memorable

So I had a short dream but it was a nightmare.

I dreamed Mom and Dad were leaving the house to take a vacation from me. Similar to the vacation they had back in 2012. So i was going to be staying in the house by myself. The parents and I were in the front hall together-mom was talking to me I think giving me instructions-but for all I know it could have been "peas and carrots" or "strawberries and rhubarb". So Mom and I stepped out on the porch- I was going to see my parents off to whether it was they're going- some place in Ontario at least since they're going to take the car. In the dream, I was dressed in my junk clothes, and I had no keys on me since I was going straight back into the house. And I guess at some point between Dad going out onto the porch and Mom and I going out on the porch - Dad went back inside the house because Dad came back outside the house and closed the door and started to lock the door. I started yelling at Dad "DON'T LOCK THE DOOR! DON'T LOCK THE DOOR!" I might have done it three times before I woke up since the bathroom was calling me. It took me an hour I think to go back to sleep from 7:35am to 8:35am.

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza as well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a small axe to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza a well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a hatchet with my left hand to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

29/8/24 Estoy en una fiesta y veo a varias personas Le pregunto a alguien por WhatsApp algo porque quería que me hiciera un trabajo y la persona me dice que no puede voy a salir de ese lugar y veo a alguien con el uniforme de porrista de las PoMPoMs , me doy cuenta de que estoy soñando y aparezco en la casa de alguien veo a 2 personas y veo mi WhatsApp, veo el chat con la persona que hablé antes y le pregunto que si puede hacer uno de 1 x 11 meses, hago que se detengan 2 personas que están cerca mío, las veo lentamente y les cambio la apariencia, veo a 2 perros por el cuarto de pilas y saco a uno, me veo las manos y pienso en cómo hacer que el sueño dure más y me acuerdo que "moviendo las manos" el sueño dura más, las muevo circularmente

Man do I miss Dreamviews... warmest greetings to everyone here, old and new! I recently had this high-level LD which featured my good friend, dreaming partner, and virtuoso LDer Dreamer and I was inspired by her recent DJ entry to post one myself!

This dream took place on August 3rd, 2024.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #3??: Johann (August 3rd, 2024)

I’m walking through a tunnel underground, and it reminds me of a dream I had earlier where I bumped into a guy, a black man, late 40s dressed in a suit. I see him up ahead and wonder whether my other dream was a premonition! I feel a rush of excitement.

But then as I’m walking toward him, someone else bumps into him, some other guy in a suit. The man apologizes and they begin conversing. I wander away, feeling a little confused. Was I supposed to be a part of that? I walk up a ramp toward a rickety old elevator, and a young guy signals me from inside. “Hey,” he says, “I think I can help you!”

I join him in the elevator. He’s a fair skinned guy of about 20 with chin length blond hair. He says his name is Johann, that he’s friends with Dreamer, and can help me figure out what’s going on. He tells me he knows that I’m confused and can help me get it sorted out.

The elevator takes us into a vast, circular stone chamber, elegantly decorated but dusty and abandoned. A spiral staircase wraps all the way around the sides of this chamber, twisting up to a shaft of light above.

I start slowly making my way up this staircase but Johann races ahead, sprinting on the wall itself at incredible speeds! I shout something like Good Lord! in disbelief. He pauses about halfway up and looks down at me. I tell him that I’d want to do that in a lucid dream and explain that I’ll be working on a lucid later on when I go to sleep. The thought of lucid dreaming prompts me to reality check, so I nose pinch and breathe right through! This seems crazy so I do it again, and now I am LUCID!

I take off after Johann, trying to wall run, and I am just ok at it, more bouncing along the side like a balloon than moving like parkour, but even amateurish lucid wall running is still lucid wall running! I then start cheating and just run straight up the wall. Johann still beats me by a mile though.

I emerge in a supermarket, and Dreamer is here! (Johann is gone.) We greet one another with a long, full hug, and afterward I tell her that this dream feels different, really stable, and that I think we have tons of time. So let’s explore the supermarket and try to figure out where we are!

At first we talk about whether it’s the supermarket from when she and AnotherDreamer visited but we quickly spot lots of differences, so no, this one’s just ours. It’s very long, almost seems too long to walk, and it’s divided into an area with aisles and another area with hand-placed shelves featuring non-grocery goods like antiques. As we’re walking past one display, some part of my dream body catches on a shelf and pulls it down, smashing pottery and making a huge racket. I feel quite lucid and unconcerned about this causing any real harm but do feel a little clumsy.

We keep wandering aisles and so much of it is canned goods like meaty dog food, things that will be extremely unappealing as a treat or to offer as a snack! Ah good, now we’re in the chocolate aisle! I grab a pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups for myself when I see it, wonder whether Dreamer likes these. Are they vegan? I can’t remember! Can’t seem to read the label very well. Ah, here is Hershey’s special dark. I’ll bet these are vegan and I know they’re great! I offer her a pack and she says thanks but she doesn’t like dark chocolate. I am skeptical that this matches waking life but no worries, doesn’t matter!

Dreamer says that we should go outside to our ride. Out the automatic doors onto a seaside street, the morning misty and cool. There’s a streetcar waiting here and we hop aboard. I talk with Dreamer about the dream so far and about Johann, ask her whether she remembers anyone like that. She says there’s one guy with a fuzzy beard who is maybe a little like that but that he is not very adventurous and quite unfit.

We talk about the dream itself, about REM, about how long this could go on. I speculate that there might be a 2 hour maximum for a period of REM. Talk about how locked in I feel. The dream is extremely realistic -- I even feel the nervousness of making sure that I'm being interesting and not obsessing about boring subjects to Dreamer! There’s even just a tiny bit of detectable anxiousness in her as well, just the slightest amount, like a waking life interaction, something usually absent from dreams.

She says that the next part up ahead is going to feel dangerous but that we’re perfectly safe. That there’s something that has to be done. A young Corbin Bernsen climbs a short ladder and mounts up on some sort of ballista behind a shield. The streetcar trundles past a hulking old wooden factory labeled The Dog Factory. Corbin Bernsen fires the ballista, spraying the Dog Factory with a scattershot of bolts that collapses the roof! How does this weapon even work?

I assume that this place was doing something terrible like making dogs into food, and don’t worry about it too much. I also assume it was empty. I can sense a dream plot building up, and as the street car pulls into a dusty, abandoned building with a small group of likable paramilitary rebels out of central casting, I see it continuing here. Everyone looks cool and relatable, clean, relatively young, more like a Hollywood version of scrappy rebels.

Dreamer has vanished now. As I converse with these rebels I learn that they all consider her to be not the leader but an important senior figure. I talk about how this is all part of a lucid dream that I’m having and that I can teach them lucid powers to help with their cause. I try to teach them parkour and get caught up gushing about how much better Johann is than I am! I show them how to float upward, claiming to be really good at this, but then can’t stop, and float high into some kind of bell tower!

Jon Lovitz is here and I tell him about lucid dreaming as well. I prepare a little demonstration where I will ask him what he had for breakfast and then make him say “waffles”. But instead, even though I will him to say waffles, instead he says “lunch!” I laugh, tell him this is a great Jon Lovitz reply and that he’s a funny guy. He tells me that he is always happy to help the cause. I move to float away and explore more as the dream ends.

At one point I was in my bed silently worshipping/basking in the positive vibes of a few different demons, such as lucifer and ipos, but also a third deity whose name I don't remember. They radiated masculine energy and their name was one to two syllables. The color yellow was prevalent in my head at the time and their appearance in my head may have been not too dissimilar to a greek deity perhaps. Zeta made me food. Only we lived in my room. Everything looked a little emptier and a bit messier and the mini fridge was on the opposite side of the room to where it is irl

I don't know when this happened in the dream but I was talking to Edynn's grandparents and failed horrifically at recalling the czech I had learned. They were teasing me about it

I was doing my laundry in the parking lot of the arden fair mall and talking to people about musical gear

I was on the light rail at a passenger seat while someone operating the train was pirating stuff for my computer, ranging from games that don't exist to titles like subnautica. I saw a friend of axelle's outside at a train station and at one point I saw a digital sign being like "don't pirate games" with an angry face emoticon next to it that I disregarded

I found this really short trans woman at my old house being all weird. She was up to maybe my knees and I got mad and told her I could punt her across the street if I wanted to. Her height changed to that of roughly 6'7 and I immediately gained substantially different feelings about her. While distinct, her appearance resembles my girlfriend's friend who I have not met yet. I asked her how old she was and she said she was 37. We started to get quite sensual. At some point I was organizing vaporwave music and trying to move it from a dream folder into a folder on my irl computer. Cut to a different point in the dream. I'm trying to find this dream character's house, which I do successfully. It's quite a small area and she expresses the desire to have sex, which we begin to do.

At some point I'm in Edynn's front yard on a vibrant summer day except it's not her house because I suppose she doesn't exist in this dream. There seems to be a celebration of sorts going on, and I run into a childhood friend of mine who is still as he was when we were kids because I don't know what he currently looks like. I told him he looked like that one kid from the little rascals (which may have been kinda racist to say to be honest) and he says "oh hey he's actually upstairs playing video games if you wanna say hi" while absolutely going crazy on the drums. I head upstairs to find a very clearly queer teenager and I say hi while he keeps playing his switch/psp. I go to the room across from where I was on the upstairs level and somehow I'm convinced I have woken up until I see some peculiar looking old guys who questioned my awakeness. I then looked at my hand, which was missing a finger.


I wake up back in the reality where I am currently facing eviction from my house. I think someone was giving me a break, and I hope I run into some of these dream characters again.

Woke up to the sun. So bright. (writes dreams) Honestly I should just get up. Or…

On the side of a road, On top of a hill was a place full of stores and services. Usually I would just stop to get something to eat or for my dad to pick up some gas for the trip. But after coming twice it got apparent that I was a more regular visitor than anyone else. As it happened that my dad would be doing something and I would have to stay and wait for hours. I had some time to kill talking to people my age. As I ganged their trust (GET IT LOL HAHAHAH pls laugh) they told me that they run sort of a “little” gang here and that they run all of the stores. I said that's pretty cool and after a while of wandering around and doing different things. Eventually I joined the “motorcycle gang”. Which was what everyone's little nickname was for it. I surprisingly wasn't expected to stay or to come often but when I do eventually come often I would have access to all the lounges and stuff. I made some friends and they wanted to go get lunch at a supermarket. I came with them. We found a spot with Chinese food and different types of chicken. As I ordered my food I realized it was gone. So I went back to go get something else. At the time the kids were waiting for me. Another line started to grow so in a bit of a panic I got some chicken legs because they happened to be way cheaper. As I continued in the line one of the people behind the counter asked if I joined yet. (Let's call him bill. I was already talking to him before lunch) I said yes so for confirmation he went to one of the people I was with and they said yea. As I continued up I realized that they never gave me an ID card to order. Bill started to speak to the guy running the supermarket. (Lets name him Joey) “Yo Joey wanna watch what happens if you don't have your ID card?” Joey, already knowing what was about to happen declined, lacking interest. Bill pulled out a knife from his side pocket and went to attack him. I grabbed his arms and tackled him. Throwing the knife out of the way. A narrator said that in his mind he thought I would’ve been a good leader. I ran through the store, chicken legs in hand looking for more food I could grab. After about to grab a pastry I saw Joey running closer to me so I ran out the door. I looked for a car I could drive and after I saw a lady getting out of the car to set it up for a refuel I sprinted in the car and got it out of park. I drove right to the entrance of the plaza and luckily there were no cars. As I drove on the highway and onto an exit. The road started to be filled with houses. It was a mixture of country, suburban and ghetto. Gained lucidity, As I got to a part where the road was grass I slowed down and I saw that the side of the road was covered with extended houses. As I drifted past many I messed up and hit the structure of the house. Luckily it was still connected to the ground so it didn't collapse. Shortly after I ran into a tree. Realizing that this was a good time to let him pass by, I waited for a second but realized he was far behind. (car skills are way too good honestly) I continued on the road and reached a neighborhood. In the middle of the road was a group of three cars and two police officers on each side. Moving them. I went to the side and drove right past them. After some more insane moves I got to an intersection where there were hundreds of police cars. I immediately got out of the car. I randomly jumped (scooby dooby doo style) and then raised my hands up. I got arrested and a cutscene began of me getting free and getting 280 thousand dollars. Then I woke up.

The dream started with me floating in the back left corner of an indoor concert hall. I observed some sort of concert taking place. It wasn't lively, but eerily calm. It was pitch black around the venue. All I could make out was that the stage was black, and the crowd area was level.The lights were flickering, and the music sounded like a light industrial metal song playing - like a lighter version of skinny puppy's Convulsion. I float down to the crowd. Best way I can describe the scenery is that the crowd looked like a bunch of animatronics in the style of five nights freddies - half corroded and robotic. I stood there, some of them headbanging lightly to the music, the ones around me staring at me like they knew I didn't belong there. The way the lights would flash showing their faces was scary. I don't remember what the artists on stage looked like.

I don't remember how this dream started.
I was driving down a road at night. I could only see what was illuminated by my car's headlights. I was driving between a set of hills and mountains with forests covering them. I could see the silhouettes of trees on top of the mountain. I was driving on the left side of the road; there were two lanes. On the right, there were also two lanes. The two sets of lanes were divided by a small pedestrian walkway and streetlamps lining it. The streetlamps were off.
I realise I need to pee. I see lights in the distance on the right side. The shape tells me it's a garage. I go closer, stop on the opposite side next to some bushes. I look through the window and see there's a car parked on the grass in front of the garage, directly opposite of me. Someone is standing there looking at me. I feel self-conscious, because my body is making singing bowl sounds when I need to pee. I decided to deal with the embarrassment. I get out and start walking across the street. I look left and right... no cars coming. The atmosphere felt like a scene from a Hollywood sci-fi film. The person starts talking to me, and I realise it's someone from my schooldays. I don't remember what exactly we spoke about. I just remember when I spoke to him, it started to feel like my head was spinning sporadically, and I said "woah!" loudly. Saying this, it the word continued to echo. The more it echoed, the more I felt like I started to get removed from my body in different directions, but slowly. My eyes were closed. I feel myself falling to the left, but things started to feel like slow-motion. I open my eyes, and it's like I'm frozen in the air. My friend kept standing there not saying anything. I notice my body looks female. The disintegration feeling made me panic for a moment, but it started to feel like I was solidifying again. This made me feel ecstasy. When the solidification was complete, I realised I'm awake and in my bed. I went to the bathroom to finally pee.

Several different scenarios, all connected by a feeling. What would normally have been permeated by fear or a sense of dread was instead punctuated by calm and happiness...

First encounter:
There was this large collection of skyscrapers, interconnected by a kind of airport-esque system of subways and elevators. I was trying to reach my floor, where I was to attend what was, to the best of my memory, a job/lecture. My boss/professor was similar to my college history professor, a distinctly British man. Strange I cannot distinguish between this being my vocation or just a college class. I had several encounters in the buildings/elevators/subways with both strangers and familiar faces. At a certain point, the main entrance to my building was closed, and I struggled to find another way inside.

Second:
I was with my family, I believe we were discussing politics in an outdoor pavilion. Fairly out of the ordinary for my family to do this. I was to travel to our beach house, and I think my dad was waiting for me there. I can't remember the details of this encounter, but I do recall the feeling distinctly. It was a kind of sickly/sweet happiness, like a fabricated ease. Only upon waking did I question the fact I was feeling so at ease in these dreams. But it did make for an unusually enjoyable experience.

Third:
I was at a concert or possibly a music festival, it was nighttime. Once again, I encountered both strangers and friends. I was walking around, it was red and black, kind of carnival-like. Some members of one my bands were there and we exchanged words. I think it was friendly. A part that sticks out was a singer preforming a Led Zeppelin tune and forgetting the lyrics. One moment she put the mic in front of an audience member, who sang the incorrect lyrics to the song. She scoffed at him and moved on. Eventually I took over and began singing the bridge portion of Stairway to Heaven. I remember being quite pleased that I was able to hit the high notes pretty well, but nobody seemed to take notice.

I wish I had recorded these dreams immediately upon waking. They were still so fresh and vivid this morning. I can only remember fragments and feelings now. But these encounters really gave me a strong, new feeling. It was powerful enough to make me journal them. I hope to continue these recordings as regularly as I can, and ideally get to a point where lucidity would be possible...

Second entry in my exclusive journal for dreams involving Earth being relieved of the human species. I dreamt this story in the early hours of July 27, 2024:

I was in a city in Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil, and I was unemployed. An uncle of mine was invited to partner in a psychiatric clinic made for very rich people who needed urgent treatments and a lot of discretion. Knowing I was unemployed, my uncle invited me to assist with the case of a patient, a young woman with short black hair, a red overcoat, and a very elegant hat. Apparently, she was suffering from intermediate-stage dementia, and the disease was progressing slowly and dangerously. I accepted the proposal and met the owner of the institution, a very well-dressed old man with a white mustache, wearing a white suit and lots of jewelry. I went exploring the mansion that served as the clinic and found a balcony with a breathtaking view of the Rio Grande do Sul's pampas. There, right in front of me, a strong storm formed, with black clouds swirling fiercely until a tornado formed right before my incredulous eyes. I found the scene beautiful and ran inside, calling my wife to watch the spectacle with me. When I returned to the balcony, there were four or five tornadoes. They would dissipate and reform, destroying everything around them while we watched. Talking to my wife, I discovered that this was happening all over the world, a result of global climate changes, and in every city, these tornadoes were destroying everything.

Since I was a child, I have often had dreams involving different forms of apocalypse: zombie pandemics, alien invasions, global floods, global droughts, global famines, global wars, etc. These types of dreams are the ones that interest me the most, so I decided to create a separate dream journal specifically for dreams where life on Earth is extinguished. The following dream occurred in the early hours of July 17, 2024:

The planet was facing a severe water crisis. Potable water was practically nowhere to be found, and people had already lost hope of survival. I lived in a desert city with houses falling apart. People were dying from hunger, thirst, and all sorts of diseases. Society and its laws had become irrelevant, and anarchy combined with despair resulted in a bestial humanity. There was constant violence among people. I saw children being born and treated with total neglect, so most of them died before growing up.

While exploring randomly, I found a resort built on the last source of potable water on the planet. It was a very luxurious and expensive place, accessible only to the world's wealthiest families. I sneaked in and hid among some bushes to avoid being seen. A few meters in front of me was a photographer taking pictures of the families entering the resort. Further away, I saw an immense pool, larger than a football stadium, filled with pure and crystal-clear water, where rich families bathed to relieve the heat. They smiled for the photos and played in the water as if they were completely immune to the scarcity plaguing the planet. I stayed there, hidden and horrified, watching these people enjoy themselves at the last clean water source on Earth.

In light of recently reconnecting with an old school chum in waking life, I found myself in his presence within my dream. He was sort of guiding me along a path on some island where he lived. We came across a ferry that took us a short way across a very narrow river. On the other side, we met up with a few of his friends, some of whom I seemed to know, others I did not. I remember having packed an excessive amount of clothing, and fussing over what I would change into. I think my little sister showed up at one point as well. There was some important crux to this dream I am forgetting, but I really hope to start journaling regularly again. I need a greater sense of spiritualism and synchronicity in my waking life, and I used to obtain often those from my dream life. Here's to hopeful, consistent Dream Journaling once again.

July 16th, 2024 (Comp Night 10)

Fragment 1

At my grandparent's former house. I'm walking around the outside of the house, and come to the "side entrance", which looks more like a different "front" entrance.

Fragment 2

In a small boat at a family vacation spot at the lake. I'm trying to get around a rock outcropping. Once I get around, the current is very strong, and keeps pushing me back toward the shore.

Fragment 3

I was banned from a site because people thought my post was racist. But what I had been posting was something that I had dreamed...

...Something involving building things out of plastic pieces. There are little rectangular objects that fit into little slots on the side of a transparent plastic container, and I want to put these back in place...

Fragment 4

Something about my niece.

July 17th, 2024 (Comp Night 11)

Fragment 1

There is a building. Inside this building is a hallway, with rooms off to either side. The rooms are fitted with pipes, and mud can be piped into these rooms to make them into a sort of mud bath. I think I am in one of these, but instead of feeling nice the mud has a weird feel to it - it reminds me of loose stool somehow. Then there is something about people hanging from a ceiling.

July 18th, 2024 (Comp Night 12)

I put this one off a little too long, I think. I don't remember too much about these notes.

Fragment 1

Something about boats. This might be the one where I was supposed to paint boats, but that dream seems like it happened longer ago.

Fragment 2

There is a test about a story. I think it's one of those dreams where I haven't prepared much for a test, and it will soon be time to take the test.

Fragment 3

We have a nice sized garden. There might be a lot of weeds in it though. Then we go to a garden center, which seems to be a place that we used to go when I was little.

Dream 1

In the men's room. I notice that there are women in the men's room. I start walking around wondering about this, and then I remember that this is a dream sign. I try to count my fingers, but I don't seem to be convinced that I'm dreaming. For one thing, the restroom is really cluttered - it seems to be part of a store. For some reason, this seems like it would explain why there are so many women in the men's restroom, and I don't become lucid.

July 19th, 2024 (Comp Night 13)

Fragment 1

Watching a movie starring Audrey Hepburn. She is singing. Something about Paris, I think.

Fragment 2

My advisor has snakes at the university. One of them bites me. It isn't poisonous, but it kind of hurt. I have gone down the hall and want to go back (to the lab?). I decide to go a different route, because the snake might bite me again. I go up through some corridor...I have to teach...

Fragment 3

Something about my niece swearing...

Fragment 4

I need to put on some pants to go somewhere. Someone is watching me, so I think I try something odd where I put one pair of pants over top of another pair of pants, or something.

Fragment 5

Somebody took too long of a bathroom break...

Lucid Dream - DILD
I’m showing a dream character how to do a reality check, then realize I have extra fingers. I double check my hand to confirm that I’m dreaming. I try and stabilize by rubbing hands together, and eating strawberry. The strawberry has a faint taste, so I ask if it can be sweeter with moderate success. Then think I need to complete the epic weapon creation task but fall back into dreaming.

Dream #1:
It’s night and everything’s quiet. I can feel the cool air. I’m looking at the inky black starlit sky and a bright shooting star arcs through the sky with a super long tail. It’s gets brighter and brighter until it hits the ground right next to me. It creates small crater and I immediately go to pick it up. There’s another person with me, who gets wet paper towels to help pick it up in case it’s hot. The stone is oblong smooth and about the size of my hand. It looks like labradorite. I feel the wet paper towels as I pick up the stone, but it’s not hot. I knew other people would be after this stone, so I go into my childhood home to find a hiding place for it. I go to the dining room and lift up one of the wood floor boards, thinking to hide it there. However, as I pry back the board and look through, I see that instead of a space to hide the stone, I’m looking through a portal that opens from the ceiling and looks down at myself prying up the floor board. Kind of an infinity portal/mirror effect is created. I’m somehow able to hide the stone in this portal zone just as a scary man enters the house, looking for the stone. I run into the basement, and out the basement hatch which leads outside. Once outside, I realize that the chandelier is swinging in the dining room since I bumped it while reaching through the ceiling portal. I’m afraid the man will notice it and realize where I hid the stone, so need to go back and fix it. Outside I meet Dr. Suess-like animal with portal mouth that I jump through to quickly get back to the chandelier and stop its swinging before the man sees.. I pop back outside and the man is suspicious that I’m tricking him. I see that he is now holding my sister hostage, so I’m unsure what to do.

Dream #2:
I’m at some sort of fundraiser campaign for an old politician. I’m in charge of the money and have lied about some sort of large donation for the campaign. I approach the candidate, who is an elderly man, and I ask if he’s ok with the lying and he says we have no other choice. I disagree and realize that we will be found out and his career will be ruined. It’s better not to win than to have this happen. I rush downstairs to try and find where I put the paperwork. On the way, I get stuck in reoccurring wood dream staircases behind the walls of the building complex. I’m trying to find the basement room where I hid the paperwork, but can remember which staircase leads to it.

Dream fragments:
Dream fragment where I’m walking next to a woman with two dogs. One is a German shepherd that I pet and it seems friendly. I belatedly ask for permission, and it is granted. We come upon a really steep grassy hill, almost in the shape of an amphitheater. Other people are sliding down the sides, and we do so as well.

Dream fragment where partner and I are watching movie. Its black and white on a projector, and other dream characters seem interested to watch too.