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Dream recall from today's naps, got a couple of DILDs and a bit of progress with dream control.

Nap #1:

I was on my PC, playing some kind of mod of video game called Doom. I got bored and decided to replay one of my own old mods for Doom. It was going on normally for a while, but soon it was smoothly transitioning from 'me playing game' to 'me being in game', then i ran into some technical problem with game not loading properly, but i fixed it, as i got to the next level it was suddenly overdetailed compared to everything else, there were yellow and red cave walls and also there was some kind of reactor behind the gate, and objectives stated that i had to destroy it. The detailing work on that map was ridiculous and i was never that good at map making so i realized that i am dreaming, i was walking around a bit and there were monsters from doom, which were frozen in place for some reason, but before i could do anything dream suddenly transitioned into my room.
It was daytime, i recalled my goals and went to the balcony, which was already open. On the balcony i was ready for another attempt on transforming into a dragon, i recalled that behaving like one would help transformation process, so i tried to do a roar, but failed, i started to fly and felt wings again. Dream destabilized in a second and i, what i call it, 'lagged out', basically no matter what i did i was shifted into previous position while moving again, and shifting to previous position again again in infinite loop, like what you would see when other player lags out in some multiplayer games. I tried shouting 'stabilize!' but shortly dream faded out.

Nap #2:

There was scene where main character of the game Medievil, Sir Daniel Fortesque, was talking to some princess, but she later lured him into some kind of trap. He managed to get out and she attacked him with sword, but he, being undead skeleton, was mostly unfazed by attack. Then dream skipped.
I wake up back in my bed, i recall the dream that i had and then i take off headphones and can still hear binaural beats, which means i am still dreaming. I get up and go to the balcony, on the way i engage senses and try feeling objects, for some reason it was hard to move fingers and for a second i felt the bed with it(being nowhere near the bed) as if i was still in the bed, i was thinking that it might feeling from my waking body but i quickly discarded that thought to prevent destabilization.
I take off and feel wings again, this time flying is even easier and i can even hear sound of wings! I fly to the left(if facing building) and then just fly around for a short while. I decide to try attempting transformation into a dragon right in the flight, i shout 'Dragon form!' while visualizing and expecting change to happen but nothing happens. I notice that i am flying above some kind of marketplace and there are lots of DCs. For fun i decide i try something different, i fly right at random DC, which apparently is female DC, and suddenly stop right in front of her face, there's expression of shock on her face haha, then i fly away. I decide to go for another attempt at transformation into a dragon, i shout 'Dragon form!' again while visualizing and expecting the change and suddenly i feel the change on my right hand and hear weird periodic sounds that i can describe as 'crackle', i look at my hand and it's clawed and there are black scales roughly halfway to the elbow, in a few seconds it becomes back normal though, but hey, it didn't instantly destabilized dream this time! I fly around for some more time and then dream fades out.
I wake up back at my bed and in a few seconds i wake up properly.

I'm sitting on a couch, my wrist held out in front of me by Castiel. He is wrapping up an ugly wound. I watch him work and I'm glad to see the wound disappear underneath the white cloth. I smile, looking into his eyes. And I ask, "Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?". He carefully finishes his work and looks at me, still holding my wrist in his hands. "I don't know...", he says quietly. A small, almost sad smile comes to his face. "I'm sorry.", he adds, and slowly he casts his eyes downward. I shift forward and closer to him, reaching out to lift his face in my hands. I smile and kiss his forehead. I close my eyes and say, "It's okay... you're my unicorn".


Dream Fragment: I'm in one of the high school outside hallways. Michael is stupid and I'm really pissed off. I launch myself at him, pushing him back towards one of the green beams. Super Mario music is playing. And when he hits the beam with his back, the Super Mario death music plays.

Before sleep: felt like listening to relaxing music when falling asleep but decided to turn it off. Big mistake, was way too awake and my mind decided it was time to torture me with worries about an incoming situation irl. I managed to convince myself I am not interested in its worries tonight, and started day dreaming more pleasant situations instead. 2 hours went by before I felt asleep…

Total sleep time: 7+hrs

Dream recall techniques: tired and lazy tonight, so none

First Regular Dream: No DJ entry. Woke up around 3 hrs after falling asleep, went to toilet and repeated two times the key word which was supposed to unravel the dream. Was really sleepy and did not turn on tablet to write down, which I should have done, because I couldn’t remember anything from this dream when waking up 4 hrs later.

Snooze dreams: I wanted to sleep, felt really tired, but I also wanted to lucid, so I switched between setting the alarm clock for 20 more minutes or just pressing the snooze button.

Snooze dream1: Me and some classmates were in a building, which later feels more like a mall. I remember in the dream that there is a place in the mall, where they sell really attractive cupcakes/brownies, etc. I am interacting with my friends and I dream some toilets as per dream tradition.

Snooze dream2: The building I am in feels like some kind of hospital in space, maybe spaceship. The atmosphere is very dynamic because it is part of the “Aliens” game that I am playing in the dream. This is very similar to previous dreams I had. [I haven’t played “aliens” for years and after so many paranoid dreams I am surely not buying the new one!] The room door in front of me will open any minute, somebody is counting down, and there are lots of aliens waiting to jump on me. Just great! I try running away from them, rushing to a room, closing the door. They are coming! I try to open the window and jump from it. It is very high and I fall, I fail to hold on to any branches of a nearby tree and keep on falling. But I guess, my attention is not programmed to hit the ground, so it happens as if I really managed to grab some branches and am hanging in the air. I feel gravity in a really strange way as I am completely disoriented as to in which direction the ground is. The aliens are probably climbing the building so they will reach me soon.

I wake up putting the alarm for some 20 mins later and think I want to WILD. I feel very sleepy but I try to keep myself awake, staring at the blackness in front of me, keeping the intention to have a lucid. I didn’t notice when I fell asleep.

Snooze dream3 - DILD: The scenario where the aliens are coming continues, but this time I am at my old place, in my room. A transparent guy, I can only see the contours of his body, walks in the room. At first I think he will chase me, but then he turns into a friend from school. I have the urge to kiss him, and well, I do. The paranoia returns and I feel the presence of aliens or whatever is after me behind the room door. There is only one way out now – the balcony. I head for the balcony, and as I cross and have the view of the balcony in front of me, I become aware that I am dreaming. I repeat that I am dreaming in my mind, to be sure that I don’t reintegrate in the dream and lose awareness. Ok, great, but there is this thing that I still feel is coming. Would it stop doing that? I kind of know that I am causing its behaviour with my thoughts, so I try to make it disappear. Does not work. I continue down the balcony, which is really long. I think that if I ignore it, it may not be there, but then I turn my back and there it is. The chaser is now an old rasta man that feels somewhat ominous to me. I mumble that I want him to go away, no effect again. I am reaching the end of the balcony, the corner of the building. I try to think of alternatives of how to deal with the situation. At that very moment the damn alarm clock starts ringing. I am extremely annoyed at this, I really don’t want to wake up now, argh! Perhaps my anger turned to determination not to wake up and I managed to hold the dream and me there as I heard the alarm clock resonating everywhere. No idea how long that was, but it eventually stopped. [I have never attempted to ignore an alarm clock before, neither have I noticed that it stops because I always wake up and turn it off]
Still on the edge of the balcony, thinking what to do, I see the old rasta advancing, and consider the option of jumping off the building. I know that I will be fine, but when I think about down, I don’t turn my head, just think, I see blackness and I am concerned that I will probably lose it, because the scene will change. “Try to think of a scene to land in”, I think but this is way too complicated. I decide to jump anyways. I am standing at the edge of the balcony and the soles of my bare feet are half way through the air. I do not feel stable enough underneath to be able to perform a jump movement and to launch myself. The dream slips away and I wake up.

Comments: Chasers can be really annoying when you LD. I had some tasks in mind but I really can’t do anything when I feel compelled to run away. Is there any reliable and efficient way to get rid those cheeky entities that prevent you from doing other planned LD actions? Fighting them is way too distracting and making them disappear does not always work. Any tips?

One of my first long lucid dreams. I had this dream where I was on a street in a big city, mabyee New York, when someone started chasing me. As I was running the person came closer and closer no matter how fast I ran. In a last resort effort I ran down an ally and climbed up a wall as if I was Spider-Man. When I got to the top of the building I realized I had climbed up a skyscraper without using anything. I still hadn't realized that I was in a dream but I was puzzled. I began trying to explain to myself how I just did that. Then I tried to jump in the air. And I jumped probably 10 times higher than I ever had before and when I landed on the roof it did not hurt my legs. It seamed to me that the gravity of earth had been greatly reduced. "OMG"! "This can't be real", I said to myself. "I should not be able to do this". Then I decided to try to jump to the next building over, (kind of like Morpheus in the movie the matrix) and I landed with ease. I began to jump for joy, each time jumping higher and higher. "I must have been abducted by aliens" I thought to myself. "We'll if that's the case F these aliens" I said and jumped off this building and when I hit the ground I felt no pain. It was strange that I was in a huge city in the middle of the day and there was no one around. I began to run and run and run. I was getting faster and faster then I would run on the walls of the building sideways. Then jump on tops of cars crushing them on impact. Everything was so real. I saw everything in color. I could feel the wind on my face and I could here the crushing of the cars. Then it hit me, "I must be dreaming"! I started thinking, "if this is a dream then I should be able to do anything". So I concentrated on trying to levitate a car with my mind and sure enough it worked. I then crushed it into a ball just by thinking about it. "We'll let's try flying", I said to myself and sure enough I was flying around this city. After landing I realized how I had no limits and did not want to wake up. Then I suddenly woke up.

This dream was about a dreamviews thread on what are the odds this is a dream! Completely non-lucid and no sense of self - I was "reading" not participating.

Here is a fragment of my dream thread - there actually were user names but I forgot which:

...
[user1] This is not a dream, not weird enough.
[user2] Ah but we are not aware of all that is going on - not remembering all. If we backfill for all missing data points, then there is so much weirdness, that chances are high this is a dream!
....

First of all, a dream in which a DC says/writes that chances are high that it is a dream, that's beautiful! Now, why couldn't I also have some self-awareness to allow me to make the small leap from that to lucidity?

I know which thread triggered this! Gab yesterday wrote something like "let's face it our waking life is not weird enough, so we may need to pretend that it is" and I responded that I disagree that in my opinion life is plenty of weird, we just don't stop to question it most of the time, and don't notice how weird it is. In my dream the conversation was not between gab and JoannaB but it might as well have been. Fascinating, the only time I have successfully had an LD thus far after returning to this hobby was also triggered by DV interaction with gab. I think I will ask gab whether she would be willing to be my mentor or something, since obviously my dream self has a strong correlation between gab and lucidity or almost lucidity! Gab is my LD muse! Here is a link to the thread: http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...correctly.html (gab's post is #17 and my response is #18, and this is definitely what this dream is based on!)

Another element of this dream, the backfilling for missing data to get adjusted statistics which may change the whole picture of what the data shows - this was triggered by a work problem I was working on this week! It's neat to see where such ideas in my dreams originated from in real life.

I'm in a really loud dressing room. People are running around. It's madness. Men and women are getting me dressed, fixing my hair and doing my make up. They push me to the runway. I can see through the curtain. There are hundreds of people watching the show. Before I walk out, a woman looks me over one last time. I get the ok and now I'm walking. I smile and look at everyone. I know that after this they will all regret hurting me. I am a model. They get to watch me. I make it to the end of the runway and twirl to show off my dress. I then start walking back, smiling the whole way. Before I go behind the curtain again, I twirl one more time and wave to the crowd. I am happy.

I'm walking in Grandma's back yard. It's bigger and looks like a forest. Scott McCall is standing next to me. We start walking for a bit. He stops, grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. He says that we should split up so that we won't get caught. I agree and we go in different directions. I walk for a few minutes and come across a trailer. The door to the trailer opens and Chris Colfer walks out. He smiles at me and we hug. We go inside. I sit on an old sofa and he begins to pace in front of me. He starts crying and picks up a picture frame. I get up from the sofa and look at it. It's a picture of him as a kid and an old woman. I take the picture and set it down. I pull him into my arms and he cries while holding on to me tightly. I close my eyes and when I open them again, I'm back outside in front of a large shed. I open it and it's full of toys. I notice that there is a small path through the toys leading to the back of the shed. I start to walk towards the path but I stop. I see a huge bed in the back. On the bed I see a woman. She is older, but I can't tell how old. Her hair is a vibrant red. I'm not sure if she is asleep or dead. I stare at her.

The only thing I remember about this morning's dreams was something about recordings, mom and dad, and a town or something/a game??

Yesterday's dreams...

Dream 1:

- I was talking/arguing to dad about religion, specifically about how Paganism was infused in everything.
- Dad and someone else were going to ride on an oven pan (lol wat), but I needed it and was hoping they'd be done with it soon. I wondered how they'd fit on it, but I got an image in my head showing that they could fit a foot side by side.
- I was walking in the woods when I stumble across a group of bears huddled together. I freeze and drop down into a pile of leaves and stuff, but they've already noticed me. I remember that I should keep totally still.
- I'm cuddling up with the bears and they're talking to me, totally harmless.

Dream 2: I'm floating from sandbar to sandbar on a beach and collecting lost items from old campers. I'm a bit scared and sad as I think about what might have happened to the people who lost them. What the water's depths might be hiding. [I still remember that feeling, looking down into the deep water.]

When I reach the end, I step over and into a house with the stuff. The cats are sleeping in a cat bed or something down the hall and I get really worried about them getting outside and lost, so I make sure the door is really secure.

(I've lost some of the details since I didn't type this up sooner or try and remember them better.)

I'm walking down a long, white hall way. It reminds me of a hospital. At the end of the hall is a huge room that looks like an office space. It's filled with desks and papers and people. I see Stiles. He's running frantically around the room and talking to people. I leave the room and go into a diner-like room. It's not too crowded, which makes me happy. I walk up to a long table and Rem (my cat) is sitting on it, watching me. I start petting him and he purrs and relaxes. I look away from Rem and the whole room is staring at me in shock. I know that no one else but me could touch Rem. I feel proud. I decide that I'm hungry and get into the food line. There is an order window and I look at the menu hanging above it. I really want a burger and fries. I get seriously annoyed when they tell me that they don't have cheese. A boy walks up to me and starts apologizing. He says that he's sorry and that he'll be happy to help me in any way he can. I say okay and he gets in line behind me. When I'm about to order, Stiles gets in front of me. He tells me that he's scared and he wants to go home. I smile and tell him that everything is okay. He smiles back and turns toward the window to order. I grab his hand and we both relax.

Stiles Stilinski and I are walking fast out of an apartment complex. He's holding my hand and we hurry to the parking lot. We walk up to a light blue, 50's-looking car. The doors are open and it looks like it was broken into. Stiles tells me to get in and I do. He starts the car and we speed away. We end up in my old house on Almond Drive, but the inside is my Uncle's house. My dad is there. I walk up to him and punch him really hard in the face. I then leave the house and start running down the street. Someone, a man, is chasing me. I can't see his face and he's right behind me. I finally stop and fall to the ground in front of a group of people. I recognize some of them. I turn around and the man is right in my face. I close my eyes. When I open them again a few seconds later, Stiles and I are in the Almond Drive house kitchen, staring at a fish tank. We are watching a beautiful white cat with blue eyes. He's swimming and looking at us. I know that the cat is still too young. But as soon as he is old enough, I will take him from the tank and keep him. Stiles agrees. And then we are back at the apartment complex. We are leaving in a hurry again. Stiles is holding my hand tighter and we are walking faster. I look behind me and there is a woman staring at us from a balcony. It makes me horribly uneasy. Stiles notices her too and hurriedly pulls me into the same old car. We speed away.

I'm running down a street with someone. It's a street that I know. I can't see the persons face. We slow down and are walking together, keeping very close. I am constantly looking around me. A black SUV drives past us and then slows down. I instantly get a bad feeling and grab the person's hand. We start running. We cut across yards and jump over fences until we are lost. I see a closed off, square place with a little opening. I pull the person inside with me. The walls around us are concrete and no one can see us. I sit in a corner, away from the opening, with my legs spread open. I pull the person down in between my legs, their back against my chest and my arms tightly around their waist. My chin rests on their shoulder and the person relaxes into me. We wait for a while in silence. A black dog then walks into the small space and looks at us. He comes close and starts licking our faces. I pet the dog.

I'm walking around my old middle school campus. It's dark and lightly raining. My little sister is at my side and we are walking quickly to the portable classrooms. Someone catches our attention and we decide to follow them. They go into the girl's bathroom. The Bathroom is brightly lit, a bit unnaturally it seems. Even so I am still unable to see the person's face. From the figure, I hear a male voice. He says that what we seek is right across from the bathroom entrance. Immediately, I leave the bathroom and walk to a well lit portable. I go inside. It is large and square. Except for the entrance wall, the other walls are lined with clothes racks. I turn around and notice that my sister is no longer with me. I know that someone bad is coming close, so I go into the racks and hide between the clothes. A Japanese school girl that resembles Sailor Moon, runs into the room. I know she is looking for me and I'm afraid. She runs around the racks and then runs outside. I feel safe with her gone and I know that she can't see me. I get up and step out of the clothing racks. On one of the racks I spot a small, black jean jacket. It's old, faded and covered with little gold studs. While I'm looking at it, my sister appears in the doorway and tells me to hurry. We have to go fast. I look at my sister and then back at the jacket. I have to take it with me. It feels really important. I take the jacket off of it's hanger and my sister and I walk out of the classroom. Suddenly I'm in a department store. I feel relaxed and I'm looking around for something. I walk up to a mirror and stop to look at my face. I am Stiles Stilinski. A hand touches my shoulder, so I turn around. Scott McCall and my sister are looking at me. Derek Hale's hand rests on my shoulder. They are all looking at the jacket now. I lift it up a bit and show them. Derek looks at me again and tells me that it's too small. I already know. I hug the jacket close and walk around the store with it. Scott, Derek and my sister follow me around. I say, "It is sad." I tell them that she is too big. She is too big and now she can't wear the jacket. I stop walking and look at the jacket. I try to put it on but it disappears. I turn to Derek and he has a small smile on his face. He says, "Come on, Stiles". He takes my hand and leads me to a pyramid of candy. I stare at it and Derek walks away. I dig through my pockets but I have no money. I feel a bit upset, but I grab something anyway and walk to a register. Derek is already there and in his hands is a small, white and rectangular box. It says "orange" on it, I think. I move closer to get a better look. He sees me trying to get a better look and quickly hides it behind his back, smirking all the while. I laugh and step closer to him. He grabs my hand.

I haven't watched any documentaries on ancient Egypt lately, so I have no idea why I dreamed about a Pharaoh. But anyway.

I remember the bald headed Pharaoh, the apparent "wife" wearing dreadlocks down to the shoulder, skin much darker than portrayed in movies. Appeared a little greasy, but this was the norm. I saw a maiden, servant girl and a very young heir (little boy wearing a loin cloth/skirt), who I was chasing after. The servants wore dark red/burgundy with leather belts for clothing. The royals wore white trimmed in a edge of blue, with gold everywhere manageable. Pharaoh spoke to me and made eye contact, which for some reason did not seem strange, even though I was not a royal. He was very cordial, pleasant, not the prick I would expect. I remember something about a mosaic, tile, wall-sized "painting" that Pharaoh was giving his directions on what he wanted, and a floor rug that was rolled up and carried to another room, and the walls were teal blue. OK, so.... the king was decorating.

Morning of March 21, 2013. Thursday.



So here I am on the back of a white 1948 Ford F1 pickup truck. Well, except that I am not actually in the back, but standing carefully, toes to heel, on a longer 2x4 board that is one of many arranged in a somewhat sloppy way, with the gate down, and a few of which stick out to at least four feet from the back (they are underneath, so the weight from the top boards are keeping them from sliding out, it seems). A nice balancing act. I almost feel like dancing, as I can stand almost out to the edge without falling over or being swept away by the forces of the wind and moved by the momentum of the truck in any way. An old man with white hair is driving at about 40 mph. It is a winding mountain road. A chrome-colored tarpaulin covers about three-quarters of the back from the cab. A young dark-haired girl is actually in the back on the left (from my perspective), leaning back on the cab, in a denim skirt outfit (the kind with a sort of bib and with three layers of skirt) and has a green backpack with black straps and trim in the middle near the cab. A yellow ribbon is missing from the right side of her head and has been used as a flag for the extended timber load.

“KAGL 93.3 FM, El Dorado…the Eagle!" Rick Springfield starts singing "Speak to the Sky”.

The girl is working out a puzzle in a Dell logic puzzle book.

“This is nice,” I say. I do a sort of jig to try to deliberately crack the 2x4 to see if anything happens (perhaps it will become a sort of skateboard/hoverboard and I will “fly” away).

“This is my dream,” she responds, “you don’t have to be in it…I’m going to dream about Woodsy Owl, Smokey the Bear, and Wendy and the Camp Fire Blue Birds.”

She moves the backpack in my direction about a foot or so from the cab and takes out a teddy bear, which starts to swell up as it if is a fuzzy balloon with someone evenly blowing air into it (or it is one of those self-inflating travel pillows). Soon, it is a real bear (American black bear) sitting near the right edge of the back, but not taking notice to anything.

I say “Oh brother, it’s the ol’ teddy bear into a real bear routine! You need new writers!”

The same song still plays. “Forest fires prevent bears!” I happily shout, remembering an old Cracked Magazine poster featuring Smokey the Bear running from burning trees.

I start vocally “dah-dah-dahing” the songs “Turkey in the Straw” and “The Arkansas Traveler”, doing a faster jig. Finally, the board cracks into a downward “L” shape, and I fall into a horizontal (my back perfectly horizontal to the road) position on a cushion of air, feet somehow still on the board and moving with the truck. I spread my arms out, “deeply” relaxing, listening to the sounds of the wheels on road, the engine, and a somewhat tinny-sounding Rick Springfield. Bits of gravel hit me in the sides of the head every now and then, a minor annoyance.

I glance up and see that the bear is rummaging through her backpack and eating a pre-algebra textbook and a sandwich wrapped in plastic. I start laughing uncontrollably.

Eventually, I am still on a cushion of air but rising up quite a bit. I wave at the scene moving away and from below me (both the girl’s eyes and the bear’s eyes flash a bright, rippling silvery light for a second or two) and I try to roll in mid-air to the right wayside, but I feel “speed” building up, a strange sort of compressed awareness of time. The Moody Blues start up, “So Deep Within You” (from “On the Threshold of a Dream”) but starts to sound unusual and distant.

Well, this is fun, the sound of the truck’s radio fades almost completely and wind “growls” in my ears. I feel a strong, clear sense of “this is it” finality as the last musical notes fade out like some sort of short, “captured” multimedia artwork, da-dat-da-daaa. For an eternal second, I am a simple black-and-white sketch slightly animated to the song’s beginning part. Thus, I am an upright flying human “X” heading into a cluster of large trees on the wayside. I begin to arch my back slightly, feeling slightly exposed at the “front”. I become “attached” for a frozen moment by wrists and ankles to the old wood.

I am sighing with a sort of unusual body-wide pleasure with slight coolness, slight burning, and the “pulling” above the navel that makes me gasp. I pull the large trees towards each other and into me. A very old voice, seemingly that of a giant, some half-asleep ogre who has slept for a few hundred years or so, moans “Huh?” (as if “what in the world is going on up there?”) but so slowly, with a sense of time expansion, that no emotion of surprise is properly conveyed by the expanded waveform, just a very slow rise in pitch, which becomes…another sound…old roots groan and crack and dirt moves as the trees are pulled inside of me somehow.

“Inside” are white and blue infinite “hopping marshmallow-like cylinders” (loose and silly description, sorry) of soft light moving with great speed. This is a texture of vision that I have seen often in the past. Switch to: A rain puddle, with rain falling and splashing into it, but time is frozen or altered. Ripples remain for a very long time and an oblong drop stays in place even when hit through. Random human footprints appear on the surface and I move my fingers (especially thumb) about the appearing and dispersing “hollows” in interest and appreciation. Eventually, there are dark fern-like brownish fractal images just farther down into the large puddle that quiver “threads” to the surface. There are no more humans, but refreshing rain still falls.

So I pull myself up out of the ground, buried waist-deep, the force ending up on the backs of my wrists, palms up, man that hurts, an unnatural position, but it does npt matter, the long stiff feathers sticking out from my wrists and forearms cannot be bent at that point and might crack if I twist around too much. Time passes and it is night, with a crescent moon in the distance. I feel I am looking from about fifteen feet up or higher. I need to get my hands out from under my stiff wings, they are actually carved wood. My hands come out as carved snake heads from under the wooden feathers. Finally, I can feel my hands but cannot see them as I find a large, carved bear’s head emerged from my chest, its mouth only very partly open. On each toenail is painted a simple face, black eyes (outline) and eyebrows, black nose shape, and red mouth. A similar face is also carved into each of my knees.

Everyone is running around and screaming and pointing. “It’s not that bad, is it?” I think to the down there, “I’m just a walking totem pole. Can’t I walk around without all that noise and negative attention? My goodness… " I almost accidentally knock down a bird’s nest, but am able to place it back. This is ridiculous when burning sticks are thrown at me. My left shoulder catches on fire and I have to blow it out. I would like to move my legs a little more each step, but it feels like I am wearing pants with the legs sewn together almost down to below the knees. It is also like a sense of wearing someone’s prescription glasses I once tried in real life, where it makes you feel a lot taller (I learned that it depends a lot on how a certain person’s eyes worked - some prescription glasses I tested made me feel much shorter). I hold my arms out as a sort of "halt” indication, forgetting it makes me look a lot bigger as they are mostly within wooden wings that span out more. I see more burning sticks ready to be thrown. “Stop it!” I say (more like a coarse whisper), and whack my hand down in the lake and put most of their fires out as well as getting a face full of water.

Something in my mouth tastes foul and wooden, it turns out to be a canoe, so I take it out (part was stuck in my throat like a longer strand of bacon fat) and I put it back in the lake.

I get down on all fours and decide that it is probably better to be a longhouse. No drama. No people running around and acting crazy. I am a house, and plan on staying one… I watch people sing and dance. Chanting and dancing is better than running and screaming and throwing stuff. The only drawback is that I feel annoying hunger pangs when too many people walk out of me.

“Glowing” Dreams

Mean dogs are trying to get to me when I am in a cave near a cove and I am just trying to enjoy myself and watch the waves. But, good luck with that, dogs. They are trying to come up out of the pure, white sand but keep sinking back in, because, being domesticated (aggressive) pet dogs, they cannot walk on pure sand (seems logical). Mostly only their head comes up a bit, and they sink down in annoyance almost as if into a giant ant-lion trap. Mostly rust-colored (as usual) they are hardly even able to bark. Sometimes it is just a pitiful (but aggressive) “half-bark”, with head sort of sidewise, before they go back down, sometimes in a sort of cyan light that “burns” them away. What is really “funny” is that the more they bark in anger, the more sand goes into their mouths and helps pull them down with less breath and strength, with razor-sharp teeth being no threat at all.

I am in another cave, it seems, and a very ancient Minoan column is inside, much of the bottom and top covered by rock. Rays of light come out as it cracks and I softly tap on it. It is not only hollow, another dimension is inside. There are human-like figures made of light. “God” is there but is not a giant worm, but an infinite spiraling “ribbon” of light moving about somewhat like an earthworm. “Oh that’s right”, I “remember”. Some of the people, all ages, and male and female walk into me. Everything is bright and perfect.

I find myself in a dark, abandoned warehouse complete with some stacked pallets, old crates, and a few barrels along the walls. There's the cliche' water dripping from the upper story down onto the cracked concrete floor.
I turn on a light switch, but insead of light, there's a grinding mechanical sound.
I turn off the switch and walk towards an open doorway to see a busy film crew in the next room. I notice I'm now wearing an old English safari outfit as the director calls to me and says "we're ready for your scene". Apparantly, I was the star of a commercial for a new childrens game.
The game being promoted was called "Snappy Croc", where the players each take a turn at trying to remove the teeth from a football sized, battery-operated crocodile head. As the player gets a tooth, they put it in the "possum pouch" - a fake fur bag. If you're too slow, the jaws clamp down gently, the motion stops, and a buzzer goes off. The player who removes the most teeth without getting "bitten" wins.
So a prop guy calls me over to this 15 foot purple plastic crocodile and tells me to get on. I climb aboard and ask how to start it up. Looking down at what I assumed was an animatronic crocodile, I could see the dark greenish skin of a real crocodile underneath the purple plastic links that made up the outer skin. It vibrated powerfully as it emitted a loud, low pitched growl. I looked up and said "Uh, I don't think I want to do this".