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#1: I was poisoned with two other people. It was night time. These two people died eventually, and I arrived at a kebab shop or something like that. The owner was a large man with some facial hair which makes a very tiny beard. He saw that I was poisoned and slapped his assistant on the head and said "Call an ambulance!" in some kind of accent. I waited for the ambulance, but when it arrived it drove passed, I could hear what they said, the driver said "That's not him, keep going." I waited and waited, I saw some guys kicking a ball around. I remember my condition getting worse, then waking up.

#2: I was walking somewhere and there was this amazing view, similar to that from the dream with the travelling bag salesman. I was with some friends, not sure who though. I saw the girl who appeared in other dreams and she was with some other people, one of which had big, curly hair. He got angry at me and I grabbed him. However the most prominant figure in this dream was the girl, even thought it should have been focusing on the guy, it was actually her who I could see the best.

2012-02-28
We arrive in Tibet (which I know next to nothing about, and the stuff my mind came up with ranges from wildly inaccurate to patently absurd). It is still like the world was in the time of Jesus. Everyone is very poor. I talk to one of the monks in the orange robes. I want to ask him about lucid dreaming, but there are other things to talk about first, and I let him steer the conversation. He talks about how their language, French, used to be the most widely used language, and now they are side-lined as English has taken its palce. I tell him I know I am simply lucky that my language is the widely used one. He tells me I have many years to learn other languages. I tell him about how I am trying to learn German.

There are all these quarters on the ground. I pick one up, but I get the feeling that I wasn't supposed to, so I put it back down later. Then I pick up another one later. I see the monks periodically placing them on the ground. Er... oops. I really was not supposed to do that. I try to sneakily place the quarter back on the ground, but the monk I've been talking to catches me. He yells at me, saying that picking up the quarters is very wrong, causing a curse that can hurt or kill people. He made that mistake when he was younger, and people died. I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I won't do it again.

We walk. Pretty much all of the people here besides the monks are old, poor, French-speaking women, and all the monks are men. I don't see any children, although I think there are a couple other tourists, like me. The monks provide the old women with aid and advice, where they can. The monk follows me into a room, probably on a boat. I am looking at a barbecue pork recipe on the wall, while eating a piece of barbecue chicken with my hands. He asks me what it is, and I tell him.

Outside again, the monk kisses me on the forehead. This feels very weird, and I am not comfortable with this at all.

In the night, we are woken by a loud noise. We get up to go check it out. It was just a loud machine, though. The monk talks to one of the women in French. I get separated from him somewhere along the way. I'm using my cell phone for light, where there are not other lights. I'm in the living room of my old house now. I see my mom. She jumps onto the fireplace, climbing up the brick in a way that seems creepily inhuman. On the mantelpiece above the fireplace, there are two statues. There are supposed to be four. My 'mom' takes one of the remaining statues, leering at me. She is not supposed to do that. The monks will be mad. That's much worse than when I picked up the quarters, and she is doing it on purpose! I throw my phone at her.

I wake up. It's 4:15 am. At first I just jot down some notes, but that dream was so cool/weird that I decide to write it all out in the middle of the night instead of waiting for the morning.

There's a large well. I am Ian, and the Doctor and possibly Barabara are here, too (from Doctor Who). I dropped the ring down the well, but I need to get it back. There is some sort of sprite/spirit in the well, controlling the water. First the water level goes down, then it goes back up. I dive into the water to retrieve the ring and am sucked down into a hole at the bottom of the well.

I'm travelling with a partner. We're in a shop. I buy a floppy hat. We leave the shop, which is just one small part of a bigger place. For some reason, we're signing up to fight in a gladiatorial event. The line for it is very long and slow. This place has the atmosphere of a casino. It's confusing when I finally get to the front of the line. There's a teller open, but I'm not sure I can use that one. There are signs, but somehow that just confuses me even more. Are fighters supposed to only sign up at the particular teller? I end up using the same one my friend did, after he is done. The person there thinks I am someone she knows, named Rita. I play along. Half my information (address, name, etc.) is fake anyways. I probably wouldn't get through this with a teller who didn't 'know' me. I'm nervous about being discovered, though, but eventually I am done signing up, and I get my 'lotto' tickets that I can use if I survive.

It's night. The fight will be tomorrow. The guy who runs this place is evil. I find stairs going up, but when I get to the top, there is nothing there. I guess it will lead somewhere once they're finished setting up. I go back down.

I put on the floppy hat I bought earlier. It takes me a while to get all the plastic tag bits off of it. I'm with the other gladiators. I encourage them to rebel. When the staff comes along, I attack them (oddly, just this one scene is in third person). I get completely piled on, but when the others start fighting, too, I get a chance to escape.

I walk through the fire escape door, deliberately and without hesitation, even though I know I will probably be caught quickly, since these things are well guarded. The fire alarm goes off, and I step out into a corridor. The guard outside the door seems to know me. He asks how some plot I'm supposed to know about is going. I don't know what to say, but I'm not worried about that right now. I'm looking for a door that actually leads outside. I find an office, instead. I turn around and try going the other way. I find the door that actually leads outside and I start walking along the street, eager to get away. The guard is following me like some sort of puppy, complaining about how tired he is because he didn't get any sleep last night. I tell him he wouldn't have gotten any rest if he had stayed on guard duty anyway.

I woke up in what seem to be dank and dreary-sp? room. In the room was a throne on the throne was Maleficent. There might have been other (Disney) villains but my attention was mostly focused on Maleficent. She made this long winded speech...but I only got "You (me) will happy us (them/her) on the way to greatness". I refused. She got out her medivalish wand and said "Cruio". I resisted. She just told them to tie me up. But I fight back..I woke up before anything else could happe

Two nights ago I had a dream that I was an animal at a party at "The Bear in the big blue house" TV show. Something about a tape..and then it changed to a cross between two other kids' tv shows Franklin the turtle and Timothy goes to School." I was a fox.. and somehow in the woods I got "stuck" in the snow near a waterfall. I was trying to get out of it (the woods look to be from Franklin) . Only after I asked for help from two other people did the snow melt and I was able to get out if it

three nights ago I had a dream. I was in castle nursery there were Disney princesses pics all around the nursery (it was an all-girls nursery) I was their nanny it seems. I was kind of a magical kind of nanny and I could make the Disney princesses come to "life". Well it was sunny day and the girls and the Disney princesses and I were outside at an pinic table having a pinic. Then the scene changed and I know its the same dream. I was seeing Disney villians watching what I and the girls, and disney princess were doing via a TV (an old tv at that) and they said "kill them". Then it switched back to me and I said exactly those words. But I covered my mouth after realizing what I had said. The Disney princess and the girls just stared at me shocked.

During a dream last night, I awoke (in the dream I guess) and noticed that there was a bright white orb hovering about 2 feet above my head. I was laying on my side so I was able to make it out via peripheral vision of my left eye. I didn't look directly at it but I saw that my pillow and the wall were illuminated. The next thing I know, I'm in a different dream where this black shadow is attacking my cousin and older brother. It told me that it couldn't attack me because I'm "standing at a different angle...." I was like, "yeah, right. what does that mean? Then it went for my cousin again and I jumped on top of my cousin and somehow repelled the shadow. Interesting dream.

Last night I had a dream that my family had moved to the neigbouring town of ours, Gibsons, On our way moving there I remember getting stuck in a dirt parking lot, I remember where on the highway it was, it's just that it isnt there, I was with my mom, I found a coat that was almost identical to mine (spare the little piece of fabric attached to the zipper, which i chewed off). We finally got to the house in Gibsons I remember spending the night there. When I woke up the next day we had breakfast, and then my parents left to shop or something. And I went into the garage. A couple guys dropped by, whose faces I couldn't put to a name in real life, but I do remember seeing one of them. We start smoking a huge joint, and i take a couple tokes and just as my parents get home the kids leave, and the huge joint is now a burrito. I ate that burrito, all in all, this was a very very strange dream.

I am living in a small village and from the surrounding i look like i am in African bush somewhere, long dry grasses and big shady trees, i am part of a tribe and i am just a small kid in this dream, there is a plague going around the village and we beleive the devil is causing people to die by coming for them and infecting them with tumors.
My brother returns from hunting, he has some sort of alcohol stuff with him, like a deep red liquid in a clear bottle, he drinks some and then tells me to put my hands out, he pours some of this liquid on my hands and it is red and thick like a treacle, i rub it in my hands which i think in this tribe is a great honour?
I then drink from the bottle but then everytime i drink the liquid i feel seep out of my body and back into the bottle, then i know the devil wants me next. One of the other hunters from our tribe we beg to help us, he says "i would if i could but i need a peice of sharp flint for a cutting tool."
I smashed the bottle neck off at a slant to create a very sharp tool "ok it will be painful though" he said, so i kept downing the bottle and feeling it seep back into the bottle but eventually i felt drunk. He then pierced my skin with a needle right the way through and began to sew something.



Next thing i know i am some form of lion, i go through a portal and there on the other side is a male lion and his two lionesses attack me, beforee i know it i am in the tight grip of his jaws and dying, for some reason it goes back to a checkpoint, this time i jump through the portal knowing what to expect and a sprint off, i am chased by them, one of the lionesses comes up on my side and i grab her head with my powerful jaws and launch her into a barbed wire fence, i kept sprinting, suddenly a pack of my own lionesses pounces onto the other lioness, only the male lion is left, he leaps up a hill and pounces one of my lionesses to the ground, next to some form of truck or lorry.
I leap up and i roar loud in his face and he gets scared and runs off.



Lion, i turn into a lion after going through some form of wierd portal? A lion with two lionesses attack me and i die, then its like a checkpoint and i am alive again, i sprint off away from the male lion and i end up catching up with my own lionesses, i have 3 of the enemy pack chasing me, i snap one lioness who is closest in my jaws and throw her into barbed wire fence, male lion leaps up a hill pinning down one of my lionesses , i jump up and roar loud in his face, snap onto his neck.

I attempted a WILD, but achieved a DILD instead. My current dream goal had been to meet Nietzsche (my favorite philosopher) and have a conversation with him. At this point in my quest, I had become less interested in talking to Nietzsche, and more concerned with completing a dream goal and learning to find or summon someone in a dream.

I start off in a non-lucid dream. I am in a house when I hear a name said aloud and know it is the name of my goddess. (Unfortunately, the name now eludes me.) I call her name and start climbing up the side of a cabinet up towards the ceiling. I float up and start to push through the ceiling. I attempt to do this with my eyes open, but it produces very strange sensations and only causes the ceiling to move up a bit like rubber. I close my eyes and it works. I start flying around and become lucid while in flight - a startling and exhilarating experience.
I remember my dream goal to meet Nietzsche. Instead of creating a portal like I had previously been trying, or making a magic circle and summoning him like I intended when I went to sleep, I decide to try a different method. First, I call to him loudly, but yelling while I'm flying around somehow doesn't feel right. Also, it is nighttime and I am soaring over houses, so I decide not to disturb my little DC's that might be asleep below me. I also notice that if I concentrate on something else to hard I start to waiver a bit in my flight (which has never happened before). I whisper into the sky "Bring me to Nietzsche."
I dip into the roofs of one of the houses, look around, then leave. I do this to another house and find a group of guys balancing on beams in an attic. I leave this house as well.
I dip into another house and perch on the top of a post of a large, strange, wooden bunk bed. Each bed contains a little girl asleep in it. The girl in the bottom bunk crawls out of bed and looks up at me. Involuntarily, I turn me mouth and teeth into a monsters mouth full of long, sharp pointed teeth, snarl at her and scare her back into bed.
I start to fly away, but am drawn back. I ask the little girl in the top bunk if she knows where Nietzsche is. She sleepily says, no. I crawl down and an older girl, probably their baby sitter, is awake in a chair across form their beds.
I ask her the same question. "Yes," she replies. I ask if she knows where he is and if she can take me to him. She answers in the affirmative to both the questions. She leads me out the room, through a series of rooms, through a closet, into another room. Nietzsche is in this room. Sitting next to him is a younger boy who seems to be taking care of him. His hair is disheveled and he has his characteristic mustache, however, he is wearing modern clothes - a red track suit.
He is sleeping sitting up in his chair. I walk up, sit across from him and try to rouse him. He is very gruff with me. I ask if he is indeed Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche. "Yes," he answers in a thick German accent, "What of it?"
I tell him how it has been my dream goal for sometime to meet him and I have been searching for him for almost two months.
"Two months! Humph!" he exclaims.
"Is that a long time?" I ask
"Well, I suppose it is not so bad," he replies.
"Do you have any advice for dreamers?" I ask.
"Just...fix the universe!" he says before walking off, and the dream ends.

I took nyquil before bed last night, so it mostly wore off by the time I got to the period of time when I dream. This seemed to work best insuring that I got some good sleep with this cold, but still managed to have some dreams. It just meant making sure that I didn't take any medicine in the afternoon so I could take it right before bed rather than having to wait until the middle of the night, lol.

Dream one (fragment): The Nyquil still hadn't worn off yet, so this dream was hard to remember. All I can safely say I remember is someone asking me if Pamela was gay. I don't even know anyone names Pamela, lol.

Dream Two: This dream starts out with me laying down on a metal grate like floor. It wasn't a grate with like lots of parallel lines, but rather the kind with intersecting metal lines that form diamond shaped holes. I'm laying in a sleeping bag on this grate, and I'm in a circular room with a lot of other people. In my mind I know it's like 25 people. We're all prisoners of some kind. I'm not sure if it's for crimes or war or kidnapped victims, or what. There's a man with a gun and lots of heavy modern armor, even a helmet and some kind of black goggles and he's walking around the room keeping and eye on us all. He walks around the outside of the room, then the inside of the room, then kneels by my "bed". I feel immediately secure and happy when he stops by me, I feel like I know him very personally, and like he's going to keep me safe not hurt me. He says something to me, but I can't remember what after I woke up, but it made me even happier. Then I see a third person view of a girl and a big shaggy dog. The girl is walking in a white hallway, like the "back doors" hallway in the second Matrix movie. She opens a door, and there's a white table with white chairs in another all white room. She walks in and closes the door. She does something and there's the feeling that she's working some sort of magic. The Dog barks, and jumps THROUGH the door that is looking purple and misty now. The dog comes running back through the door a moment later, with me in tow. Seeing myself throws me for a loop for a moment, and then I'm sucked back inside my dream body looking at this little girl. She tells me to sit down and have some tea at her tea party. I tell her I would love too, but there's someone I'd like to come have tea with us. I'd love to have a date with him, but I can't because of my circumstances. I ask her if I can go back and get him, but she says once I leave the door will close and I can't come back, so I should take a break from being a prisoner and drink some tea before I go back. I sit down and happily drink the tea, thinking this is so much better than trying to sleep on the metal grate floors. After I finish my cup, I say I need to go back before they notice I'm missing. She agrees, and I walk back through the purple door and find myself back on the floor in the sleeping bag as if I never left. The man in armor comes back and kneels. He hisses under his breath so no one can hear that He was worried, I'd disappeared and if I hadn't returned before the next guard came he couldn't have protected me. Then he says something about me being lucky the wardens daughter had come for tea and the shift change was delayed for her safety. I tell him I was having tea with a little girl and her dog, and I wanted to invite him because it would have been a perfect date for us, but I couldn't because the door would close when I left. Then the shift does change, and I fall asleep in the dream. When I "wake up" in the dream I'm in a van, and they are transporting us somewhere. It seems like a book store or library or something. I notice everyone else has a personal guard, and my personal guard is the guy from the first part of the dream. I instantly feel at ease, I know I'm still safe. I notice he's not wearing anything on his head, and he's got blond messy hair about 6-10 inches long. Then a woman in a business suit leans back and hands a packet of papers to my guard. She tells him that I am the most cooperative prisoner, and I don't give them any trouble at all, so for this trip he needs to take those papers somewhere, I didn't need a guard that I would be a "good girl" and stay with the group. He looks uncomfortable with the idea, but he doesn't seem to think he has a choice. He tells me to be careful, and not to do anything to draw any attention or trouble to myself. I nod, and go with the group into the bookstore while he walks down the road in the other direction. Inside the store I walk all the way to the left of the store, hoping to catch a glimpse of him out the window before he disappears down the street. I know I want to talk to him about something, but when ever I'm around him I just feel too content and happy to say much at all. I can't see him, and start to try and figure out what it is I wanted to talk to him about, but then there's a scream and a red line whizzes past me and blows a tiny baseball sized hole in the wall to my right. I turn and the guards and prisoners are going nuts, the prisoners trying to escape and the guards looking for who shot the red laser thing. I turn to help the guards because I don't want them to think I'm trying to run away. I see a man with something under his coat in the crowd. It looks like a water hose nozzle, but he pulls it out and pulls the "trigger" and a red light comes out. I jump instinctively, and the laser passes right below my feet, and blows another hole in the wall. As soon as I land I run and tackle the guy. The guards start to hassle me trying to get me off the innocent civilian, but I shout at them he's the one shooting! The take the thing from him, not believing me at first, then one pulls the trigger and blows some books apart. They believe me now, so they let me stand up but they have my hands cuffed behind my back. Two of them start talking as if I don't exist. "Who's her guard? and Where is he?" "He's delivering paper work for our lady. They said number (12? 14? 8? 9? 16? I can't remember, but one of those numbers, lol.) was a good prisoner and didn't need to be watched as well as the others." "Well someone needs to take her back to be checked out. We can't afford to have injured prisoners." I quietly mutter, "I'm ok, I didn't get hit." The two look at me, and the one shrugs while the other says, "Just go to the back of the store with the other prisoners and behave. We'll inform your guard when he returns so he can take you to the clinic to be sure." I nod, and wander back off to the back of the store where one of the prisoners pushes me into a wall. He starts giving me trouble about being a good two shoes, and how I ruined their chance to escape by bringing the chaos to a quick calm. He starts pulling at my clothes, and I drop to the ground, trying to protect myself the best I can without fighting back and making trouble.

I wake up for real here because my daughter climbed into bed with me. I Went back to sleep within five minutes though, thinking about this dream and wondering what it is I wanted to ask the guard. When I fall back asleep, I'm sitting in the middle of the woods. There's a camp fire, and I'm in the same sleeping bag as the previous dream. The guard is sitting to my left by the fire, and there's an old man in a suit and hat to my right. The old man seems really off, like he's not saying anything that's making sense, he's just mumbling, shaking, and rocking back and forth while muttering gibberish. I look to my left at the guard, and ask him, "What'd you do to him?" the blond guard shrugs and says, "He'll be fine. He's the one who brought us here, and we can't have him bringing in the rest of the guards. They wanted you to die at the bookstore, the hitman was there after you, that's why they sent me off and left you unprotected. When you turned their plans upside down and caught the gunman, I had to get you out of there." Suddenly I look at the man who I assume is a cab driver or something of that nature. There's something about his hands, my brain tells me. I look at his hands, they're shaking, and suddenly a check book seems to grow out of them. The I realize, this is a dream! I turn to my "guard" and realize, I'm dreaming, this guard isn't just some random guard I oddly feel comfortable with, it's K! I practically jump through the fire in my rush to hug him. I wrap my arms around him and burry my face in his neck. He puts a hand behind my hair on my neck and holds me close. The I think to ask him why I'm always so happy and comfortable with him in these dreams but I don't recognize him until I know I'm dreaming, but before I can ask, I wake up.

Notes about K: So I have a lot of dreams about K, and I figure now is about the best time to clarify what K is in my life, especially since if you read all my dream journals you see that I'm actually married with kids. K isn't anyone I actually know. He's some sort of dream character that started appearing in my dreams about a year ago. I'm not sure if he's a random mind creation, a dream guide, spirit guide, or even another dreamer. The first few dreams he was in I woke up with sleep paralysis, but unlike others experiences, I couldn't move but I was totally comfortable with it. Each time the paralysis lasted less time, and then it progressed to when I see him in dreams I'm generally tired and feel like I didn't sleep at all the whole night, but I am not paralyzed anymore. The fact that this happens ONLY in dreams with him in it seems like a crazy coincidence. Also, while I found these dreams fascinating enough to send them to my best friend, I don't keep track of the dates when I have them or anything. I had 5 of them in the spring of last year, then I didn't have any for a long time. I thought they were over, until I had another earlier this month. I sent it to my friend like usual, and she sends me a message back that this dream I had after so long of not having any, was exactly one year after I first started having the dreams. Since then, I started looking stuff up and found my way here to dream views. My goals with K right now are to become lucid so I can ask him the questions I have (What are you? Why am I so happy with you that I can't think of what I want to ask you? Why did you use to try to tell me I was dreaming, but leave me to figure it out on my own now? Why am I exhausted every morning when I'd dreamed of you? why am I dreaming of you? etc) And I've been lucky enough that while I can't seem to become lucid, I'm getting far more chances now that I'm actively trying. Eventually I will remember to ask him something, especially if I keep seeing him every few days, lol.

Well, I went to bed last night fairly drunk from red wine and having taken a few small hits of JWH-250. I'm sure this had some effect on my dreams but it's hard to say, though there was something pretty interesting at the end of the night!

Fragment - I remember being in some hotel filled with water and a manatee swimming around, and you had to get to some other private room above the main one I was in by climbing along a ledge on wall, but that was also where the manatee mates and it gets mad at you for being up there so it tries to attack you while you're doing it. I also remember that when I reached the room there were voices of Family Guy characters saying really random stuff. I also recall hearing the phrase "twelve year olds without sex".

Fragment - I just remember being in a chat room with Seroquel and OldSparta.

Fragment - I'm looking after some guy (perhaps handicapped? he seemed incredibly child-like) and trying to be buddies with him, I was showing him some anime movies which weren't real but looked pretty interesting. The only other thing I remember is that the TV had two separate volume systems that you had to make work together to control the sound. >.>

#1 - A Crazy Night [Non-Lucid]

This occurred almost immediately after the last fragment, I was awake for probably a second or two. I was walking through a store with O and talking to him about getting drunk and losing my clothes and how I'd probably never find them, and O says "Yeah, I think the neighbors saw you." During this this one guy I knew in high school came by and asked us if we worked there but we said no, so he walked off.

#2 - The Patrick Effect [Non-Lucid]

I was in my dad's car with my family (but my mom was driving) and we were driving down what I perceived as our alleyway, but it was actually nothing like it, it was like a dirt road with bright green grass hills on each side and a bunch of little shacks with cars parked all around them, and no fences of any kind. The car breaks down when we pull off to the side, and we stand outside with a bunch of other people for a minute, then it jumps forward to that night at my house and we're having a huge party. I think the party is centered around me somehow, actually. I get tired of being in the den and kitchen where most of the commotion is, so I go into the living room to hang out with O, a random girl I don't know, and another DC that frequently changes throughout the rest of the dream. We started talking about music, and I'm trying to tell the random DC about one song that's really good but I couldn't remember what it was called, but the girl reminded me. (It's "Layla", though in the dream I thought of it as "Leila". )



I went out to the kitchen and den again to see everyone had gone outside so I wasn't too worried about playing loud music, and I tried to put it on by going to YouTube and typing it in, but instead I found... the most amazing thing I've ever seen in a dream. On the screen were characters from SpongeBob SquarePants, with an especially large focus on Patrick (and I think maybe Squidward). They were all quickly jumping all around the screen (mostly one character at a time, though) and ranging from really close to really far away and performing very random movements and actions, and muttering things that were definitely in their voices but completely inaudible, it was like total delirium. While they were doing these things, the entire screen was engulfed in gear-patterned-type kaleidoscopes of sky blue light distortions and tendrils that pulsed heavily and emanated from a blindingly bright white vortex in the center of the screen. The characters and background scenery were dragged along with and twisted and bent by these distortions, and overall the scene was just like some unbelievably massive acid trip. Staring at it for too long caused a grid of Pokémon to form in my vision, and I looked away to see everyone else in the room staring at it in awe. My dad had also come into the room and sat down at the table and was marveling at it. I looked back at it and just stared some more because I couldn't bring myself to look away, it was so beautiful. The Pokémon grid thing started happening again, and suddenly I realized that I was shirtless. I went into my room to put something on, and started thinking about how I was going to spend countless hours watching the screen and seeing how far I can dive into my mind with it, but then I woke up.

I am now officially dubbing this "The Patrick Effect" and making it one of my lucid goals to recreate this effect in a dream. I never expected my mind to create such a powerfully accurate psychedelic effect in my dreams, I must use this subconscious ability as much as possible!

I couldn't sign in until I changed my host files, so I was just keeping my dream journal in a word document until I broke down and decided to mess with my host file, so I'm adding them all in now, I just hope the post will take all this! lol

2-21-12
Dream One (fragment): I remember seeing pictures of Nintendo Characters flashing in the dream. That’s pretty much it. I got the feeling I was being shown options or something.

Dream Two: The dream starts off with me sitting in a car with my kids and a male. I don’t know who the man was, just that in the dream I felt he was a family member or a family friend. We’re impatiently waiting for my husband. I have dream memories of my husband telling me that one of his best friends from high school is in town giving a spiritual seminar, and he wanted to swing in a see him. This is the third time he’s gone to visit this friend in as many days. I remember thinking this friend is a quack. I’m pretty open minded, but everything I had read about the guy gave me a wrong feeling. My husband is inside a hotel where this seminar was supposed to be taking place, and we’re in the parking lot waiting. The Kids are getting impatient, and cranky, so I say I’m going to get my husband and hurry him out. I get out of the car and go inside the hotel. The seminar is in the lobby and it’s HUGE. I see my husband just watching this man talk, and I go up to him and tell him we need to go because the kids are cranky. He says he can’t leave yet because the man is still talking to his attendees and my husband hasn’t had the chance to talk to him yet. I tell him he has five more minutes, then he’d better come out whether he talks to his friend or not because the kids are ready to go. I walk outside and inform the man who was in the car with us that it’ll just be five more minutes, and that I’m going to go back in and make sure it’s only five minutes if I have to drag my husband out so be it. I walk back, but instead of cutting diagonally across the parking lot I take my time walking to the sidewalk to my left then following it up to the building and then around to the door. When I get inside, my husband is still standing there listening like one of the other attendees and I’m really annoyed. I check the clock and its been five minutes. I grab him by the arm and tell him it’s time to go. He protests that he hasn’t been able to talk to his friend yet. I say I don’t care, he’s talked to him two days in a row already, and we need to go. My husband protests again, louder this time, causing the friend to stop talking and all the attendees to turn and look at us. My husband turns red with embarrassment, and lets me pull him out the door. Outside he starts whining like the kids how he just wanted to talk to his friend and yadda yadda yadda. I get pissed off and tell him he’s seen his “girl friend” in there twice in two days already, and I’m sorry he can’t see the man today, but if the friend thought he was worth seeing he’d make time for him and to come on. My husband gets pissed that I called his guy friend a girlfriend and implied that he had any feelings like that for the guy. He tells me I’m just jealous, and I tell him no I am pissed because he’s not thinking about the kids being cranky and tired and needing to go to bed. He argues that they can sleep in the car, and I storm off to the car. I tell the guy in the car that I’m sorry, my husband and I were having a fight, would he and his wife mind keeping the kids over night? He says no problem, and his wife is in a car nearby so we move the carseats over (somehow with the kids still buckled in them, lol!) to her car so they can leave. My husband comes over and keeps complaining again, and I tell him to go fuck off and do whatever the hell he wants, I’m going to walk home. I start walking home and he gets in the car and follows me telling me it’s not safe for me to walk home alone. I tell him to piss off again, and he drives off giving me my space. After walking another couple feet, I feel like it’s this friend of his fault and know there will be a repeat of the incident if this friend doesn’t either make time for him or tell him to get lost he’s too busy to talk, so I decide to confront the guy. I walk back to the hotel and it starts raining. I put my hoodie on my head and run for the doors. I get inside and the seminar is over. The front desk says they will summon the guy, but he’s gone back to his room. There’s a bed in the middle of the lobby and I’m tired, so I lay down on it. I fall asleep in my dream, but don’t dream (because I’m already dreaming? Lol) when I wake up in dream I hear the desk attendant telling the friend of my husband’s that one of his followers wanted to speak with him. I decide that now that he’s in the room, and I’ve rested, I’m not fired up anymore and am too intimidated by him to say anything. I pretend to keep sleeping. The guy doesn’t seem intimidating in the dream or anything, but I’m a big chicken when it comes to confrontation unless I’m really worked up over something. The guy comes over and sits on the bed, then reaches up and brushes my hair behind my ear while saying, “Good morning sunshine.” I growl at him that I’m already awake, and he says he knows. He says he knows who I am, I am C’s wife. I nod, but before I can actually voice a reply he starts saying, “I know you’re unhappy. The two of you are too different. He doesn’t understand or have the patience you do with your children. He doesn’t share the same beliefs you do. You love each other very much, but love isn’t enough to make things work. There’s someone else out there for both of you. Someone who will make you both much happier than if you stay together.” At first I feel really subdued by the man’s words thinking, he’s exactly right, but then when he starts talking about there being someone else I roll off the bed as quickly as possible and start storming off, my fists balled up without a word to him. He stays on the bed and call out, “What’s wrong? You know I am only speaking the truth.” I turn and glare at him and tell him, “I may not be happy, and your right about the things wrong in our relationship. But you’re also right that I love him. I don’t want to hear that there is someone else, you are supposed to be his friend. If you want to offer advice, advise us on how to fix things, don’t try to split apart our family!” Then I wake up for real because my husband is going to work.
Dream Three: I’m still angry with my husband, but we are home. I have run out the back door and across the pasture to the barn. The barn looks totally different on the inside. I am fuming mad, at my husband for choosing to spend so much time waiting for a friend who has no time for him, and at his friend for being such a jerk and trying to split us up. In the barn I look back and see my husband making his towards the barn. I close and lock the front barn door, and when I go to lock the back door so he can’t come inside and bug me, his friend is standing there. I realize at once the guy looks like Russel Brand in that movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and if he hadn’t suddenly appeared in the barn I would have probably laughed about the realization. He doesn’t act goofy like that character though, but he does put out his hand and say, “You know I’m telling you the truth, why won’t you admit it to yourself? Why don’t you want to be happy?” I reply that I know my husband loves me, and I love him too much to hurt him. I’d rather be miserable than know my happiness was at the cost of his, and my children’s when they’re suddenly divided between parents. The man tells me that my husband isn’t really happy, he only thinks he is because he has what he thinks he wants. He tells me that there is someone else that would make him even happier and I am selfishly being a martyr by clinging to the idea that I am sacrificing my happiness to make my family happy. I get mad and yell at him to get lost, that I don’t like him and I want nothing to do with his so called advice. I turn to lock myself in a stall where he can’t get to me, but instead of finding a stall there’s a desk full of papers on a wooden platform. I stomp over to it thinking I can make myself look busy and maybe he’ll leave me alone, but on the table I find my husband’s wedding ring. Instead of being all shiny and maintained, it looks like it’s rusted and there are big dents in it. I grab it and feel sad for a moment, but then I realize I haven’t got a clue where my own wedding ring is so why should I care if his is unworn? (In reality mines been missing for at least six months, we think for almost a year, neither of us can remember when I last wore it and there aren’t any pictures of me wearing it since 11 months ago) I start to leave the barn, now feeling more sad than anything else, and when I open the barn door my husband’s mom is there. She says “Well hello B, how are you feeling today?” I tell her I’m frustrated, that her son is really getting on my nerves, and she just replies, “oh well, your married, things are going to come up to bother you both.” I nod and she turns around and walks off. My husband is finally at the barn, and before I can start to talk to him and tell him I’m sorry or anything he starts talking about his friend again. I get so mad and angry that I want to scream. I turn to go back inside the barn and close the door, thinking that there’s no point trying to talk to him, there never is. I need to just walk away until I have more patience, then I wake up.
Dream Four: I am in a dark apartment. My dream self recognizes that the apartment is my brothers (my brother doesn’t live in an apartment, and I’ve never been where he does live) He’s asked me to pick something up today to take to his girl friend. I’m looking for it, and a voice tells me “The droid tablet is under the recliner.” I reach under and find it, say thanks, and leave. As I go out the door, I end up back in the same room, but it’s daylight and I know it’s the next day now. Instead of having the tablet, I now have flowers or something his girlfriend wanted me to deliver to him. I don’t expect him to be home because he’s out of town for training, but when I go to set the flowers on the coffee table there’s a chair to my left with a pile of blankets on top of it. I startle as the covers move and my brother appears from under them. I feel relived it’s just him, then chide him for scaring me when he’s not supposed to be home yet! He laughs and says, “I just told you last night where to find the tablet. Did you forget? Or did you think it was a ghost telling you where it was?” I glare at him, still feeling annoyed from my previous dream, then ask him if he’s called his girlfriend yet because she’s really worried about him. He says no, he just got home last night and was tired so he went straight to bed. He’ll call her in a little bit when He’s done waking up. Then I wake up.
2-22-12

Dream One: I spent the evening watching the two Dream Views sites fighting it out, the real vs. the hacked/fake one, and my first dream of the night was a blurry rehashing of that. In my dream, our dreams weren’t being monitored online, but rather in our heads, and every time we went to sleep alien hackers were hacking into our brain and watching our dreams trying to find those who opposed them. I don’t remember much beyond that concept though. I do remember praying to the “Dream Views Goddess” in the dream, who seemed more like a Joan Of Arc than a real Goddess, someone who existed and was fighting the aliens. I was praying that she would protect my dreams so that I wouldn’t be taken down by brain hacking aliens. Every now and them, my dreams get crazy conspiracy theory like enough to make even me think, WTF?! Lol
Dream Two: I was in the car with my husband. We were on our way to a house where we suspect someone who was trying to kill me lived. I have dream memories of being different from normal, that I had suddenly gotten myself thrown into a weird mystical war. It wasn’t one where it was like good versus evil, but rather one species verses another, where people’s allegiances were determined by what changed them, not their own personal beliefs. I wasn’t aware of what I was at this point in the dream, just that there was a prophecy of some sort. My husband is driving and the kids are in the back seat, I’m worried and stressed out, and my husband pulls into his old high school parking lot. He says he needs to ask someone for some advice, and I lock the car doors afraid to get out of the car. I feel like I’m safe in there. I see three skinny guys in girl jeans and black leather jackets with bleached hair smoking against a white sports car. I notice they’re watching my car and it’s freaking me out even more. I wonder if they’re the ones trying to kill me. So I lean over and hit the lock button one more time making sure all the doors are locked. The guys start laughing and walk up to my car. They’re surrounding it, one on either side and one in front of the car. Suddenly their faces and clothes warp and they look like skeletons in black cloaks, like grim reapers. They’re all wobbly like their bones are made of rubber or something and two of them are moaning eerily. The one on the driver’s side presses it’s self against the door and starts speaking in a moaning prophetic voice, “Kill the one who seeks your life or be killed by him. Then, only through rebirth can the prophecy be fulfilled.” I’m terrified of these things, suddenly hoping they don’t think about busting through the glass. Then my little boy crawls into the front seat with me and they vanish. He is unafraid, and doesn’t seem to have seen them. Out of instinct I fuss at him for crawling over the seats because he could get hurt, but inside I’m so happy because I feel like he’s saved me by scaring them off. He whines a bit about being bored in the back seat, but then my husband unlocks the car door and tells him to get back in the back seat. With all of us in the car, we get back on our way to where we think the man trying to kill me is. My husband drives past the right road, and I ask him where he’s going and he says he forgot the way. I tell him he just passed the road. He turns around and we go down the right road. When we get to the location specified in the prophecy there are a lot of people who look alike, like a whole family complete with grandparents and cousins and such, having a picnic and it seems to be a park. My kids are no longer in the car, but my dream self doesn’t seem to care they’re not there anymore, all I’m thinking about is that one of these people want to kill me. The whole family gives me glares, and I ask where the man who wants to kill me is. An old man says, “He’s not here. He’s running away from you and your damned prophecy! Why should I lose my son because of some stupid prophecy? He has done nothing wrong! He has not hurt you!” I feel the same way, but I don’t say anything, Instead I feel like there’s something important to my right. I turn right and start walking, then I feel like I need to go left again, So I turn left and start walking down a big grassy hill. Halfway down the hill I see a man laying on the ground. He’s dressed in holey shabby clothes with stains and has a red bandana tied around his head. I can tell just by looking at him that he’s the man who’s supposed to try to kill me, he’s the one the skeletons said I had to kill before he could kill me. He’s asleep. I still don’t want to kill him, but I know I have to do something, so I lightly kick his shoe to wake him up. I point my fingers at him like they’re a gun, and as soon as he opens his eyes I say, “Bang. If I really wanted to kill you, you’d be dead right now. But I don’t want to kill you.” The man jumps up quickly and pulls out a huge knife, probably a foot long with really jagged edges. He’s waving it wildly at me, and tells me, “I don’t believe you! You’re going to kill me. The prophesy said so! But I’ll kill you first!” We start circling each other with our hands clenching at our sides like in action movies, lol. I counter back at him, “I have so much to live for, and I’m sure you do too. Let’s just toss this prophesy bull shit out and live our lives. He counters, “No. My family is counting on me being the winner. If I fulfill this prophecy they will finally have a reason to be proud of me!” I reply, “Your family would rather have you alive and the prophesy unfulfilled than have it fulfilled and you dead!” Then he says, “They don’t care about me now, but they will when I am the victor of an ancient prophesy!” “I counter with, “They do care! And even if you don’t think they care, don’t you care about them? Wasn’t that little girl your sister? Is she in kindergarten yet? Do you think she wants her big brother to die?!” He replies, “She starts next year, but she’s the only one who cares. She’d be better off without her loser brother making her look bad!” He leaps forwards towards me with this knife, and I instinctually turn into a giant wolf (think of something like the shadow wolf Link becomes in Twilight Princess) and I lunge right back at him. I grab his wrist that is holding the blade in my mouth, and push him to the ground with my weight and momentum. He hits the ground with a thump and drops the knife. I turn back into myself, still straddling him, and I grab the knife he dropped and hold it above my head. I yell really loud in anger and frustration, and then bring it down as fast and as hard as I can into the ground an inch from his head. The guy is nearly crying in fear of his life, and I stand up. He’s cowering on the ground trying to figure out if he’s still alive or a spirit now. I hold my hand out and grumble at him, “You now owe me your life, consider this your death and be reborn as my ally.” The can is crying but gets up and thanks me. He says he has changed his mind, I was right, he doesn’t want to die or kill anyone. He realizes having almost died that his life, no matter how worthless it seems, it’s still worth the world. I tell him to go tell his family he’s safe, I have to track down the creepy skeleton guys because I think they’re the real enemy for making up these crazy prophecies that pit people against one another. I walk forwards and end up in a cave, then I can’t remember any more of them dream though I’m sure there was more to it.
Dream Three: I am in the car with my husband again. We’re driving in the dark down a dirt driveway or road, and there’s grass almost as tall as the car on both sides. The road turns and winds, so it’s often that you can’t see anything but grass all around the car, like being stuck in the middle of a field with super tall grass of some kind. There’s a lady in the back seat, and she’s really worried. She says it’s been three or four days since she’s heard from her husband and she’s worried the giant were-crocks have gotten him. The road opens up, and there’s a tree and a front yard, and a tiny yellow shack like house. There’s a tire swing on the tree swaying as if in wind, but the wind isn’t blowing the grass or the tree. I’m getting really creeped out. We pull up to the house, so close that if my husband opens the door he’ll hit the front porch with his door. The lights are on in the house and on the porch. There are two doors on the porch, one on each wall against the porch. The one directly in front of us has a closed screen door, but the actual door is closed. The other door looks like it’s made of slats of some kind and it’s closed, but light is peaking through the cracks between the slats. It looks like every single light is on in the house. I tell my husband not to open the door, he nods and says, “I’ll honk the horn. If he’s still alive he’ll come to the door. If he doesn’t we’re going to have to wait it out for an hour, and after that assume the worst.” He lays on the horn a few times. No one comes out of the house. The woman is crying. And this is where my son wakes me up, thankfully, lol.

Dream Four: I’m swimming at an indoor public pool. For some reason I’m expecting to have some books delivered to me, and I get out of the water to ask my mom who happens to be there as well if she’s seen anyone come in with them yet. She says no, so I get back in the water. I dive under the water, and see something brown on the bottom of the pool like two boxes. I swim to the bottom and fetch the boxes off the bottom of the pool. I look at the labels after I set them on the edge of the pool, and they are addressed to me. I open the boxes and they’re full of very wet manga. I am pissed. I take the volumes to the front desk and tell them I am a first time customer who was expecting a package today, and whoever accepted the packages in the office threw them into the pool instead of trying to find the person they should have been delivered to. The old lady in the office sighs and says she’s sorry, she’ll replace them. She takes the books from me and starts writing down the prices and adding them up on a calculator. I wake up.

2-23-12
Dream One (Fragment): I remember reddish orangeish brownish rocks, like you would expect to see in Arizona or somewhere. There was also a huge cave with water and dripping stalactites/stalagmites with a big pool of water. I don’t remember any of what I was doing in those, but I get the distinct remembering that I was not alone. I remember waking up, but it could have been a false awakening, and thinking I needed to write that dream in my dream journal. Then I recalled I still can’t log into Dream Views, and I vaguely recall there being another web site I used to write all my dreams on before. I think of some name, that I can’t remember now, and then roll over and go back to sleep. In reality there is no other websites, dream views is the first I’ve found dedicated to dream journals and lucid dreaming and such. I have however always sent my best dreams to my BFF over Facebook as messages. That could be what I was thinking of.

Dream Two: I’m not quite asleep yet, but I’m in that stage where reality and dreams tend to overlap. I’m rarely in that stage for long, but I roll over. When I roll over I feel a shift in the room, and I’m pretty sure it’s the spirit in the house moving from one side of the room to the other, but in my half asleep state of mind, I picture it as a giant white and grey wolf walking through my room. I freak out and roll back over to get a better look and I’m awake now so It’s gone.
Dream Three: I’m in a room, seems like a living room or a lobby. Beside me is Twig the Faerie (She’s a Renaissance Festival Circuit Faerie, and very cute!) We’re sitting on the floor and she’s giggling (Those who know Twig know she doesn’t really talk, lol). There is a HUGE girls bathroom behind me, where two heavier girls are doing their hair with the door open, talking to us loudly so their voices project out of the bathroom. Suddenly the back door opens, and a bald middle aged man walks in, driping wet and stark naked! I turn my head quickly so I’m not looking because it’s embarrassing me, and twig is giggling at him. The man starts talking, he’s mad because someone stole his towel from the shower and he thinks it was us. We insist it wasn’t us, but it’s a funny prank and we bet the boys did it so he’d come over to yell at the girls while he was naked. I’m studying my thumb very closely hoping he’d just hurry up and get out. He grumbles a bit more, then leaves, leaving a puddle in the floor. I start to clean up the puddle and Twig hops up and I notice that her wings are bundled up and hidden under her shirt, except that one seems to have gotten caught on her shirt and is peeking out and making the back line of the shit look wrong. I tell her to stop, and I fix it. She says, “Thank you so much! No wonder my wings were hurting so bad this morning!” and I’m happy to see she has a very high pitched and adorable voice to go with her adorable character. I tell her it’s not problem, but just then someone bursts into the room and the whole thing goes to pot. They had seen me fix her wing through the mirror, and called the cops, and they were going to take us into custody for being faeries! Twig pulls a string under her shirt that’s holding her wings down, and her wings fly out the back, shredding the shirt at the same time. It’s barely staying on in front, and the cops stop to stare briefly, then she flies up and the roof is gone, it’s just open night sky and we’re in a city instead of a living room. The cops come at me too, and I find a string under my own shirt that has the same effect as hers. I fly up, and we’re being shot at as we try to escape. I find that I can’t sly as high as I would like, and instead try to use my aerial height to boost my speed by diving and hoping to land far enough ahead of the cops they can’t find me. When I hit the ground I call out, “Goddess help me!” and the whole dream warps and shifts again. I’m back in the living room again, alone, but I can hear people outside. I open the back door the naked man had come in through, and find a beautiful landscape. There’s a stone porch, with wooden trellises hung with beautiful vines and flowers. The platform goes on for about fifteen feet ahead, and then there’s a curved walk way also made of vine covered trellises, that has an opening at the center. I start to walk in, and from inside I can see that if I go left I will end up on the beach and if I go right I will go to a wooded area. If I go forwards and out the other side of the walk way I will be at a long building. Then this little critter that reminds me of a sugar glider with a Koala head and EXTRA BIG eyes. I say, “awww, how cute! Come here little Chi Chim!” (I’m pretty sure this is a direct result of reading SpeedRacer to the kids before bed, and Chi Chim is my brain rehashing the little boys pet monkey’s name, Chim Chim just dropping or forgetting the first m ) The little critter crawls up my arm and rests on my shoulder for a minute so I can pet it. Then I hear my mom’s voice behind me. The little critter scurries away, and I turn to see my mom behind me. She asks me how I’ve been since I’ve moved here to be with others like me. I tell her I love it here, it’s so wonderful. Everyone can feel things, I don’t feel like I’m crazy anymore. She nods, and says it’s a really pretty place, she wouldn’t mind living here herself. Then, there’s a loud screech behind me. I turn around to see a bird of prey diving at what looks like Chi Chim. I freak out and run towards it, scaring the bird back and grab Chi Chim. But it’s not Chi Chim, it’s another cute critter that looks more like regular grey squirrel. I carry it up to where my mom is, and it curls up in my hands, happy and safe. There’s a group of other people laughing to my left, and I notice the bird of prey resting on one’s shoulder. I call out to him that what he’d done hadn’t been very nice, to which he replies his birds gotta eat. I show the squirrel critter to my mom, and tell her everyone here has a familiar or some kind, they always just show up shortly after we arrive in our stuff and take up with us right away. I tell her mine is named chi chim, he’s kind of like this little guy, but more independent and has much bigger eyes. Then I tell her he looks like my daughter’s toy “oogie” only with grey instead of pink and white stripes, and the size of a rat. To my right some girls walk up and start talking. I recognize them as the girls from the bathroom. One’s carrying a baby. She asks me if I want to hold her, and I say sure, “I set the squirrel down and hold the baby for a moment. I tell my mom that I was there when the girl gave birth, and the girl says she was lucky to have me there because I’d given birth twice and really talked her through the painful parts. My Mom says that’s sweet, and asks if she can hold the baby. The girl says sure, and I hand over the baby. Then I notice something funny about the girls eyes, they almost seem to flash like blue and yellow lights. I get a bad feeling like something was wrong, so I turn to walk away hoping not to be pursued, but the girls suddenly grow huge claws and start walking towards me. I turn and run back into the arched walkway, but the group with the falcon now has Blue and Yellow flashing eyes as well. I run the other direction towards the beach in the walk way, but there’s a guy there, and he’s got the yellow and blue flashing eyes too. He runs at me while everyone else is just walking, so I turn back around and go towards the long building I had seen when I first saw the walkway. I make it to the door, but then the boy leaps and knocks me through the door, to the ground. The floor of the building collapses and my back hits the basement floor hard. It hurts, but the guy had his hands around my shoulders digging his thumbs into my windpipe so I can’t breathe. I try to fight him but I can’t, I can’t stop thinking that he feels so familiar, and that he would never hurt me, something has to be wrong with him. Then I reach out and pull him closer to me, I manage to get his lips to mine and his grip on my neck loosens enough that I can gasp for breath and say broken up words. I continue kissing him until his hands drop from my neck completely. I’m gasping his name over and over trying to breathe but also get through to him past whatever is controlling him, “K, I know you’re in there, K please! K!” He grabs my head and pulls me closer and starts saying my name and I know I’ve gotten through to him but he just keeps kissing me, in full out make our territory now, which is definitely a first, in all the dreams he’s been in we’ve never kissed, let alone made out hot and heavy, and yet here he is groping me. Then I get the closest I've been to lucid in a LONG time. I can feel my body in bed, the sheets and pillows and even tell that I'm laying on my back, I just can't move because I'm still stuck in the dream (and honestly, I didn't want to leave! lol) At the same time, I was seeing K in a bed as well, with the dream super imposed on him, like a project on a screen for a split second. Then, I lost my awareness of my bed and everything, all I saw was the dream building and K back to dream "normal" . Suddenly he pushes me away and says, “Oh god, B, I’m sorry!”I’m not sure if he’s apologizing for trying to kill me or for making out with me, so I just say it’s ok, everything’s fine now. Then he says everything is not fine now, the others are still under something’s control , so we need to get away quickly. He runs out a door on the back of the building. I follow, and there’s a sharp hill to the left. He climbs into a barrel that’s beside the hill, and then climbs onto the top of the hill. I follow. Then there’s some time I can’t remember what happens, but we cross a road and there’s a building made of glass, like a green house. We walk in, I’m following K, and he seems determined about the path, like he’s concentrating on it and won’t talk to me. My Mom comes up behind us, and she starts to talk about stained glass and a project she’s working on. K tells me to ignore her and keep moving, but she’s my mom so I talk to her as I walk. She’s saying someone wanted a certain piece of glass because she liked the way the colors swirled in it, but the rest of the class broke it because they all wanted it to. Then when it was shattered the girl couldn’t use it anymore, and it was purple and blue swirled so she thought I’d like to have it. K says NO, firmly, and I have a bad feeling about the whole thing, so I just tell her no thanks. She keeps insisting I should have this piece of glass, and offers to make me something out of it. I tell her the whole thing gives me a bad feeling, and I don’t want anything to do with glass that someone else was wrongfully cheated out of. Then my daughter woke me up.

2-24-12
I didn’t sleep well last night so I only have two dream fragments and no real dreams to write about.
Dream One (Fragment): I was in a store, it looked like our local J.C. Penny at Christmas time, with lots of toys stacked up around the escalators. I was looking at a giant train set, the kind that was made for little kids to ride on. I decided it was too big and too expensive to buy for my kids, so I turn to walk to my right. There’s a table with a group of guys hanging out around it. I stop for a minute to see what everyone’s doing, and they’re playing some sort of card game. My first thought was it might have been magic the gathering, (I’ve never played the game, so I don’t know what it looks like when people are playing) but then I decide that even though all the cards are fantasy like creatures, it can’t be magic because my husband has some magic cards from his high school days and they’re all regular rectangular cards. The cards in this game were shaped like the creatures they represented on top with the bottom being a rectangular section listing the attacks and damage. Someone hands me a few cards and tells me to join in. I don’t know what I’m doing but I decide to try it out if someone will help me. The first card I have is a girl creature. It has a woman’s face and body with blue furry looking hair, wings, and a blue furry tail.

Dream Two (Fragment): I’m viewing this dream from third person, so it’s like watching a tv show or something. I’m watching Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and he’s in front of a house with a blonde woman in a pink house coat and her little girl who must be 7 or 8. He looks off into the distance where there is a blue and orange flame high above the trees. It looks very unnatural. He tells the woman and her child to go inside and lock the doors, he’s going to check the fire out. She tells him to be careful, then quickly pulls the little girl inside and slams the door. Angel runs at super vampire speed through the woods, and comes out at a road like an interstate or a big highway. There’s a big middle aged man standing next to a car that’s burning on the side of the road. The unnatural flames are coming from the car. The man tells Angel he knows what he is, and he is going to die like the filthy vampire he is. I wake up.

This member was with some guy. #1 had a short, choppy haircut. I didn't see the other guy. They were doing some weird thing where they put one finger under the strings of the guitar where you tune it, then strumming and picking also in a rather strange way.

The dvm would mess up a little, but made it OK by the way was strumming the guitar.

I do not particularly remember a lot of this dream, but I do remember bits and pieces that I would like to write down. My memory picks up standing outside of my old middle school, and I am standing next to a rather old individual that closely resembles some sort of elf. I am apparently a certain race that has been trained by this elf, and I am asking a few questions about various topics. When I asked "How long have you been training people?" he simply responded in a rather wise crack tone, "I've been training your people for billions of years". Just after he said that he cast some sort of magic on me and he flew away into the distance. I assume this magic was some sort of "Dragon speak" like the type on Skyrim. Shards of rocks began to sprout out of my body, and I started yelling as I circled up into the air. My voice was very loud, and with each shout a feeling of pure awe came over me and it was getting stronger by the second. I remember calling out for "Talos" and a huge dragon flew from the sky, bigger than anything I remember seeing within my dreams before.

The feeling that I had was simply mind blowing, words cannot describe, but epic would be the best way to confer the feeling. I soon find myself inside of the school setting within the halls with this giant dragon, and I seem to be questioning him as I pet him. I cannot remember the conversation between myself and this dragon, but I do remember that his words were wise.This has to be one of the most memorable dreams I have ever had simply because the scale of this dragon was just unimaginable, and the feelings of power and overall excitement were overwhelming.

So tonight was pretty interesting, first I became a TV character, then a model, and then I accidentally had my first WILD. I only wish I could remember more of the second dream, stupid false awakenings! And stupid me for not doing RCs!!

#1 - Possessing Penny [Non-Lucid]

I think there might have been a brief moment of lucidity in this one, but I'm going to list it as Non-Lucid because I'm not totally sure. It started out with me at a study group with Leonard and Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory and a couple random guys, we were individually doing these textbook assignments and obviously they were doing way better than me. I was embarrassed to be doing so badly so I put down my notepad and picked up my two (absolutely gigantic) binders and went to pick up a small pile of clothes I'd apparently brought with me as well, but I dropped them all because I was hurrying too much and ran out the front door (we were in some fancy house). Through the windows it had been nighttime outside, but on the outside it was daytime, and also I didn't notice this at the time but now that I think about it the second I got outside there was no sign of any house anywhere, we were by like my elementary school playground. Leonard followed me outside and at this point I became Penny! I was aware of the change, which I never am in normal dreams. Things got really vivid at this point, so I think I actually became lucid when I realized that was happening, but after that I went back to non-lucid but was still really excited about the transformation. Leonard started asking me what's wrong. He was crying and I started calling him Sheldon but I knew it was wrong, and then he corrected me saying it was Isaac. I gave him some excuse like I had a spirit trapped inside me or something, to get away with being Penny without having to know whatever she should know in that situation, and he asked me if I still knew that it was 1993, and I said yes, though I was still lying. (Also, 1993...?) I walked around people playing some sports and was just excited to be Penny, but after that I woke up.

#2 - You're My Angel [Non-Lucid]

I remember very little about this dream so it's basically a fragment, but only because of false awakenings. What I do remember is that I was some absolutely gorgeous and pretty tan woman, the way I thought of it at the time was I looked like a Victoria's Secret model. I was wearing some cute yellow bikini, and I was sitting at my computer warning people about the hacked DV. There was definitely more to it than that, but I had a false awakening where I wrote it down so I forgot some of the details, then ANOTHER false awakening where I wrote it down and forgot even more, so by the time I actually woke up that's all I had left.

#3 - Accidental First WILD [WILD]

I was lying in bed not really intending to fall back asleep after the last dream, so I stayed there awake for a bit but then I started to zone out and drift off a bit. Out of nowhere a dream scene formed around me almost instantaneously. There was a song playing somewhere in the background of my mind, and then I was in my parents' bedroom but there were a few tables set up by the bed that aren't normally there and some of my family members were walking around. Next to me were my cousins P and G, but they looked a few years younger than they are now. Everything was extremely vivid, basically indistinguishable from real life. I just thought to myself "Okay, this is interesting...." P and G were playing a game of Clue, I watched them for a minute and then P looked at me and said "Hey, how're you doing in the closet?" to which I responded "Good...?" I was a little caught off guard and didn't really try to stabilize or retain lucidity. I heard the song from the beginning start playing really loudly but still distantly again, and then the dream collapsed and I woke up into sleep paralysis. I didn't really realize what was going on though, I was hallucinating and my eyes were open so there was lots of confusing stimuli. I was getting a third-eye type visual of myself typing up the dream in my phone but I wasn't sure if I was actually doing it. Around my room I could see that my wall proportions were extremely distorted, the room looked almost triangular, and the light was quickly switching between nighttime and daytime. I could see one of my pillows hanging off the bed (which it actually wasn't) and it was covered in large piano keys. It was all incredibly weird, but then I woke up fully and realized I hadn't actually typed up the dream yet, so I got up and did that.

Hold on a sec.... If I had done a reality check when I was typing the dream in sleep paralysis, would I have been able to re-enter a lucid dream with my eyes open!?

But anyway, that's it for that night. Pretty interesting if I do say so myself, even if not incredibly detailed.