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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:

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[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!
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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".

Before sleep: no dream yoga white “a” this time, just gently following breath

First dream: about 5 hrs after falling asleep

Total sleep time: 8 hrs

Dream recall techniques today: Dr1&Dr2 – played dream 2 times in mind to remember; Dr3-Dr6 – woke up and tried to commit to memory by intending [risky for dream recall but worked today]

WILD attempt: nope, just wanted to watch dream TV

Dream1: Scientists are discussing some chemical which is dangerous to the human health. I am in a dark closed space with a scientist, or is he me? At any rate, the tube that was supposed to hold this chemical in place is getting loose, so the chemical escapes and starts to mix with the air. I know what that means, soon he will die, so nasty side effects begin on his body. While this chemical element is quite dangerous it has wide applications. Actually, it is pretty common on the planet of interest. I am looking at a habitable planet, which I feel is much bigger than Earth. So this planet has potential to be populated by humans, and this chemical can produce huge quantities of energy. I see a small moon, which has water and clouds on the surface. I also see some kind of transparent strings with magnetic pull as the moon moves through space. The habitable planet is a really beautiful place, although there are no humans in it, (or probably because of it the nature is very beautiful. I almost zoom in, to look at the trees. Next thing I know:

Dream2 [Behaving Lucid]: Next thing I know, I am staring at the trees in front of the window of my first home. It is snowing outside. I look outside the balcony and find myself on the street. I walk down the street, which I perceive as if I am lucid. Basically, I feel awake, I know I am watching this, and I am not really there, so I continue the tour of the neighbourhood. I look around as much as possible, and I go back in front of my old place. I have the desire to explore people’s apartments around so I look for an apartment to go to. I think I might explore my old place, but decide against it. I clearly see the whole building and the apartments of neighbours, I ponder whether I should visit my neighbours’s place, but the old woman that lived there died a few years ago irl, so I am afraid I might encounter her inside. I continue looking around. It is an early morning and people are still sleeping, few lights are on. I decide I want to go to a place where the lights are on and find a suitable apartment. I open a window to see if I can go inside. Everything is really solid, and I must enter with my entire body, I realize I cannot squeeze in, or imagine myself there. I wonder how to get in, but I start to feel my bladder getting really full and I cannot concentrate anymore, so I just wake up.

Lucid or not lucid? I decide to classify this as a non-lucid, because I lack the official initial realization of aha, I am dreaming. However, my behaviour is exactly what I would do if I were lucid, explore around and try to hold the dream. Another notable feature of this dream is that it was free of any DCs, what I really like in some LDs.

Woke up after the dream rather happy, re-lived the whole thing two times, no notes this time. Had some trouble falling asleep , but was too lazy to try to WILD.

Dream3: I am in the suburbs, noticing the houses and remembering how the DCs there had some trouble there some dream time ago. Suddenly, there is a loud noise, energy, burning sensation as something passes by and explodes in the sky. I decide it is a meteorite. I have mild burns/scars on my body. I go to a house and find a politician there. I tell him about the meteorite and look at my hands (!that was close), purple scars are still there. It’s nothing too serious or unpleasant looking though. At this point the politician turns into Santa, he even has a beard! There is elation in the air and I throw fake snow above our heads which I really enjoy doing. He even gives me a present, a tea set, which has some flowers instead of tea to be drank. I happily play with it.

Dream4: Almost like a continuation from dream3, as I am sitting, exploring the tea set, the scene around me changes. We are waiting to select a menu. There are some snobbish older women around and my mom as well as this happens. So, there is some kind of event tomorrow, and every guest can pre-select what exquisite meal he/she likes, and I am waiting my turn to do so. Before I do that the older women also select spa procedures, going for a special moisture mask. I don’t want to do it, so my mom starts giving me advice, selecting for me. This annoys me and I behave in a way that is inappropriate in front of these high individuals (I was just being annoyed and rude, nothing much really). This disappoints my father who then enters one of his special disapproval moods. We go back home (unknown one) with my parents where the story continues.

Dream5: As I am thinking how to prepare for the event, I would bring my own shampoo, do my hair, and not use the spa offered to the other special guests, a friend of mine appears in the house. I decide to tell him some secrets about dreaming? or meditation, which I don’t recall at all, and tell him not to tell my bf I told him this.

Dream6: Still in the house, I face my mom and tell her I don’t like her selecting things for me, there is tension in the air. I want to call my bf to complain. As I am calling, I find myself on the streets of some western looking city. As I talk on the phone a famous artist passes by. I can’t believe it, it’s “A”. The name of the artist is “A”, which people around her repeat like “eah”. This is really funny, they sing it, introducing her. I take my camera and take pics of her. I then call my bf and tell him that I saw her, watching the video record. A second of doubt there, a famous person, maybe a dream, but that can’t be there really is an artist “A” [Oh, come on!]

Dream7 [snooze]: I watch something like age of empires/civilization game, my people being the blue ones, and the opponent is red. Time moves really fast and I see how my guys and buildings become fewer. As I look around, I see that the opponent has the whole map, and has entered modern era, there is no chance for me to win. [Boring stuff, I know]. What really happens is that I zoom out and the modern era is really a real world street and there are some military trucks, and just trucks. I am sure the enemy notices me and that is the end, so I just tease him to act and push those trucks on me and get it over with. He finally does so, and to my content, I feel the heavy pressure of trucks on top of me, and wake up.

Final notes: When I was younger, I had the impression that a lot of my dreams would just flow one after the other, with some weak connection in the storyline (like above). Nowadays, my dreams are usually separate scenarios. Perhaps my desire to remember each after shortly awakening resulted in DEI N LD?

I usually don't remember much about my dreams. However sometimes I will have dreamtime experiences that follow me into waking time - one a few years ago where I was in the woods watching a fire ceremony of sorts with this wild music, and as I woke up I could still hear the music. Another one I had what can only be described as electricity coursing through me and I was paralyzed but fully awake while trying to fall back to sleep. In that one I also had the face of a man/lion present itself and move to the crazy beating of my heart. That one I was totally awake for. This morning I reached a point in a dream where I sat down on the floor against a wall in a white room and gave some sort of permission for some sort of energy to merge with mine. I could feel the pressure from it - it was immense - and I remember thinking "I can still breathe so it is still OK". Then it became so intense I woke up from it and still felt it in what I believe was a totally conscious state. I didn't try to move until it left. I could feel it leave - Pressure left my torso first, and the feeling was similar to having a limb fall asleep in my lower legs, ankles and feet. It left more slowly there. Has anyone else had this happen? In my dream I allowed it, I welcomed it, I didn't fear it. But I have no idea why or what it was.

Before starting this dream I want to say that I am really in love with my wife, and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. This is actually relevant to my dream, so don't think I am being crazy sappy. I love her personality more than any other person I have met, so that is why this dream is soooo weird.

Day 1:
starting off, I am going on some sort of strange vacation. Don't know how long I will be gone, but I don't have any lodgings at first because the "credit company that is paying for this" hadn't given us a room yet. I am with a few other guys and one girl. We were in a huge mall and just kind of wondering around the first day. No where to stay because the "credit company" had kind of forgotten about us. They had a booth at the mall that I will return to later. The first day we all split up and tried to find a place to stay. Don't remember finding any though. I think I just stayed at the mall.

Day 2:
We met up and all walked around the mall together. The one girl in the group looks exactly like my wife and acts exactly like her as well. Very strange thing to meet. We talked for a long amount of time and I could tell she could like me (easy to tell since she acts just like my wife). She was interested a lot in the fact that she was exactly like my wife, and about my life. Talked with her pretty much all of the day. Went around to the credit place as well and went to a few places around town for lunch and dinner. Normal places to eat.

Day 3-6:
Pretty much like Day 2 :/ Not much difference except the getting to know the girl and talking with the other people more. Pretty much living at the huge mall there and actually having a great time even though we were homeless. Just paying for food isn't that bad.

Day 7:
Got a place to stay! The credit people finally found a place for all of us to stay. The only problem is (if you watch any anime or read manga you know where this is going ) there is only two rooms and she. 1 bed in one room, 2 in the other, 6 people, one girl. The other guys were a bit creepy, actually a few of them were people I used to know, and 2 of them are just creepy friends I know. haha. Anyways, you know what it is like when meeting someone that you just "click" with, hanging out, talking all the time, staying up late at night talking.

Day 8-12:
Hanging with the people for a long time, every day. Meeting new people at the mall and the "credit place" was taking care of all the meals while we were in town since we were basically on the street the first week. They had a bunch of weird games at the specific place that they let us play for free. Here is the best one:
Laser Tag Hunting
Hunting different animals in the mall with laser tag. There is parts that are like "the wild", but the best version is the one that you just go through the mall. Started noticing all the different fake animals flying around with targets on them. Don't know exactly how they got the birds to fly, but I played this game most days and multiple times a day.

The rest of them were a collection of games from carnivals and Zelda games (You know the ones!)


Some fun times! Pretty much each day was close to the same, so they blur together, and you probably know how hard it is to recall specific conversations from a dream.

Day 13:
Hanging out with some random guy that came to the mall. He was telling me about something at the mall he loved doing. He took me across the mall. We were running (normal for me to run from one place to another). I was on the second floor and watched as a lady that looked like Meredith from the office run as well. She must have hit a slick spot because she slid and landed flat on her face. I started laughing a ton.


We started going to the credit place. I told him that I had been there quite a few times and then we went to dinner with my group and told him our story.

Night of the 13th:
Gotta remember a few things here. Looks like my wife, acts like my wife, been sleeping in the same bed for a week, not been sleeping with my wife in two weeks.

After a long day of hanging at the most awesome mall in the world I get to my room. She is laying in the bed under the covers. I get in bed with the light still on and she starts talking to me.
"It is really weird that your wife looks exactly like me." She says.
"Yeah... Well accept she is pregnant with my daughter." I say.
"Then this makes me feel a little bad about this, but I can't really help it." She flips the covers off and everything goes black. The light illuminates her standing on the bed somehow. She is wearing a blue maid outfit.

^^That color blue. She is staring at me with those "Come hither" eyes. She is ridiculously beautiful and I am really worried that I can't stop myself. I am thinking of what to say and hope she doesn't jump me, because I can stop myself from attacking her. If she jumps on me... I know I can't stop her. As I am contemplating I notice that her face starts changing and getting more and more make up on until she doesn't look like my wife at all. Then I kind of blanked out. Nothing happened though. :/

Day 14
I woke up the next day and I took the train to the mall. I was running to get some breakfast with my friend K and then I saw the gal that looked like meredith run and fall on her face again. This time I couldn't help myself I fell on the ground laughing. I couldn't even breathe. I am sorry, watching people wipe out in person is just one of the best things to see. I went to the credit place to check out and head home. Wake up.

Notes about the dream:
Same mall as a couple other dreams have been in in my past. A few non lucids and 2 lucids. I have only been there at night before. All really memorable dreams. Crazy crazy dreams. There is a movie theater that only runs at night and there are about a million small businesses and a lot of them are crazy and the building would shift sideways and you would fall on the wall. You really can't go to the mall unless you are actually young and in good shape or you can get injured by the constant running and the weird stores. I plan on going there in some lucids. Being in there for 2 weeks was amazing.

It's been a while since I could remember a dream, though luckily, I find myself taking in more than usual about the images I find during my slumber as of last night.

Part I: Career Day

I found myself at my High School. The hallways were all rather accurate to how they were realistically, if not slathered with posters, pictures and decorations of a lot of different things, most of them famous men, women and children who all specialized in specific positions.

I walked with two of my friends--one an Asian kid named Eric, always had this huge mole under his chin, and my friend Gabriel, a boy with fair, wavy hair and a cherub-like face. We walked in this hallway, somewhat crowded but not too packed at the same time. I assumed it was some sort of career day of sorts, and so I looked for something that piqued my interest.

Along the way, I saw a poster of lead guitarist and singer of the 90's band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. The picture was of him, singing and playing guitar in black and white. I touched this poster, and then I looked to my left. Kurt Cobain was coming at me with a butcher's knife, something out of a campy horror movie. I didn't attempt to run, perhaps too perplexed by the fact that Kurt Cobain somehow rose from the dead. He pounced me onto the ground, grabbing the handle of his knife with both hands and raising it in the air. I kept shouting "No!" over and over again, but he then pushed his knife right into my chest. What's odd about this is that I did feel a bit of pain as the blade stuck into my chest.

Things went black, but as suddenly as that happened, I was back in the hallway. I was now with my brother, looking much like himself, strangely. People were leaving and we were getting our backpacks from a pile in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand why, but my brother had apparently put some very important items for a project in my backpack, though I was unable to find my backpack.

They said it might be in another room, and if it wasn't, it was stolen. We checked that room -- no dice.

I was lead to believe that my backpack was stolen. That was when I woke up briefly.

Part II: The Chaser

Not long after, I fell asleep again, the dream following connecting itself to the last dream I had.

I was now hell-bent on finding my backpack, though I only acted on it when my mother was driving me home from school, parked at a gas station on an early summer morning. I then found myself becoming a badass biker dude going along a California coastline; palm trees and the blue skies and oceans passing by me like a big blur. There were a few cars and bikers that passed by me. Though I knew they were enemies, they didn't really do anything to actually threaten me, nor did I do them.

I followed these "enemies" until I reached a beach, where we stopped. I told their boss, a man dressed in a cliche leather jacket with a short-cut Elvis hairdo something rather intimidating; intimidating enough to make him give me my backpack back. My brother was suddenly with us, and there he retrieved a medium sphere that looked like the shape of a planet. He smiled and looked at me, making some cheesy joke about how I was lucky to have gotten this thing back, or else. Then we laughed and the dream ended.

Notes:

That pain that I felt when Kurt Cobain stabbed me was rather significant.
I've rarely gone that fast as I did on the motorcycle in a dream before.

Interpretation:

Gee, I really don't know what to think of a dream where I get killed by one of my favorite musicians and chase a man on a motorcycle to get my backpack back. Perhaps, leisure is killing me and I focus too hard on school.