outfit. Now I'm wearing the shirt, but it still looks like a shirt. I try again. Now I'm wearing a maroon one-piece outfit. Unfortunately, it has a gaping fly with no way to close it. I try to will it closed, but nothing happens. I touch the bottom, not for the actual touch, but so that I can't see what I'm doing. I move my finger up, *knowing* that the part I can't see is in fact closed. Sure enough, as I move my finger up, I can see that the hole is closing. I get to the top and remove my finger. I can see a faint glowing line where the fly used to be; the line quickly disappears.

I decide that, as cool as this is, it's too much work - I'm used to wearing shirts, and if I don't keep concentrating, it'll turn back into a shirt. Unfortunately, I can't find the pants anywhere. I ask the teenaged son where they are; he says he'll go get them.

Now I'm wearing a shirt and pants. The rest of the family passes through the room. I know I'm supposed to follow
them, but I have a bad feeling about it. Instead, I look at the fish tank near the door. It's got a symbol on it that shows I can unlock a minor achievement with it, but I don't know how. As I'm looking at the fish tank, I notice a couple of fish swimming in the air near me, but I ignore them. One fish, green, swims straight towards the glass, straight at me, and opens its mouth. Even though it's a normal sized aquarium fish, I have this vision of a LONG green tunnel. At the far end is a large glowing object which starts to shoot forward. Right as it reaches the end of the tunnel (the mouth), it hits the aquarium glass, and the fish is thrown back, dazed.

Now I'm in the living room. The woman is doing something strange. Outside the window, I see a large board that starts to light up with symbols in different colors. As she describes what's going to light up, it does, as she's described - symbol and color. Then it starts to display the wrong colors. I know something is wrong, so I leave the living room.

Now I'm back in the aquarium/changing room. The teenage boy is there working on a math problem. Whatever it is, it's a trick question. I help him with it for a minute.

Now all the people who were in the living room are in the room with us. They have red skin, and they're attacking us. Whatever strange ritual she did with the board was clearly evil. They're throwing small bombs at us with lit rope fuses. I keep knocking them away from myself. They bounce into the corners and explode harmlessly. I realize that if I could hold onto one until the fuse was nearly gone, then throw it back, I could kill them; but I can't bring myself to do it.

There's a lull in the attack. A man is siting in a cushy rotating chair looking at something on a computer. I decide to go over and try to get him distracted by showing him some Simpsons. It turns out he's already so distracted with whatever he's doing that I can't distract him further.

Now I'm sitting in a similar chair. My left arm is on the armrest. A young woman with red skin)is next to the chair, laying her head on my arm, asleep. I can't move for fear of waking her.

I become aware of my heartbeat. It's actually fairly normal. I remember that if you want to summon something in a dream, you have to have a convincing reason why it'll work. I've been reading Way of Kings, and some of the characters have Shard Blades they can summon. It takes 10 heartbeats from when they start to summon it to when it appears in their hand. I hold my hand out, try to summon it, and count my heartbeats. At 10, I feel a tingle, but no blade appears. I try again; this time, after 10 heartbeats, nothing happens.

I know another way to summon things in dreams is to imagine them where you can't see them, then "find" them. I decide that there's always been a sword under my chair, and I just need to pull it out. Unfortunately, I can't move far enough to reach under to get it.

Somehow, in conjunction with the teen boy, I know that this transformation is temporary, and that if I just wait long enough they'll go back to normal. Up on the wall, I see a clock. It has too many hands, they're not straight, and they're moving too fast; but I know it's almost time.

Now everyone is back to normal. This includes the boy, kind of: he's really a girl, and now that everything is back to normal, "he" is female again. She's wearing a tight fitting purple latex top.

I can feel the dream start to fade. I try to take some action to stabalize it, but whatever it is I tried, it didn't work. The dream continues to fade.

A moment of transition comes: I'm present in the dream, remembering all that's happened, watching it fade; then I'm in bed, watching the dream fade, remembering scattered bits of dream memory, knowing that just a moment earlier I was there remembering it all.

I was in prison for a minor incident, but something had happened in jail which had given me the life sentence.

The prison was getting raided. We were all told to lay down, face down, facing the wall.

I somehow escaped prison, and made my way to a house. I was wearing clothes that didn't look completely like a prison outfit, but was uncomfortable in case I got noticed as a prisoner.

I had reached my family, but they were not my real family, just people I knew (Josh D?). I was happy to see them and was cherishing the moments I was having with them. I broke down and started crying when I mentioned about how I was given a life sentence.

I was now in what looked like, Germain's bed room. I was using looking into his mirror and noticed I was now someone else, Miley Cyrus . I had all her features that she has of now. I was trying to style my hair, but I couldn't get it to look the way I wanted it.

Miley Cyrus

I asked Josh, how I could fly out of the country without getting caught.

Scene changed.

I was now playing Australian Rules Football(AFL). I saw a great mark by a Melbourne Demons player. I thought It may have been J. Howe, but I don't think it was. The ball had been kicked over my head, I ran back with the flight of the ball and took a courageous mark. I tried to kick the ball long and direct, but it went to the left, but luckily one of my team mates was there to take the mark.

I remember the ball going over a fence. Some players said that we wouldn't be able to get it back, as they asked the owner of the house for it, and he said no. I had a look at the fence it had gone over and noticed there was a lot of barb wire at the bottom of the fence.
I thought that I should jump over and get it, but saw the owner in his house, looking our way and didn't risk it.

Eventually I think the man threw the ball back over his fence to us.

I was back at Germain's. I was talking to Chris Judd (Carlton AFL Player), about why I couldn't play at the top level in AFL, due to my shoulder. I think he thought I was talking about him, so he explained about his surgery. He said he tore his hamstring off his shoulder

Chris Judd

Date: September 26, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total sleep time: Finally enough

Dream 1:

I was running in the weirdest race with a lot of people…mostly women. The race took place in a very large home…somewhat like a mansion. We had to go through all of these nooks and crannies of the home…racing up back stairways and secret passages. To thwart our efforts some men was offering runners a nice cold beer, and other men were their flirting with the women…some women fell for it and had to drop out of the race. I was sitting down taking a break from the race when I realized that I haven’t seen any of the runners in a while, I hopped up from my seat and finished the last lap to win the race.

Fraggle:

I was trying to thread a needle, but the needle disappeared in thin air. I got down of the floor to look for the needle and found it, but instead of being the straight needle I started out with, it was a curved needle…like the kind doctors use to close up stitches.

Fraggle:

I was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat.

Dream 2:

I was talking with my nephew when I noticed that someone was at the window trying to get his attention to come outside. When he did come outside, several people were there and started fighting him…it had to be around 5 or 6 people fighting my 1 nephew. It was a planned attack and I was so angry, that I went to go find the attackers all by myself. Once I found them, I made them sit down on the ground in a neat row and tell me why they had did what they did. It turns out that the attack was orchestrated by a female (don’t know if this was an ex-girlfriend or not) and she was not even sorry for what happened. I remember cussing her out and holding her down until the police came. The girl had stated that she was only in the neighborhood that day because she had special privileges at the prison…she was an inmate at the prison and she was allowed to be out in the community during the day, only to return back to the prison at night…and I noticed that she was pregnant. I didn’t care, I continued to grab at her and cuss her out. She kept a smirk on her face the entire time.

Dream 3:

I was riding in my car with my family when we noticed that a police car was pulled over to the side of the rode. I was speeding so fast that I almost ran into the back of the police car. The police car put on it’s lights and (can’t remember how) but I ended up at the police station with the police officer. The police officer was not dressed in uniform, he was dressed in some very casual shorts and a t-shirt AND he reeked of alcohol. As it turns out, the police officer was pulled over on the side of the rode for driving under the influence and he was waiting on another office to come get him and take him to jail!

Fraggle:

Something about me looking for a house to purchase and I had to choose between two homes…one of them was famous for serving the best seafood in town. I can’t remember anything about the other house except it was painted white on the outside.

Note: I couldn't be more proud of myself for improving so much on dream recall, I have been able to remember 3 dreams and 3 fragments in one night! Such an improvement for me! So sweet

The earliest dream fragment I can remember was me sitting in the living room at my dad's house. This dog (that I don't own in real life) was there, and he could talk. He was somewhat of a bully too, and would force me to move over on the couch just so he could hog most of it to himself. There was something later that involved a tornado, and several of them came at the house in waves of two or three.

The last thing I remember before waking up was exceptionally creepy. I was dreaming that I was laying down in the same bed that I was actually sleeping in. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed (it doesn't exist in my actual dorm room) and I could see a reflection of my own silhouette in it, but it was standing up, behind the bed. I asked it what it was doing, and it started dancing. I thought that was pretty cool, and I asked it to moonwalk. It moonwalked out of view, but then came back and stood in front of the mirror. Then it slowly reached down and started choking me, although I could see and feel no hand. I suddenly woke up, and it was so weird seeing the same room go from being covered in shadow to being lit by the morning Sun in less than a second.

I'm starting to wonder if maybe I was actually awake but in some kind of sleep-paralysis or something that caused me to hallucinate, because the angles, my posture, where I was looking; it was all the same.

09-26-2013 -- [Very long, detailed, funny dream, that like usual, I can not remember well enough to really do justice to it. I literally woke chuckling to all the insanity I'd just been through.] I am at a hotel or something, almost certainly at or near Walt Disney World, and I am with Dale. He's on the last full day of his vacation, and is stressing out about going home the next day. He's worried about packing everything and getting the rental car returned and all.

So I am walking him through it all step-by-step, and telling him it will all go smoothly and be easy to get everything done, and he is starting to calm down. Meanwhile, we seem to be eating in a little restaurant or cafeteria that seems more like it is in a school than a hotel (hints of FCM at IWU), and Dale is mentioning how he ended up writing some sort of sarcastic bit for a small humor newsletter, but what was supposed to be one little bit has grown into three, and he's handed them to me to read, and as I am doing so (and nothing ever reads well in dreams) the publication is growing from a Teens Today-size 11x17 folded-into-four-page handout to a Hornet-sized newspaper to a multi-page, multi-section full-size newspaper like the Orange County Register, which I am having trouble folding to carry under my arm.

Meanwhile, Dale has just taken out his trombone and has walked into the back of a classroom and sat down with his instrument as a very no-nonsense teacher and a bunch of students start to walk into the room. It seems Dale is sitting in on a rehearsal. The teacher is very tough and demanding, but all Dale ever receives from him is the occasional brief nod, so he must be a very good musician. [In real life I am almost certain Dale doesn't play anything.]

As the teacher starts and continues to lead the group, I am very surprised to notice all the brass players are segregated behind a 'sound-proof' barrier that can't block the sound entirely, but lessens it, so the teacher isn't having to constantly warn the brass not to blare, and urge the woodwinds and strings to be louder, to be heard, and I am thinking to myself what a brilliant idea it is, and wishing we had it back when I was in band. But Dale is not behind it, so I guess the trombone is a woodwind in this dream.

Anyway, they play for a bit, and then they seem to take a little break, and while the professor is giving his students small bits of individual instruction, I am making a few comments (about the vacation, not the music) to Dale, and though I am afraid the music teacher will snap at me, he doesn't. The teacher is a sort of a mixture between Mr. Eubanks (one of my teachers, though not a band teacher), Pat Moran, and Lisa Simpson's music teacher.

Soon the whole class is moving, and it seems like we move about a corridor over. It is like we are moving from a practice room to a performance hall, and starting to prepare for an actual concert or something. But there are more and more people walking in and getting involved, and lots of 'guest stars,' both from TV and from my past. Tony Shalhoub seems to be puttering around, and Ron Howard seems to be playing an instrument, and wondering how things are going to play out, but they are both very young. (Ron is Happy Days age, and Tony resembles his character in Galaxy Quest.)

There is a young lady who is top of her class, and very proper, but kind of stuck up (a sort of cross between Sharon Newkirk's brilliance and Cordelia Chase's attitude) who is supposed to be one of the star performers, but she has managed to do something to anger the professor, and he just points her to an out-of-the-way corner and orders her to sit down and shut up, which has her pouting and angry.

Meanwhile, there is a very flashy and flamboyant piano player, a kind of a cross between Liberace and Elton John, very forward, demanding, and visual, who is just passing through, but sees a piano, and can't help but sit down and start to play, and the professor tolerates it, but makes it plain he expects him to behave, and amazingly enough, manages enough presence that the flamboyant player meekly agrees.

So they are all starting to tune up and prepare, and Dale is still hanging in the background, out of the way, but ready to play. Since he is not one of the students, he doesn't want to put himself forward at all, but he is still going to sit in and play along. Meanwhile, Shawn Spencer is also here, and is his usual insane self, and is coming up with all sorts of ideas on how to make the concert or opera or whatever it is supposed to be, and somehow the strict, demanding, controlling professor finds almost all of his insane ideas to be interesting, and is largely giving him free reign, and thereby allowing chaos to spread incredibly.

So the people are wandering in and out, music is played, Shawn is rewriting both the show and bits of music on the fly (at one point he walks by the piano player, throws in a hand, and adds a small riff mid-song before walking off) and though I expect both the flamboyant pianist and the controlling director to be furious, they seem much more bemused, almost sort of "Yes, that does work nicely."

The girl is complaining that she isn't being allowed to do anything, and it's just not right! Ron Howard is having fun, but confused as can be about what is happening, and Shawn is getting more and more wild in his ideas, which doesn't bother the controlling professor at all, though it certainly ought to! Things are getting more and more surreal, and the audience is just laughing hysterically and taking it all in. It is chaos ... brilliantly orchestrated chaos!

Finally things end and we all start filing out. I want to tell the professor how much I liked the concert, and also I still want to comment on that brass behind the barrier thing, but there is no way to get near him at the moment, and the press of the crowd more or less forces me into the practice room that we'd visited earlier. It seems that other students, not part of the group performing, but inspired by the concert's madness, have run rampant in here, and trashed the place.

The college staff have been working at cleaning the place up, and are somehow deciding to blame me for all this, but I am not having any part of it. I tell them they want the prestige of having this big name person in charge, and to keep him from walking off in a huff they give him complete and absolute control ... if he goes mad and his students destroy the place, the blame is completely theirs. They can't blame it on a random passing stranger! They don't like hearing this, and are swarming at me, trying to pull me down, but all they manage to do is to pull down all the materials blocking the door, and create an exit for me. I climb out of the room, and back into the main hall, where I find the crowds thinning.

I run into Dale, who I haven't seen in a while, and he is now late for his plane, but he feels the concert was well-worth it, and he isn't worried about it anymore. I start helping him grab all his luggage, and am sort of shrinking it to a small size, and causing it to all float around us (ala Harry Potter) while Kevin is complaining about everything, and saying he doesn't know what is going on.

We hurry toward the car, but as the crowds continue to thin, I practically run right in to the professor, and decide I have to speak to him for a moment. But now he is tired, and winding down, and has been talking to people for quite a while, and may be starting to second guess himself a little, and he seems really iffy about talking to me.

I tell him something like "That was crazy, and insane, and hilarious, and absolutely brilliant, but I have to tell you two things. The first is a quote from one of the Superman movies: 'You can't ...' I mean, 'You don't ...' 'If you think you can ....' Never mind. It's not important." Now he is starting to smirk, and seems to be getting to be in a better mood.

"The second thing is this. I used to be a music student ... never again!" I insist, worried that he'll think I want to ask him for lessons or something. Then I start to mention the constant warnings to the brass not to blare, and everybody else to be louder, but after the first couple of words, he is repeating back what I am saying, just a split second after me, then saying it with me, then saying is just an instant before me, like that odd monster out of the Doctor Who episode Midnight. Before I can get too frightened and freak too much, he breaks it off to make a comment about how the strange thing is, they don't have that segregated bit here in the performance hall, only in the practice room.

About this point, I woke up chuckling to myself about the madness of the dream.

> One where "E" happened

last three dreams I recall:

> A dream similar to the scene from the 1990s movie "Maverick" in which one guy is shooting at the main character. It was a bit different than in the movie including more falls.

> I thought of a place in Cranberry Mall, PA where there used to be an Aladdin's Castle Arcade. I thought of an arcade game that I may have tried once and not done very good at, Because I would've been like nine years old and it was a game that required athletic strength; You had to pedal and in the game you were flying some machine. Anyway, I thought of that and then Rainbow Dash showed up.



So then, There I was in training (Or that's what I guess it was) for flying; Being coached by a cartoon Pegasus Pony! Why? Anyway, I don't think I turned into a Pegasus but I was flying somehow and one particular thing I had to do was collect flying rings as if I were playing a Sonic the Hedgehog game. I had to collect some rings in a big flying but stationary and vertical circle, Without turning; If I were to type an "O" here, Imagine I was facing to the right of the screen and then I was at the top, Flying down and clockwise and then I had to fly back up, Backwards to the starting point!

Later I saw some sort of a graph showing speed and how Rainbow Dash was faster than Sonic the Hedgehog.

> MUMMY

This was a rather different one; The previous day while I was in a parking lot I thought of the movie "Under Wraps" And the scene in which the mummy was mistaken for a burned victim and then shocked by electricity.

So the dream commenced; I saw the kids biking home from the old ice cream factory or whatever it was, But they gave the mummy an 80s Oldsmobile Station Wagon to drive and he did a decent job driving at first, But then one of the kids got in while he drove at like 3-5 MPH and then tried to drive with him, At which point they sped across a bridge with the pedal to the floor and turned left, Then went a few blocks before they crashed into a house after taking a hard right. The mummy walked away and the kid was stuck under a lot of stuff in the car, And some guy who was about 20 years old or so I'd guess (And who wore a black shirt and had dark hair) then got a power saw and started cutting stuff away to get the kid out, But he cut himself at one point too though I did not see a lot of blood.

That mummy dream was the last dream I had on this date prior to waking.

There was a group of us going by dollar tree, and I remembered that I needed points, which i could get by buying cans there. My mom,however, bought a bunch of them for herself, so there weren't enough cans for me to buy, since i needed thirty. It was snowing outside. some dude owned my mom's car, and I put the tiny cart i had been using n the trunk. my mom was like "really" and i said "when i get thirty cans, I'm not carrying them all by myself".
as we left, aneri was telling my mom about the many ways to get points, and one of them was dating for charity. i imagined myself covered in makeup and in a dress.

there was this snowman following me, wanting to eat me. i stayed i my house. i narrated like i was telling someone this story. first i thought 'he is too small to eat me' then he grew into a house-sized monster outside and i ran back into the house. when i looked into his face from the top window, his carrot nose became a carrot-tentacle mouth with a ring of teeth in the middle and i backed away from the window.
then i thought 'i'm safe in here' but i let in my store manager, who turned out to be the snow man in a different form. he wouldn't leave my house, which wasn't so bad because he couldn't eat me in that form and my house was to small and warm to change back into snowman form. he chilled on my parent's bed and gave my sister all kinds of misinformation on what humans could do.

i wasnt really that scared, except for the initial part of finding out about killer snowmen and every time the snowman surprised me. i was pretty logical in trying not to be eaten