memorable

This is a fragment from a longer dream. It started in a school, but I can't remember what was happening.

A large group of people are in a field. A woman is talking and separating the people into teams of two. As she comes to me there are no more people to pair with so she pairs me with her, the woman is blurred and I can not make out who she is. As she picks me she turns and blocks begin to rise from the ground and swirl into a pyramid. The blocks remind me a lot of the Desmond missions from AC: Brotherhood which makes me feel like I am in the animus. She begins to run and tells everyone else to keep up. As we follow the pyramid gets higher and higher as blocks begin to move. We are now on a obstacle course in the sky that reminds me to much like a game of Jenga I dont want to lose. Following close behind the woman she runs towards a ledge before jumping, not being able to stop I follow and jump of the pyramid, thinking this is it I close my eyes. Instead of waking though I am on another block. The entire group is floating around the Pyramid as the woman who I now can only assume is the craziest teacher I have ever seen jumps back to the pyramid. She tells me to follow suit and to keep going to the top, but my fear of heights kicks in and I am frozen. Well, until a helicopter comes out of nowhere and starts flying around. I get scared that the gust of wind from the chopper is going to knock me off. I see a girl floating above the platform, I jump and grab hold of her, but I guess the shock of me grabbing her was to much and we fall to the ground. I brace myself for impact but land on a giant white pillow. Looking up I see other members of the group looking up towards the pyramid there are a number of military choppers in the field now and the rest of the group is still climbing, I wake up.

First dream I recalled in quite sometime, I happy with it, just wish it would have been the TOTM I have been trying to accomplish.

Last night i finaly managed to get my 4th lucid dream after long break!

I used to do reality checks everyday and got no results, but this night somehow i was thinking that something is wrong about my surroundings... So i just thought "Wait a minute!" and yes i just got lucidity, i got exited as usually

So what i decided to do first was to reality check. I knew i was dreaming so why would i do RC?!

Cause i never did RC in a dream so i never knew how i would look like

So i tryed to push my thinger through my palm... And i was always thinking it would go through just like in to the hole or something. But in my surprise it was streching my hand like it was a gum, like sticky thing and is very flexible

So ye, was kinda nice doing RC in dream (FINALY IN DREAM NOT RL )

But after spending some time doing RC in dream, i got scared thought about some scary things, like someone was catching me and i was running...

I knew that nothing wrong can happen to me, since i had previous expieriance with scary lucid, so i could simple close my ice in dream and scream to wake up, but i didn't, i wanted to spend some more time in dream, but ye, i woke up.

But i am still glad that i had my 4th lucid dream.

I don't know if any of you have that strange feeling, like i am in dream and i am lucid, and i scream or yell something loudly and i think that my girlfriend can here me in RL, like i was talking while i am asleep, but this time i knew i was sleeping and i was contacting my girlfirend

08.01.2013

Boxes With No Content and GIVE ME BACK MY ZUNE HD!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with a group of guys who do all sorts of box related stuff, whether it's dressing themselves as boxes or doing box pranks.

The first thing that comes up with these guys is that one of them had their mother killed by a dog, which I really do believe. So when they're showing evidence, I see things in spectator mode, like a movie clip being played.

Things start out with sticks being placed, and I feel like I'm wacking the sticks with another stick. I don't know how I'm in this movie clip, and certainly do not hope that I'm the killer.

Turns out it's a prank, and I see one of the members of the box people dressed up like a Boxed version of the Katamari Prince.

Then I follow him for unknown reasons, and we're at this plane garage of some sort, and the other members are sitting down on vanilla metal fold-able chairs conducting a plan to prank a specific group of people.

So what they were going to do was get some rectangular shaped Styrofoam and put them in white boxes. Then they would put in some bogus instruction manual to things look legit right on top section inside the box so they would see it immediately when opening in.

I'm sitting down watching them do their thing, and they're done within a few seconds. They have a whole collection of rectangular boxes stacked on top of each other set up in rows and columns. For its height, it was about as high as my head sitting down (I'm 5'1'' or something like that).

I could see some boxes were cut off or something, and I was wonder how they're going to pull this off. I assumed these bad boxes were only facing me, and they were just using them as fillers to make the whole set look legit.

So then a random person comes in and picks up a box almost near to the end of one of the half opened boxes that looked like they were sawed off. Luckily he picked up one of their good ones, but for some reason, He actually has the competence to realize this box is extremely light.

So he opens the new one, looks at the instructional manual on top, and he looks convinced. BUT NO, he then takes something that's ACTUALLY in there, which is what he should've wanted, took it out, and asked one of the guys on whose item this belongs too.

I thought he was just stupid and should've went with a box with something in it at least. As I'm passively watching the back of him, I noticed he's holding a plastic bag with something in it. And one of the guys responds,

"Oh, that's his Zune HD."

And he's pointing at me.


So I start spasming and I go into the mode of,

"GIVE ME BACK MY ZUNE HD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So I quickly try to hold on to it, but this guy who's at least 6'4'' tall holds on to the other end pretty well. I tried to get control, but the dream immediately fades away, and I wake up with my eyes closed, realizing I could DEILD. But then I started talking to my Tulpa for good 45 seconds or so until the alarm rings.

Ugh...mornings...

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08.01.2013

Staged Bungee Jumping??? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember some guys dressed in White Robes and Desert hats are trying to simulate some event where some evil group of people made someone bungee jump near high traffic. They wouldn't send them right into the traffic, but they would make them 10 feet above it though.

It was kind of scary, and I'm watching things in spectator mode being worried if these people can actually hold their victims properly. No one was killed, at least to my recall, and then the staged version of it happens where the guy seems to be preparing for Circus Acrobatics.

This was all in an environment that represented some parts of New York. The people, both the staged and the actual evil people were all on a bridge that was maybe 20 feet above traffic. This same bridge was connected to the apartment complexes or random buildings on opposite sides.

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08.01.2013

Use GMail to send out Package Orders? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a school hallway that resembles a High School's in waking life.

There's the milky caramel colored tiled flooring along with this white glass covering on top that has the run blasting its light all over it, and the place looks pretty peaceful and quiet.

This is kind weird since this section of the hallway would have a cafeteria to the left, and I thought there would be a lot of chattering since it felt like Lunch Time.

People started to come to the hallway more, and there was a plan where me and a few group of people would eventually use Gmail to send out food packages or something.

I came up with the idea of using the Gmail, so yay me!

Then there's random manifestation of food on tables everywhere when someone said there will be tables.

After 10 seconds or so, the hallway that's about a quarter mile long has a lot of food lined up on the right side (looking at this screen). I feel hungry and decided to help myself on some food.

I think there were restrictions, especially on the desert where I hear two old people saying that they'll be using their eyes very well to see who picked out more than two items for each plate.

There were a lot of plates if I was thinking clearly at the time, but I started to become paranoid by picking only 1 food item from every other 3 or even 5 plates.

Then I noticed people are just taking food like that without a care in the world, so I jump into the bandwagon and did the same. I picked out random stuff like Chowmein, Cheesecake, and other stuff I can't even place a name on; I just know they looked and probably tasted REALLY good..

Then the dream shifts where I find myself thinking that the tardy bell, or the warning bell before that bell was going to ring. But for a few seconds before knowing that, I remember going into the wrong sub-hallway to my left, but not knowing it's the wrong area as yet.

I see a many come inside the glass doors with metal bars to push in to open, and he looks really familiar. After 1-2 seconds, I easily picked up on who it's a counterpart of, which is a guy named Carly or something. He's wearing a gray shirt, faded blue jeans, and can't remember the shoe color.

He's basically a pretty decent copy of the waking life version, and he waves at me and I do the same. Then he looks at me weird, and I don't even know why. Then I realize this isn't where my Chemistry room is!!!

I don't know, I just had a random surge of thought come out and presumed I had to go to Chemistry class in High School. I realized I'm wearing a white dress shirt tucked underneath black dress pants and fancy black lace less shoes, and also a red tie as well.

I prepared myself to dash, but I'm having a difficult time running of course. I feel like I'm running on a treadmill at times, but I am able to move forward a bit.

It gets tiring for a while since I can feel my feel and the shoe front bending a bit (I think the shoe was a little big for me). My main objective from that point was to get to the other side that had red stuff.

I finally get control of my ability to run, and halfway in the hallway, I see some random guy to my right who's wearing a light gray shirt and regular blue jeans and is close to being obese looking at a Widescreen television placed to the left on top of the sides of the higher floor.

I stop and wondered why this guy is so phased out watching it, and I look at it myself. I think it was random commercials or someone giving a message. It felt like instructions on doing something, but I forgot what it was.

So I spend the rest of the dream trying to reach the other side, and I don't know if I actually reach there before the dream fades away.

There's a few more dreams I recalled, but I'm too lazy as hell to type them down, and I'm hungry too...

07.01.2013

Avoiding Saddler and Escaping To the Ocean (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First of all, this was quite a scary dream because I was trapped in a room for a while, and it took some creativity and a lucky distraction to get away from Saddler, the main villain in Resident Evil 4.

There are maybe 2-3 resets in this dream, and there were other dreams mixed into them I believe. The first thing I can remember is simply being inside of a tool shed made of gray bricks and a decent rooftop.

I go inside, thinking Saddler wouldn't find me there, but I left the door open, and he slowly prepares himself to come in. He takes a peek to see if I'm there, and I'm pretty sure he knows I'm there. For this part of the dream before the reset, it was because I was afraid of what he would do to me that made me shift into another dream.

Before the dream goes into a reset at that same event, I'm in a first person player dream where I'm holding a gun and I'm running around randomly. I'm listening to someone showing another person how to prepare their gun.

He screams out,

"Lift your Arm!"

"Hold!"

"Shoot"

The person practicing this was doing the same procedure stated to him, and I was confused on what he meant by "Hold," so I looked at the person and saw they cocked their gun and I did the same.

I noticed when I was doing this, I get a more detailed version of the gun, and I see #1 and #2 near the holding base of the gun. I decided to press number 2 since 1 was already pressed.

I hold my arm up, cocked the gun, but I didn't want to shoot. I just repeated the process until I realized I had a different gun. Now I'm shifted back to that same dream I mentioned of me trying to escape Saddler.

This time, the dream shift skips whatever I did to get out of the dead-end situation I set myself up for with Saddler. The area around me was an island and the borders for this section of the island had light gray bricks that pretty vivid for something that would just be a filler in a dream like this.

The surface I'm standing on is a trailing path of pure brown dirt with green grass left and right. There's randomly generated trees spaced out maybe 10 feet from each other, but if I remember correctly, there were maybe 2-5 trees overall on this section of the island. The sky above is blue and has little clouds, and it feels likes a tropical environment.

It feels kind of awkward to have this nice little paradise of an island with evil lurking within in. So I aimed my weapon that's now a grappling gun to the roof of castle-like structure 20 feet away from me.

I think I'm going to miss, but the grapple just extends a bit further probably to ensure that I get a hold on to something at least. So I shifted my gun downwards a bit and now the grapple is in place. I thought I had to manually climb up, but apparently the grappling gun does an automatic pull for me...sweet!

So I immediately take a right and head for the sandy beach and find that the water stretching god knows how long. The water is a turquoise type of color that's a bit more on the green side, like pastel green, except a little darker and a bit more yellow to give it a limey kind of color.

There's a submarine with its top exposed, and I realize I'm riding a balloon like mini submarine. Things are going fairly well for me, and my worries of the balloon like structure popping from sharp objects is eliminated, which allows me to speed up to follow the older man who I believe helped me escape from Saddler.

I wanted to go into the submarine since the old man was apparently going for it, but he moved forward instead, and I clearly shifted my vehicle to the right. I'm keeping a pretty steady pace, maybe 30 feet away from him, but now I'm shifted to the right, and I think I plan to go on my own into a even DEEPER ocean that's right UNDER this one.

That's all I remember for that one.

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07.01.2013

Bacteriophages Infecting The House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and basically, there are brown bacteriophages that are about as small as my pinky, maybe smaller than that, infecting this random house I'm in.

I'm trying my best to avoid them because someone told me that they can cause your memory to degree. They weren't really affecting me, or at least I didn't feel as if they were after me, but I started to get paranoid because they grew by the number at random places in the house.

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07.01.2013

Running Away from White Tiger With Black Stripes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's this female that I'm close to in this very cold area completely saturated with snow.

There's not much I can remember from this, but I do remember saying something to her, and then I was trying to run away from her.

She transforms into a white tiger with black stripes, and while I'm trying my best to get the hell away from her, I think I'm saying some cruel things at her along with someone else running away from her.

The other person does most of the insulting, and I realized that these insults I'm giving to her are petty and just completely disrespectful. I'm pretty sure she was someone good to talk with, but I don't know that triggered this negativity.

She comes at me fast in her tiger mode, and I'm now in this weird position where I'm controlling my dream body to run away from her, but I also have vision to see what's behind me.

She's just coming at me with all her might, and I'm barely able to keep up a faster pace than her.

I noticed the glacier and icy areas I'm passively acknowledging as I'm going maybe 60 mph or even 70 mph, possibly in an animal transformation of my own, are starting to crack.

But we're going so fast, it doesn't even matter.

I can't remember much after that.

Then there's this other dream I had where my father reads my text messages and what's on my computer, and I don't want him to know I have a girlfriend. He seems to be a bit passive, but I still quickly take back my phone and laptop away from him.

Non-Lucid: I was not me. I came pre-loaded with knowledge that I was an older, mid-thirties brunette woman though my name was never brought up in conversation, and so I never found it out. I was knocking on the door to a dingy apartment. I also knew that this apartment belonged to a man named Michael and that Michael had requested I evaluate him and judge whether or not he should be allowed to kill himself.

The man that opened the door had the same face as a boy I, my actual self, had known from my high-school Spanish class. though, that did not seem to faze me in the dream. He looked sad, defeated. So much so that it almost seemed to radiate from him, when I crossed the threshold to the other side of the room, I felt less affected by his gloom, but if he walked close to me, I felt depressed, myself.
"So... what now?" He said, closing the door, "Do you interview me?"
"no," I said, "you just go about your day, I'm only here to observe."

Time Lapse.

Arrive at a cafe of some kind. I'm following Michael. He ushers me ahead of him, when I try to refuse he abrasively insists. I move ahead and order only to discover I have no money. "oh for fuck's sake" Michael sighs. He pays for my food and we sit down to eat.
"So, worst date you've ever been on?" he says
"Close." I say.

My memory gets fuzzy here. But I can generally remember that upon learning more about Michael, I begin to see that, though he is sad and depressed, he is creative. And, though he is socially awkward, he genuinely cares about the good of others.
However, at the final vote, I am outnumbered and Michael is sentenced to state-assisted suicide.

I don't classify this as a nightmare, (though I felt so strongly about this dream that I woke up to tears) because even at the end, Michael was sure in his decision to die. He no longer wanted to live, and he left his world smiling.

2013-1-08 Tuesday morning- Non lucid

The Dream started out escaping from some event. (hard to remember)
I reached a bunker with a few other people. About 6 or so.

It was by the sea. Blue skies and blue waters.
The concrete bunker didn't stand out all that much on the sandstone walkway as it was going into the floor.
It was smooth and had no sharp edges. It looked very similar to Fallout 2 vault city buildings.
There was a three block high sandstone wall that stood about waist high.

*Time started skipping. I got the feeling and knowledge but not the experience*
*About a week passed*
An argument happened between an older man (about 50) who was somewhat close to me and a small group of people. They left.

Now there was me, the older man, and another man in a blue shirt.

*more time passed without me*

People came and went bringing items with them and leaving them with us. Various shaped stones and rocks.
One was a mighty, deep red, smooth, scoop like shape. Similar to obsidian when it fractures.
It had a "blade" that eased off into a flat, thick "handle". It kinda looked like a shovel head though...

*A lot more time passed without me*

We headed up the coast with some people, keeping the water to the right.
We followed the waters edge into a small bay and found a partially buried house. Not so much buried but carved into
The travel was almost instant.

I walked into the building. The walls were of a dark wood. There was an exit in the back behind a glass display rack.
The stones were placed into the rack. Stairs led downward into (some place safe).

Some people arrived and they "signed in" each writing a curse word on the wall or table next to the exit.
One young man came in, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, black hair.
He looked like the new Devil may cry Protagonist but with a different face.
*despite me never playing any of the games *
We (the older man and I) explained the house was not open until he signed. He began to sign the wall.
He wrote lightning next to the word fuck. We both stared at him.

>"What?" He asked.
"Lightning? Really?" I asked
>"Yeah"
"That's not a swear word..."
>"It has fuck in front of it."
*We both laughed at him
-"Just write fuck you or something" the older man suggested.
"Then he would be Donte"
*we both laughed again

*we made more fun of him with jokes and memes from 4chan /v/ relating to DMC and Donte*

"Donte" then signed something and entered, visibly frustrated with us.
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I think that many years passed in the world, though they were absent of my awareness. I just got the feeling that it "happened"

The house changed, there were windows now, large double doors leading into the house.
A library filled the entrance room walls, they looked similar to MineCraft shelves, the same colours anyway.
It was now a school of some kind, some form of magic. I was still the guard of the entrance and display rack.

There was a large building network on the opposite side of the cliff/ bay.

I went outside/or looked through a window, and saw a fairly good looking woman.
Early 20's, blonde? hair, black leather or glossy fabric of some kind, it griped her body well.

All she said was "Hello?" and "would come to the dance with me?"
When I responded with yes she just said "great!" and left.

I returned to the "lobby" and admired the opposite house through a window.
It was an asian style, 3 or more story house. With the stereotypical curved roof. See: Generic Asian pagoda but massive at the base.

I saw another woman outside, gazing towards our building, so I went outside.

I stretched at the front door and she called out to me with a simple, elongated "hey?" in that slightly seductive manor.

She had black, flowing hair, and sported the same black pants and shirt as the first woman.
Her face was quite attractive, she had a small-but-not-petite frame and was pretty damn fit.
She gave of the feeling of a red belly black snake, or black mamba.
Beautiful, seductive, alluring but incredibly dangerous and will gladly kill you if it feels like it.

I responded to her with the elongated "He-llo" returning the obvious attraction between us.

She asked who I was and I told her it. I don't recall the name right now.
She gave hers and I don't remember it either.

*missing scene including a small section of conversation*

A blonde woman emerged from the second floor onto the balcony and she asked me to join her at the dance.
She was wearing a black boob-tube and the same black, shiny pants.
Another woman, maybe the same one, came out and joined the conversation. But she wore a black t-shirt.

The black haired woman asked me what I was interested in. I paused, thought about it had and told her yoga.
She told me that she tried "that shit" and got the "whole hand thing working"
She waved her hand around as if something was stuck to the under side of it.
She said "I ran to my mum and showed her, I got it to repeat and she told me to cut a line in the top and..." *missing scene*
Then an image of a pair of scissors cutting a line in a pink lid, similar to a drink from a fast food place, popped into my head.
The image then showed me a hole being stuck in the bottom of the cup.

"so yeah..."

She asked me if I wanted to join her at the dance.
I answered yes but asked why everyone was asking me that.

And OLD AS HELL man, most likely an elder or scholar came out of my building.
It felt like he was going to tell me off but then the dream ended.


I should add that there was a strong presence of "dark magic" emanating from the women. Or "bad vibes" or "something sinister yet attractive"

I wanted to join them But couldn't yet because of the gap between us. Ie the bay+cliffs of sand stone.

This was my most vivid dream so far. Sights, textures, emotions, memories and feelings were all so real...but not "so real it's fake-real"

Now that I am 20 I think it's time to try lucid dreaming again, last time I tried I must've been 16 years old..
I only successfully accomplished a LD once, If I remember correctly I wasn't really trying to do it, it just came about itself.
I was in what seemed like an Indian bazaar I think I may have been able to fly, or at least levitate a small amount. Suddenly I realized that I was in a dream and as I walked towards the bathroom my lucidity started slipping away from me. At this time I didn't know of any techniques to help me regain control of my dream..

Even though that was several years ago I still remember vividly!

Tonight is going to be the first time I attempt to have another lucid dream in several years. I know I've done it at least once in the past so I'm sure I can do it again especially since I will be consciously trying this time.

I have been reminding myself that I am not dreaming throughout the day, testing myself by looking at clocks, looking at my hands and my arms, and making sure that I can't push the tips of my fingers through the palm of my hand.

I have always found it easy to reenter a dream after suddenly waking up And usually I can continue where I left off.

Keeping my fingers crossed for tonight as it is already 12:30 in the morning!

I had a rather long dream last night (Or three dreams that connected) . Sadly it is 4:30pm and this is the first chance i got to write it, so my memory of the dream has faded quite a bit, but i will still try and write as much as i remember.

My dream started out in a car with my family. It was rather packed so I got a feeling we were going on vacation. My grandmother was driving with my grandpa up front and me in the back. I think my brother and younger sister was there but if they were they played no major role in my dream and thus i can't remember if they were there.

We started going up on a over pass. There was a lot of cars so we were going really slow. Soon we weren't moving at all due to traffic. We stopped right before going on a bridge. There was a large man-made river under the bridge and a sloping green hill on our side running along the river, There was a huge crowd of people walking along the river. Some were stopped having lunch or resting. They all seemed to be going somewhere. They didn't seem to be exactly together...as in they weren't all hippies or something although a few happened to be hippies but there were just normal people, hipsters, jocks, nerds, people dressed for work. They all looked like random people that just decided to walk along the river together.

My grandma suddenly wanted to go out and see where they were headed. My grandpa said she should and told me to go with her. Me and my grandma go out and went down to the river. She walked off to go ask someone. I stood around watching everyone. I noticed a small boy off by himself. I can't remember exactly why I noticed him, it might of been simply because he was alone or he might of been crying or something but any way, i went up to the kid and asked him if he was ok. He said he was lost and didn't know where his parents went. I couldn't just leave home alone so i told him i would help look for his parents.

The kid looked about the age of six. He had blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was wearing a t-shit and jeans. I can see him in my head quite clearly. Image the sweetest little kid ever and that's him. I don't remember what his name was though. Through out my dream I simply called him Kid and refereed to him as The Kid.

My grandma returned and asked who the kid was and I told her he was lost. We decided to follow the people to where every they were headed (My grandma never did tell me ) and try and find his Parents there.

I remember we walked for some time and came to a park were a fair was taking place. we entered the fair to take a break from walking and look around. there was a particular ride that the kid decided he had to go on. He had to have someone ride with him so i went with him. The ride was really weird. You got in this box and sat down. It sat two. Then it shot you upward. The box than free fell until this cable caught it and you swung down. It was fun but scary.

(Also...a weird fact...when i was in the air i could see another park across from this one and it was a water park from a dream i had a while back. I sometimes get references to other dreams like that. One day I'm going to map out my dream world because all my dreams seem to take place in the same universe. )

After the ride we walked around the park awhile. I had no idea where my grandma went. That when these three people showed up. They were dressed weird. There was a lady with a sword who seemed to be the leader. I remember her most. She was wearing a black and red dress with goth style makeup and short black hair. They demanded I handed the kid over to them. The kid said they were there to hurt and so i refused. They threatened me with the sword so i picked up the kid and ran.

We came up to a large tunnel and ran inside. The tunnel was like a maze and soon we were lost. We walked around for sometime until we came to a opening to a large cavern. Inside was a table with to people playing cards. there was a lady sitting on a bed reading and a man on a platform of some kind. He was sitting with his legs dangling and his arms crossed. They all looked up rather surprised when me and the kid entered.

I laughed nervously and said we were lost. The kid hid nervously behind me. On of the guys playing cards put down his hand and said "Of course. No one would come here unless they were lost." the other guy smiled and said "Not exactly on the map" They laughed as if sharing a inside joke.

The guy on the platform said something like they should help us find our way. He looked rather carefree but his clothes weren't normal. He wore a suit and cape just like out of a old horror movie with vampires. He was pale and even looked like a vampire. He then hopped off the platform and did something rather unexpected. He pulled out a small decorated box. He opened it and it was full of white powder. He put some on his hand and snorted it. I knew then i didn't want to be here any longer.

He saw my disproving face and said "Bad, habit...don't do drugs" The other three laughed. I kept the kid behind me. i didn't trust these guys one bit. I said "well if one of you could tell me the way out we would be on our own." The guys playing cards said "Whats the hurry, come on, play some cards"
"No," I started "We really should go"
"One game and we will tell you the way out" He smiled and they all waited for a reply. they gave a feeling that i didn't have a choice.
"OK. one ga..." I didn't even finish and one guy pulled me forward and sat me in a chair and they started dealing. The girl on the bed motioned for the kid. He ran over and sat one the bed and she pulled out some kid story and started to read to him. I didn't like him being so far from me but i didn't have a choice.

We started playing cards (I don't know exactly what game but it was apparently fun. I lost track of time and ended up playing many games. The drug head just watched and made joke every now and then and the two other guys and me played cards for a very long time. I completely forgot all about not trusting them and they became like best friends.

Then the drug head offered me a really good looking cookie . I remember that i hadn't eaten anything in a long time and took it. I looked over at the kid and before i could ask the guy said "I don't think he would like it. " He laughed and leaned back on a wall. I looked at the cookie not knowing what he meant and against my better judgment (Real life i wouldn't have) I ate the cookie.

That when the three people that had been hunting the kid walked in. One pointed to the bed and other ran over and grabbed him. He yelled and kicked but the guy held him. I jumped yelling to put him down. The others just stared and did nothing. I ran over to the guy holding him and tried to take him but the lady with the sword stepped in front of me.

I was fully prepared to fight but a strange feeling came over me and the room swayed. I put my hands out to keep from falling. The lady looked at me confused for a second than said "The kid is our objective. If you intent to get in our way i will kill you" That's when i started laughing uncontrollably. The room was spinning and everything looking weird. The three people trying to take the kid looked at me like i had gone insane. I couldn't stop laughing.

With all my will power. I stood up and said "I'm not going to let you hurt that kid" She raised her sword but before she could swing I fell over laughing again. She looked at her comrades unsure of what to do. Everything seemed really funny for some reason. I Stood up again and turned to the guy who had given me the cookie.

"This is your fault and you know it, a little help please" He looked a bit shocked then laughed. Faster than possible he ran over and grabbed the kid from the man holding him and ran back. The lady backed up in surprise. I started to feel normal again but i still couldn't help laughing.

The guys playing cards stood up and each pulled out swords and said "I don't think this kid wants to go with you three. I think you better get out of her before someone gets hurt." Three weighed there options and decided to leave. I went over to the kid and finally stopped laughing.

The drug head dude said that he would show us a secret way out and we head to the back of the cavern.

Nothing much happened after that and i woke up. That was one of those dreams that seemed to last all night. Also drugs are bad, don't use them

01-05-2013 -- [Great dream with some nice details and connections to other dreams. Very long, but the last 'scene' is the longest and most detailed, solely because it is the one I remember best.]

This one seems to start at a Disney World-ish kind of place where I am looking for work. I am trying to get in at various jobs, but they aren't what I really want to be doing. It seems I can't try to get the job I really want, because that would have me working with Anne, and though I am over the entire thing, she isn't, and is still freaking out about it. At the same time, Agent Fornell can't get the job he wants, either, because he and Gibbs' ex-wife, Diane. Turns out she and Anne work together, and she may have been the cast member arguing with me on my cell phone in the big 'trying to be lucid and not getting there' dream at Disneyland Paris, last night.

There were bits taking place at the Buena Park Mall, trailing suspects with Gibbs and Fornell, dodging around the various mall customers. I also seem to remember tiny bits that might tie in with long-time hiking dreams, and the area from the 33 cave, but I can't remember the details.

At one point, I almost seem to be getting close to Diane (God have mercy!) while Fornell may be hitting it off with Anne. Soon, Gibbs is about to split off from us and climb into a helicopter to go undercover somewhere, and we're all kind of worried about it, He is really going to be in danger on this one. Fornell and I end up on the Haunted Mansion, where he is reacting to all the ghosts and things popping up at us, and is close to shooting audio animatronic figures. I know them all, and can ignore them, which means I can spot the real criminals who are coming for us in the ride. I manage to escape, but I think here is where they manage to kill Fornell.

Soon I have just left my elementary school, and I am a little kid being chased by bullies, instead of crooks. I am considering ducking into one of the houses that have the signs up that they are a safe-haven for bullies, but I fear that they have been infiltrated and compromised by the crooks we're trying to bring down, so I don't dare trust them. I just keep running down Crescent, heading for Hickory.

Soon I find myself in a large mansion that I've been in before in at least a couple of dreams, though I don't know if any of them were ever written down or entered on the computer. (One of them, a Runescape dream that turned live, and shifted to this location.) Perhaps not in the other dreams, but I think in this dream it is Chartwell ... at least, I think it is a house that Winston Churchill owned.

This is where Gibbs was working undercover, before he got killed. [Sorry!] I am now here undercover, trying to find what evidence he left here for us, and am dressed up as a butler. I am speaking with Diane, who is also undercover, but only as a tourist. We're in a large library that I think begins on the third floor, and has a domed ceiling going up above the fifth floor, very posh and fancy.

We're trying to figure out where Gibbs would have left any evidence or clues for us, and I find myself remembering a small, nondescript study from one of those previous dreams, hidden in the back on the ground floor where Churchill spent a lot of time, and thinking how Gibbs would have probably enjoyed using it. I'm trying to think of a method to get us in there without anyone seeing us, when one of the bad guys approaches Diane. Unfortunately, he has recognized her.

He plans to separate her from the crowd and dispose of her, and he thinks I am just the hired help, so he tries to send me away. Instead, I grab him and start to fight with him. The next bit is unclear, but I think he shoots me, and as I collapse to the ground, dead, the butler turns into Gibbs, while I am now Diane, and I break free and start running, looking for that little study.

Time passes, and soon I am myself, have visited the study, and have got the stuff Gibbs left for us, enough to put the crooks away. Now I just have to make it out alive, while knowing that my partners have been killed. Bit of a downer dream, while still very cool.

I burst out a small side door, and run for a gate, but there are crooks right behind me, and they'll set a dog on me, as well. I'm running down a steep hill to a tall gate which is probably locked, with crooks and dog behind me. The hill is so steep, and ends so close to the gate, I figure if I take a running jump, I can jump from the hill onto the top of the gate, bypassing it being locked. Unfortunately, the dog catches up to me.

I manage to grab its jaws, and am holding them shut kind of like you do with an alligator. I wrestle with it for a few seconds, then throw it to the ground by the gate, and jump. I do manage to land on the top of the gate, and quickly scramble down the other side, where I fall on my butt. I now only have two problems ... first the fence is a chain link fence with a very large mesh. A human couldn't squeeze through it, but the dog almost certainly can, and is in fact squeezing through it now. And secondly, more crooks are running through the fields (including one who looks just like Ducky, oddly enough), approaching me, so I am on the run again!

[I love NCIS, though I haven't watched all that much of it. I also haven't watched almost any of it in at least two or three years, which is why I am surprised that it seems to be the TV show that makes it into my dreams the most often. I would expect it to be Trek or Doctor Who or B5, but I think I've dreamed more of NCIS than any of them. Oddly, though, I watched a couple of episodes online last night, including one with Diane in it (don't think I have ever seen her before) and I am amazed at how quickly my dream weaved her into a story, since it usually takes my dreams about two weeks to catch up with things from real life.]

01-04-2013 -- [This one contained a bit of everything, failed dream checks, eventually becoming lucid, the switch from writing my dreams on envelopes to using a fully proper dream journal again for the first time in years (bought two weeks ago), remembering several other recent dreams in the dream ... all kinds of great things.]

Out somewhere with Dale, seems to be a shopping mall. People are gathering around in the area, and taking seats in much the same area we are. It seems some sort of show or presentation is about to take place. Some people start talking to us, but whatever we're waiting for never seems to actually happen. There is one lady here who seems to be an interpreter for the deaf, who is talking in sign language, and Dale is replying the same way. Odd.

Her pants are half-undone, and her underwear is peaking out, yet oddly she seems to be wearing sweats. This is the first point where I start wondering if this might be a dream. The thing ends, and Dale disappears. I'm wondering where he might have gone to. I walk a little bit south, and end up taking a seat on a curb, waiting for Dale to turn up again. Instead, Dave D, a childhood friend, wanders up, recognizes me, and starts a conversation.

We talk for a while, and he eventually morphs into a high school friend, Chris V. I am getting kind of hungry, and want something to snack on, so I reach into my pocket and bring out a small brown sack. It turns out this contains the jawbreakers I bought a couple of days ago in this dream. They aren't very good, have kind of part dissolved, and are rather sticky. Yuck. Won't make jawbreakers there again!

Chris is drinking a beer, and I continue to talk to him. He reaches the point of having to go to the bathroom, but for some reason he doesn't want to get up, so he just kind of hauls it out and starts peeing on the ground and himself, still chatting away like nothing is happening. As it starts to spread, I grab my backpack and put it on my shoulder to keep it, and my new dream journal, dry. After he is done, he stands up and walks away without a word. Very strange.

His pool of pee is still spreading, so I step off the curb and start to walk across the street. I pass some people carrying a bag with the Carl's Jr logo on it, and wonder if I am back in California? On the other side of the street, there is a kind of courtyard, so I take a seat on a bench that is maybe 30 or 35 feet in from the street. I am far enough back that I am afraid nobody will find me.

But just a minute or two later, Dale walks right up to me, and we start walking and talking, back to the area where the dream first started. I tell him this weird situation I just ran into with Dave ... erm ... I mean Chris. Wait a minute.... As I realize Dave turned into a Chris, I really ask myself if I am dreaming, and try to push a couple of my fingers through my palm. Nothing happens. So I guess I am not dreaming.

Dale and I are in Disneyland Paris, and I ask him where we are going now. "Don't say Fantasyland, please ... from here, that's the furthest place in the whole park!" His reply is that he thinks the furthest place in the park from here is actually Splash Mountain, which is the other direction. I don't argue with him, but I know a short-cut to Splash, which begins right about where we are. But it seems we are walking to Fantasyland.

We reach the new Orleans Square type of area (which actually doesn't exist in Disneyland Paris) and find ourselves standing outside the Phantom Manor. The line is quite long, stretching outside the queue, so we probably won't go on that. Somehow we find ourselves listening to an argument involving different cast members and guests about homosexuality, and I'm not getting involved with the conversation, but can't help but think it is not something to argue about in the middle of a theme park.

Dale has disappeared again. I glance at the line, and he isn't there. I glance in the direction we were walking, and he is nowhere in front of me. I have no idea where he has gotten to. I continue walking, hoping to find him, and pull out my cell phone to give him a call, but my cell phone keeps cutting out. Just then I get a call, but it isn't from him. It is from a performer at the Adventurers Club that was trying to warn me off her in a previous dream [might have been in this dream, though I didn't remember the warning off bit when I was typing up the dream]. We're arguing about how strong a weak a person she is, but again the call keeps breaking up, so the conversation can't really get anywhere.

By this point, I am now deep into Fantasyland, near the very end of the park. There has still been no sign of Dale, but I am trying to push both my cell phone and its charger back in my pockets, when I find the wires running from my pocket to another guy's hands. He was trying to pick my pocket and got caught. He tries to act nonchalant, but really, how caught in the act can you get?

As I continue walking, a couple of other people are trying to steal things from me, and I am starting to get worried. I remember reading about how bad the pickpockets are in some tourist areas in Europe, and moment by moment I am carrying more and more stuff, which would make me easier and easier to steal from. I think I now have a video game system in my hands, as well, or maybe a microwave. Very bulky.

I've now managed to wander right out of the theme park, into a residential street, and since there were no limiting gates or turnstiles, I am hoping it is a residential area for cast members. But whatever it is, I obviously don't belong here. I turn around and start back for the archway that I just walked through to exit the park. But there are now several punks trying to steer me off the path, and away from the gate, to somewhere they can mug me for my stuff, since pickpocketing hasn't succeeded. I push past them, and force my way back into the park.

I find myself being followed by Pluto, who it turns out was one of the 'people' trying to pickpocket me (find myself thinking of one of the Capital Steps parodies, 'You're a Pest'), but now that we're back in the park, he has to behave. I need to use the restroom by this point, so I go into one, and find they have very, very large stalls, but with very low partitions, so while in them, you can see the rest of the restroom. I remember something about people reaching under stall doors to steal stuff, so I am trying to set down all my stuff far enough away from the stall door that it is safe.

Again, I have more and more stuff with me, including my backpack, my dream journal, a towel, extra clothes, more electronics. It almost seems to be multiplying. Others are now walking in, and some of them are women. I again start to wonder if I am dreaming, since this is one of my common dream situations, but I think 'I'm in Paris. They could have some unisex bathrooms. As long as there is no nudity where I can see it, this probably isn't a dream.' Then one of the ladies takes off her top, and we've got boobs!

I notice a sound, glance down, and notice I am peeing on the floor, facing away from the toilet, watching these people. I turn around and finish my business, while thinking more and more that I am dreaming. I try pushing my fingers through my palm, and again it doesn't work. Then I remember a recent dream where I proved I was dreaming by looking at my hand, where my fingers were damaged, wrinkled, bent at weird angles, or even cut off, and I bring my hand up to my face and stare at it.

It looks perfectly normal. I continue to stare, and as I do, it seems to wrinkle and whither slightly, but not enough to prove I am dreaming. Then suddenly, my fingers and thumbs start to stretch and morph, and I am suddenly turning into Edward Scissorhands, and am terrified, wondering what I am going to do ... then I start to laugh and it registers ... yup, I know I am dreaming now! Time to have some fun! And I immediately wake up.

"It is very late night. I am standing on the 7th floor of my apartment. Nobody is there but just me. Suddenly I become self aware that i am dreaming. As usual as a beginner lucid dreamer I got excited and my dream starts shaking. I realized that I am waking up. I remembered the technique that I read to attain lucidity and to have the most vivid kind of a dream; to rub my hands and to focus on its palms. I started rubbing my hands to feel the physical presence of my body. And it worked! The dream stopped shaking and i looked up, and when i looked up the floor was so vivid that it was like the waking reality! All the details: lights, the ground, the railing and the stairs, all was pellucid. I was stunned. Obviously there was no time to lose. First I tried to perform moving objects with my hands. I focused on a ball and tried to raise it up in the air. First it didn't worked. But with more affirmation i tried again and the ball raised up in the air with the motion of my hand! Then I went near the one of the railing. Telling myself that i can fly, i jumped! This time the jump was not 'down' but i started flying! I was floating above my building and within seconds was up above, very high. I was going forward looking down at the beautiful sight. It was the sight I can never forget. But as I was floating not flying, I did this. I pushed my hand forward with my fists closed like superman and i took off at super sonic speed. Flying and looking down at the most amazing sight i had ever scene. It was something know one can understand. I then imagined that now Pakistan would end and Canada would start showing up. And it happened. The buildings started to change into very tall ones with snow everywhere. The scene got even more beautiful. I got so exited that the dream started shaking and i woke up. But i woke up in another dream! 'A DREAM WITHIN a DREAM'. In that dream i was telling everyone about this dream and also telling them about this art of Lucid Dreaming. While explaining them i said something to my family that i would never forget 'All you need to do is to ask yourself if this is a dream? So that you become aware. Do it now to ask about this world as if its real or still a dream? But of course you wouldn't believe me cause it not a dream...' And in real i was actually dreaming!"

See so it was all the will power of my concious mind that its my dream and that i can change anything.

'I guess I thought that the dream space would be all about the visual. But it's more about a feel of it. My question is what happens when you start messing with the physics of it all...?
~Ariadne, Inception'

That's it i started messing with its physics.
I filed at super sonic speed that most of the lucid dreaming find it very hard. And i did something that very few of them have the guts to do it i.e changing the DREAM-SCAPE. I can't wait to have my next lucid dream.

Whenever i remember this dream it feels like it was not a dream. That i was actually there and I had once flown in my life :p

'They say we only use a fraction of our brain's true potential. Now that's when we're awake. But when we're asleep, our mind can almost do anything.
~Cobb, Inception'

It is the day. I'm with another man I do not recognize and we are running away from some people. We are on the street and see a house in ruins and decided to hide in there. Inside the men feel that we are pursuing are getting closer and start looking for a solution. I see a hole in the ground and below me to look inside. I see that this hole will give a lower floor repair but also that the passage is too narrow for passing them to me. Nevertheless feel fear because our pursuers are closer. i get into the hole and try to pass. When I realize that I can not start to try to kick from the cement and widen the hole. I literally every kick, I hear the loud noise in my ears and also its echo. I look at the street and see one of the men we're pursuing. He has short hair and big beard to do. Has a dirty face and body, typical of a man who was in a fight. Seeing it increases my fear, feel the adrenaline to join my muscles. Do nothing now I became that man. I go to the house and look at the hole. My companions arrived now. They ask, "Where are they?" And I point to the hole. When looking to see that as there could not dig down, dug to the side until you find the ventilation and thus reached the lower floor.
I am again. Me and my friend are in a sort of hospital and there I remember the beginning and tell you that we have to be careful because this place is haunted. This was a madhouse and something happened. Many people died here and so we have to be careful not happen in the same. While you say that I am terrified but does not want to show. We started walking through the halls. I see trash on the floor, all messy. You do not see anyone here but in the middle of the hallway are some stretchers but empty. We turned to the left and entered a hallway and darker as we enter there will now repair it is full of people. Nurses, doctors, patients. As the hospital was operating normally. But moreover also notice that I am now a woman. This experience is perhaps a leap in time and is now reliving the memory of someone.
I'm talking to a nurse about patients and so the conversation just take a look around me. Repair the light coming from the windows, flowers and plants that decorate the room. I hear the noise of people talking and feel that everyone there is busy. I'll come back to me and I leave the room and go to the street. On the street against a football field equal to that my old school has. In the field are some kids playing baseball and start talking with a man who is there. He seems to be the coach and ask them to give me a lesson because I am one of the best players. Caught at bat and give some shots.
But alas I turn back and say that this is not my sport but basketball. He sends me a ball into the hands and start to dribble a bit. But something happened now I am a boy again. I'm playing but I feel that the ball is not very good and should be in the competition. I see a guy there that this also fails to play a launch and I'll try too. Before launching the ball I hear people talking that I'll fail but to hear it so I want to prove them wrong and throw the ball but to my surprise it failed. Beginning to dribble the ball to the foot of the coach and even that hard to do this. I feel that the ball does not jump well and that I have to hit too hard. I tell the coach that the ball is broken but he did not believe me. I drop the ball on the ground usually to show you because that's how you test a ball and show him that the ball is not even good.
I leave the field and go to the foot of a wall. That wall as the field is equal to my old school but here's an entry that does not exist in my real life. I notice that my dog ​​(who died a few years ago) but there is a Luna has puppies. There are some people around her will decide which puppy to take and then I get. I say they are all beautiful but I prefer the one with the blue hair. I look to the side and there he is, the dog just imagine.
Woke up.

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Shotgun

I got off of a bus. I have a man at gun-point. I step off cautiously with him in front of me, and then at the back of the bus, I see a guy with a shot-gun kneeling down.

I say to the guy I'm holding at gun-point, "Is he your protection?" The guy says, "Yea."

I see the other guy at the back, and I see him as I look underneath the bus. I back into a building with my guy in front of me and I say to the guy with the shotgun, "Come on! Let's go! Come and get me!"

In the building, I shoot the guy and run. Shooting my pistol was not vivid, but I did make the decision to pull the trigger, and he was no longer with me after that point.

I ran through the room and found another room. It was poorly lit, and had old, makeshift wood tables and not much more. They were well built, but not store bought. Here comes the guy with the shotgun.

He comes in and he shoots me on the left side of my stomach. Damn! I can feel it, but it isn't as bad as it would be if I were really shot (obviously?). I'm not bleeding, but I have some sense that I'm hit, and that that isn't good.

Shotgun guy is now doing something on the other side of the room, and he is with a buddy of his. I make it over to them and take the shotgun. It is as long as an old musket style rifle. It is very un-wieldy.

I pump it and I cock it. I pull out some wire thing from the front, but I have to hurry and shoot or the people will move and take the gun, so I just shoot. Click! It dry-fired.

I pump the gun and cock it again. The wire thing is still out. The length of the entire unit is ridiculously long. I dry-fire again.

I pump and cock again, and realize I need bullets. pull back a bolt action system to open a place for a bullet. This gun apparently requires every preparation device ever created for a gun. I find a medicine bottle with little 5 sided tablets. They were the size of a tic-tac, but with 5 sides and they were cream-colored. There were also these little discs about the same size in the bottle. I dumped some of the tablets in where I opened the bolt, and shut it again. I fired at one of the guys.

The tablets just popped out with no real consequence. Fuck! I had needed to push the wire thing in. Now I start to look for more tablets. I find a pill tube full of those pins with a little plastic thing at one end. I put it back. I'm screwed.

Nothing much happens from there except that I'm under this guys control. I keep looking for ways to get away. Eventually, I feel like asking if the guys holding me now could just call it even. I shot one guy, they shot me, and now we aren't doing anything to each other. Let's just go our separate ways and leave each other alone.

I woke up then.

04.01.2013

Mugged (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was pretty intense and vivid, and I woke up with a racing heartbeat. Exciting though.


I'm on a bus with my bags and bedding on the seat next to me. The bus is about a quarter full.

A man that I feel I've seen before [in a previous dream, perhaps?] gets on and tries to sit next to me, despite the countless empty seats elsewhere. He's large, dirty and wears a wedding ring on a purple, frost-bite-looking finger.

I resist, pushing my bags against him, as I suspect he's up to something. I begin to think he may be intending to beg, and feel bad, thinking people might judge me for denying a poor beggar.

Within seconds, however, I see that he's managed to get my phone, iPod and wallet and is hiding them between his legs. I grab my wallet, falling over him into the aisle, shouting

"This man is trying to rob me, someone please help"

People gasp, but don't move. I drop my wallet at the feet of a man in the middle back seat, who slips it into his bag. I give him a look of thanks, knowing I can trust him to give it back to me later.

I get up on my knees and look at the mugger, contemplating fighting him. The feeling that he'd win easily suddenly washes over me, and he explains that stronger people have tried and failed, and he now seems extremely confident.

As I begin to walk away, I find my feet (metaphorically speaking) and turn round to say

"I'm not the biggest fan of the police, but I'm pretty sure that they're very good at their jobs, and pretty soon they WILL get you. And when they do, rest assured that I'll ask them to give you a right kick in the balls from me!"

and walk off the bus to the sound of everyone cheering.


For some reason I soon get back on the bus for the remainder of my journey, and head back upstairs, avoiding the mugger who now sits comfortably at the back. The rest of the passengers sit in fear.

While looking out the window, I get a tap on the shoulder. The mugger offers me my phone, and I scowl at him, trying to figure out his angle, but he tells me it's ringing.

I answer it to my mum, but it's just an answerphone message, and I think to myself I'll ring her later. I give the phone back to the mugger, who's now walking about the top floor, talking one-sidedly to the frightened passengers.

As I go down the stairs I overhear him saying it's only 2 stops until Nottingham Street [not sure if that's a real place, but I was recently in Nottingham for New Years], and I come to the assumption that that's where he's getting off. I now know where to tell the police to find him.

I wait til the bus reaches its next stop and plan to sprint towards the crowded center of town that we'd just driven through. However, when I end up getting off the bus I instead begin writing down the events, as if in a dream journal so that I won't forget, as well as drawing an amazingly detailed picture of an abstract eye.

Remembering my initial plan, I get my phone out (which is mysteriously back in my possession) and ring 999. I ask for the police, but can't hear the man on the other end, who asks a series of irrelevant questions. The line eventually breaks up.

I contemplate ringing back, but I decide it's too late [time starts to merge as I begin to wake up].

Looks like he got away with it.

The time is late in the afternoon, walking under the cold rain. My parents are walking with me. We're walking towards a toy store in front of the parking lot as I struggle making my way through the parking lot. I feel some sort of weakness. I don't know why but my feet are half paralyzed, so it's going to take a really long time to walk to the toy store.

My parents are already there. "Keep walking!", I said to them. I made my way under a parking lot light pole and stood here for a while. I'm taking a rest here. It's such a really good feeling I have here right now. No one is bothering me which makes it even better!

It seems pretty calm. I see a few cars pass me by and there's a school I see in front of me. There's someone in the crowd. She looks a lot like Trinh. She's wearing a red/white jacket and blue pants. I'm positive it's her! I'm going to walk up to her and get a better look.

It is her! It's Trinh! It's really Trinh! She looks exactly the same way she does in the waking world! I haven't had this great feeling ever since I first saw Quynh in a dream! I can't believe this non lucid helped me find out the way Trinh really looks!

I walked up to her and hugged her and gave her all the love she can get(not too far). I see her face and automatically believe this is all a dream. I will never have her in the waking world, friend or girlfriend, so I know her just standing her is all just a dream.

I'm kissing the this girl and as she kisses me back, she makes those funny lip kissing sounds. Her lips feel nice as well. Nothing about her feels strange at this moment. And even though she wasn't the first girl I fell in love with, she is still more admirable than the first, and not so much like a bitch.