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Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in my family's garage, on the side my dad's car is usually on, but it wasn't in there. I was looking at some photos in an album. I knew I was about to get married, and my heart sank for a minute, because I thought that I was marrying someone other than Ryan. Then, I saw a photo of Ryan and I together, and I knew that I was, in fact, going to marry him. I got excited, and stayed excited throughout the entire dream.

Then, I was at some place that was going to do a photoshoot of our engagement, and my bridesmaids. We were sitting outside. There were some of my friends whom I would like to be in my wedding sitting in chairs. Courtney is one that I remember vividly being there. But there was a girl there whom I rarely talk to in waking life, Erica. I wondered what she was doing there. I also didn't see MK or Caitlin there. I figured they were off busy with something and couldn't make it.

I then remember looking through a photo album of pictures that were already taken of my wedding party and I. In a lot of them, I was sitting on a bed with a light, seafoam green shirt on under a wedding gown. A lot of my bridesmaids were around me in a lot of the photos.

Then, I remember seeing a program/menu for the wedding/reception. I then knew why Erica was there--because her mom was helping with the food for the reception. On the menu I saw something about crawfish (which I've never eaten in waking life). I thought that was interesting. I also looked for my bridesmaids' names on the program. I saw some of them, but some were hard to read.

Then, I was sitting next to Ryan inside this building that the photoshoot was in. We were sitting on chairs inside the edge of this pen that was fenced in with a low, black, fence made of metal bars. We were waiting to do this photo of him throwing the engagement ring to me, and me catching it. The thing was, he hadn't formally proposed to me yet. We just knew we were getting married since we had talked about it so much. I wanted a formal proposal, but it wasn't neccessary. At some point, I called him my boyfriend, and then said "Oh, I mean fiance". He then slipped the ring on my right ring finger, but it was too big. In fact, my pinky fit in it as well. I tried putting it on the left ring finger, and it fit better, but I was supposed to wear it on my right until we got married. I figured I needed to go get it sized at some point.

Then, Jeanne, a lady I work with, called us over. We walked to the other far edge of the pen, and she started giving us instructions on how the photoshoot needed to go.

Wednesday 30th March 2011
I went into a book shop and browsed for something that I might like. After a couple of minutes of searching, a book on one of the shelves eventually caught my eye.

I picked up the book from the shelf and inspected the cover; I can't remember what the subject of the book was, but I vaguely remember the cover having the colour red on it. Deciding to flip through the book, I leafed through the pages to find that they had been covered with layers of yellow tape. There were many strips that covered the whole page --none of the original text or images could be seen.

Going back to the inside cover of the book, I decided to peel it off so I could see what was underneath. Picking at the corner, I eventually got a good hold of the tape and pulled it off. It came off rather easily; and while sticky residue still remained, the ink underneath was left mostly unscathed. There was a pattern of some sort on that page; although I can't remember it clearly.

I decided to buy the book and attempt to take off the yellow tape from all of the other pages when I got home.

Last night I had the strangest dreams. It first started out when a friend of mine threw a party at his house. We all arrived, but everything gets foggy after that. I do faintly remember working on my friends computer because of something, but I don't remember what.

The next dream was really choppy in terms of how things progressed. Sometimes it would continue forward only to spontaneously move back giving me deja vu. I can't quite recall specifics, but I do remember being at my aunts house converted into a now zombie proof bunker. The first day was when a warning was given out telling people to look for symptoms in your neighbors. However, I went out investigating how everyone else was doing. Most of the neighbors were doing fine from what I remember, but most of us were stranded in our homes because our cars didn't work. I soon returned to my aunts house after finishing up a conversation with everyone. When it became nighttime, I went back outside to the car to try and turn it on. The strange thing was, is that there was a breathalyzer machine on the car that was both "there" and not. Almost as if it was popping in and out of existence. I put the key into the ignition and attempted to start the car, but it was just making those clicking sounds. My aunt then came out to see what I was doing. I told her to go back inside so that she doesn't get attacked by zombies. Then things went back to when I was asking around in the neighborhood about the how they were doing. This time, it was different because everyone was working on their cars rather than just standing around. Somehow I got back into the bunker area of my aunts house when we both heard a knocking from the backyard door. We stepped outside and saw a reporter holding a high definition camera with a female assistant by him. He said that he needed to take our pictures to record history, but I looked up to find a half decaying man missing both his arms and one leg, just standing there, ominously. It scared the living daylights out of me. The reporter and assistant just stood their with a dumbfounded look on their face. I snapped at my aunt and motion for her to get back into the house when I was saved by the alarm going off on my phone thus waking me up. xD

At least I remembered more detail this time rather than length or plot. Still, I can't help but feel a little closer to achieving a lucid dream considering I noticed that breathalyzer phasing in and out. P:

This dream was of me sleeping on the roof of a sky scraper in New York City. I bought a penthouse apartment of a 20 story apartment building so the roof would be mine and I could sleep under the stars. In the dream I woke up and looked into the sky and felt the joy of being able to sleep with the stars above me. I felt so close to them, then I looked around me and felt in awe of the buildings all around me. I saw the buildings that towered above me and some roof tops below me ; I was on one of the highest buildings. The tallest was just a short distance to my right, it was brick all the way up to the top, with black girders to hold the brick in place, and it was beautiful. Then I notice that below me the street seemed so far away. I was up so high and in my sleep I had rolled to the edge of the building and I was suddenly afraid to move. All my big fluffy pillows around me made me so comfortable but I was up against a chimney which only marginally kept me from falling off. I suddenly felt fear and wanted to move away from the edge of the roof. I started to shift and to get up, but as I did, my pillows fell off the side of the building to the street below. I was suddenly very scared to move . I was afraid that I could fall just like my pillows to the street below and die. I was paralyzed with fear. I awoke myself up too scared to keep dreaming, but I wanted to go back to sleep to get off the roof, so I quickly drifted off again back on the roof, this time I rolled away to safety and the dream ended; but I did not wake for a while. In the morning, the dream came back to me so strong and vivid. I remember the fear of falling to my death off the roof and how stressful it was, but it seemed worse to not go back to the dream. I felt the need to move to safety or I would remain stressed and never be safe again. So I decided to go back to the dream and I focused on the dream scene which helped me to return to the dream. All day I kept thinking of this dream and the fear that woke me, seeing myself on the edge of the roof so close to falling off.....A very vivid dream. It began so beautiful and relaxing but it suddenly turned into a very scary, life threatening situation. Life is stressful for me now so it is not surprising that I had this dream. Usually my dreams are so beautiful and peaceful, but lately I am bothered by stress and uncertainty.

Vivid LD was walking through an ally attempting to fly by jumping off various things. ended up at shays . There were people there. Jumped to my house walking on the street. Had a false awakening and grabbed on to the nearest object to become lucid. The tv was on. Had another fa. A girl came into my room. Had another fa where I went downstairs. Adam came out of his room.

Had another lucid. Grabbed a fence and tried to fly for a while around my house on the roof. Had a false awakening. A bear kept biting me. It turned out to be a stuffed bear. I laid on the bear and fell asleep. Had another lucid. Went around trying to have sex. Found some girl and had sex with her.

Had a random where a wise man said to me - "if you watch one channel throughout your lifetime, you live your life through one channel" was super impressive in the dream. Woke up with those words ringing in my head.

Worked at claim jumped and could fly super fast. I quit claim jumper to fly with lindsey to amsterdam. We were trying to map our way. I saw 2 moons everything was super vivid.

29.03.2011

Real life premonition... Earthquake!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream happened at 02:30 AM.

I had a FA in my bed, when suddenly, an earthquake started to happen. I moved away from my bed and ran with my wife outside home, just in case it fell on our heads.

I ran outside in my pajamas, but my wife was all dressed up. When we got to the street, the earthquake was still happening.

After a while, I woke up for real to write down the dream. It was 02:33 AM.

In the morning, I told my wife and she got mad at me. All the time I tell her I dream with an earthquake, she complains. She checked the earthquake site and there was an earthquake at 03:27 AM, an hour later... Causality? No way. I have tons of premonitions awake and asleep.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at work, but we had changed locations. Instead of being in the coffee shop, we had moved into a huge house ("coffee house", ha). It was on the square. It had many, many rooms and levels. It was easy to get lost in it. I was scheduled 2-close, and my friend, Rachel, had just been hired on. She stuck by me the whole time. My boss and our consultant were there. The consultant was dictating all the changes we needed to make and all the cleaning and moving that had to be done (very true to waking life events as of late). Rachel and I were just walking around while all the employees worked. I couldn't find anything to do, nor did I really know what they needed help with.

Rachel said she was going to leave early; she said Chad, her husband, was going to come pick her up. I wanted to leave early, too, but I didn't think I could get away with it without getting fired. I knew Rachel could because she was new. We went into a bathroom with many stalls, and the first stall was trashed; there was toilet paper everywhere. I said
"That's really gross." Rachel agreed. I wasn't happy about us having bathrooms with stalls as opposed to the small single-person bathrooms we had at the other shop.

At some point, I saw a flash of people trying to enter our old location, and seeing that it was closed.

I wandered off alone into an empty part of the house on an upper level. I ended up walking outside and down the street. As I was walking, I decided I needed to go back before I got lost or they noticed my absense. I turned around, and the coffee house was on top of a hill up a long driveway. I tried to run up the driveway, but my legs felt stiff, heavy, and tired. I was wearing rain boots, so I took them off, and carried them as I ran up the driveway and back to the coffee house.

Then, I walked into the room where everyone had been previously, and everything was quiet. I didn't know where everyone was. I walked into a living room-type area, and everyone was sitting down on and around a couch. They were celebrating someone's birthday. They didn't notice I had come in at first, and when they did, they didn't acknowlege the fact that I had been gone. I think someone invited me to have some birthday cake.

Then, I was outside, and I think Rachel was with me again. A girl asked me to come smoke some weed in the car with her. I had some with me, and I told her I would. I wasn't sure how Rachel felt about it. We got in the car. I don't remember ever smoking the weed.

~

I was watching some people walk down the street. I noticed that one, who was acting particularly silly, looked like Katherine. I commented on it, and Jarrod, and ex, who was apparently sitting next to me, said "Yeah, she does." I turned to my right, and he was there. We were sitting outside, and had been for a long time.

Then, we were inside his house, which was huge; it looked like my best friend MK's family's house. We were in the bonus room, sitting on a bed and watching TV. We saw this show that was showing cheerleading bloopers, but they weren't really that funny. It was middle and high school cheerleaders doing stunts, and they were falling and messing up. I didn't think it was funny because they were getting hurt. Jarrod and I were flirting with each other. He was being much more respectful towards me than when we previously dated; I noticed he didn't call me "girl" as much anymore, which I was happy about. We watched TV for awhile, when some people came in to clean the house. Jarrod said I had to go, but he'd see me the next day. Then, he said
"Oh, when they finish cleaning the 475 bathrooms, we should go get a cookie."
I pondered this large number for a minute, but didn't think much of it. I agreed that that was a good idea. We hugged. He then started to talk to me about the girl he's currently dating, who wasn't me (he got together with her in waking life after we broke up), saying he didn't know if he wanted to marry her. I don't remember what I said, or if I said anything. I knew I was thinking about the "honeymoon phase" of a relationship, and that he had passed it and didn't know what to do anymore. I think I commented on this. He kept saying, in reference to his relationship
"I don't know, I don't know..."

I left the room, and Katherine was there. She was talking about what we were going to do when we got back to their house (she was dating his roommate, who was bald with glasses). Then, I figured out I left my golden stiletto high heels (lolwut? I hate high heels in waking life) in the bonus room with Jarrod. I went in there to get them, and we ended up talking some more. I thought to myself something along the lines of
"He may be fine with us today, but tomorrow he may not be. I need to be on my guard." I was remembering the last time we were together, and the sudden change that I had noticed in his attitude before we broke up.

I looked at Jarrod, who didn't have a shirt on. I saw a tattoo of a purple and maybe green diamond on his chest. I figured it was a new tattoo, and looked down at his stomach to try to find the tattoo that I knew he had; one he has of a skull in waking life. I didn't see it, but I thought maybe it was lower than I had remembered and his pants were covering it. I also remember looking down at my legs and seeing how tan they were from sitting in the sun all day. Jarrod was very tan as well. I looked in my purse, and my wallet was very faded from the sun, but my purse was fine.

Then, I went up a small set of stairs leading down the hallway. I went into another bonus room, and Jarrod's roommate was in there sitting on the couch with a lot of small children. He was holding a little boy in his lap. He said if I was going to get a cookie, I wouldn't be able to experience "this", and when he said "this", he started to ruffle the little boy's hair very quickly. I laughed and said
"My hair would be a static mess!"
Then, one of the little boys said that if we all went out to get cookies, we'd have to come right back so he wouldn't miss some TV program.

First thing that happened is for someone reason Harry Potter HIMSELF went into my parents' house's
bathroom and for some reason (Uncle) Vernon wants him out of it. So there's basically a battle going outside the bathroom.


Than I with mom, and my sister + Harry, Ron &Hermione are all in a car with mom driving.
Next Thing I know Mom, sis and I (the HP characters disappeared) are in a city outside a museum and
for some reason there's a sale going on outside of the museum (either a sale or a protest) a protest-sale??.
Sis fingered a necklace that was for sale.


Than it went to mom and me standing outside a bus shelter (at night/cloudy day?-sis had disappeared/went back home??)
and waiting for a bus. Said bus never showed up. Than very close and oddly in a sunny spot, a group of college students
were sitting chatting on benches in a park around a statue. When we asked him they pointed us the way to a local Guest house/inn??

The blond hair female owner was hospitable and let us in (for free!!) and for some reason started to list off a lists of "guests" and for some reason said that one of the guests had nut allergies. and the next thing I know we ordered a GIGANTIC Asian food feast.
Mom and I plus the more full-time "guests"started eating the feast in the dinning room. The dream stopped just as I started to say "NOOOOOO!!!!" as the person with nut allergies almost took a spoon full of something that looked awfully like Chicken satay but it was
"bathing" in PB sauce.

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~5 min.

I woke up in a lucid dream car. Then I tried to fall asleep again, and I did. Then I was just walking around and just enjoying the feeling of the lucid dream. I did try to emagine Tania having sex with me a couple of times just because she's perfect!

I have been searching for a place to write my dreams...forgive me if they seem 'un-cool'.
This is a peice of my dream from last night;
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There are people all around me in my classroom, a mixture of the living and the dead. Some are ghosts and some are just normal. But strangley everyone can see them and aren't freaking out.
This is a world that knows about ghosts and lets them live among its scociety without question. These ghosts start out looking the same as they did before they died, no goulish features or anything. They can even touch and grab things without going through them.
But they don't stay like that forever.
If the dead interact with solid things, including people, to much, they begin to get this weird, crusty film over whatever part of them touches the most mortal things.
I remember talking to a dead girl, who was floating infront of me looking at her hand. She was describing to me what her hand looked like, even though I could see. "As dark and rouch as tree bark, but it has little sparkling things like diamonds in it. Weird."
And that bark thing that slowly began to grow all over their bodies prevented them from being able to interact with the living world for good.
And the worst part was that my best guy-friend was dead, too. I still don't know how he died in it, but he had just turned into a ghost and didn't have any simtoms yet of getting all, ghost-bark-like. I didn't want him to end up like that, but I also remember thinking, "If he's going to live forever, will I have to die to be the same for him?"
And then I recalled all of the ghosts having no film on they're faces, and I thought, "What happens when they kiss people?"
And then I woke up, and now I don't know whats would have happend if I hadn't.
I'm gonna tell my friend that he was in my dream. And he was dead.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I am in the countryside, walking up a path which leads to my house. (I have never seen this place)
The path leads up to the top of a small mountain.
The area isn't very populated, so I don't encounter many people on my way up.

I finally reach a small street, my house is at the end of it.
There's a few more houses, maybe 12 or so and a water fountain in the middle of the street.
For some reason I am attracted to the fountain, it is very beautiful, but I don't really know why.
As I approach it I start to question my surroundings and quickly realize that I am dreaming.

I am happy to have become lucid, but the feeling quickly vanishes.
In front of the fountain I find a dead wolf. He seems to have died because of a deep wound on his neck.
I feel odd. Seeing the dead wolf makes me kind of sad.

It starts to rain. Has it ever rained in my dreams? Does it rain because I am sad?
The sky starts clearing up and it stops raining, rays of light start poking through the clouds.
A small bird emerges from the light and lands on the fountain, looking at the wolf.

I have seen this bird before! It is the same as in the Dr. Who dream!
The bird looks at me for a few seconds.
Then he switches his attention back to the wolf.
He spreads his tiny wings and they start glowing in all kinds of colors.
Some glitter emitted from his wings lands on the wolf.

The wolf comes back to life and looks at the bird. They exchange a few thoughts, the wolf is thankful that the bird saved his life.
He runs away. I am amazed by what I just witnessed, but I still feel somewhat weird, although in a positive way now.
The bird takes off and lands on the hand of a girl.
I recognize her, It's Faye!
She looks different than last time though, but her aura is clearly the same.
She has long brown hair now and shimmering green eyes.

"What have you learned from this experience?"

I remember that WakingNomad has asked me this question a few times.

"He's a phoenix..."
"Yes, he is, so what does this mean?"
"I don't know... what does it mean? We are in my dream bubble aren't we?"

Faye gives me an affirming nod.
She acts very mysteriously. Yuya sometimes does that as well.
I kind of like it though, I've always been a fan of mystery.
She wants me to keep thinking, I'm supposed to come to a conclusion.

"So this phoenix, he is part of my imagination?"
"A projection of your subconscious the people on your forum would say."

I think this is the first time a DC has made a direct reference to DV.
Faye talks about how in my dream bubble, everything that I don't actively create is a projection of my subconscious.
I already knew that, and she knew that I did, but she's trying to make a point.

"So where does this idea of a phoenix come from?"
"That is the question. Knowing the question is half of the answer."

I really like the way she is speaking, it is so mysterious, yet it is very clear that she is leading me onto the right path.
I look at my left arm and spread my own wings, which I use to navigate the dream plane.
I remembered correctly, the wings on my left arm do look exactly the same way as the wings of the phoenix.

"When I use these wings to teleport, that is actually a phoenix ability."

I say this more as a realization than a question.
And after saying it I know that I am right.
I can use these wings to move through the fabric of space and easily navigate the dream plane by doing so.
I can also heal other beings, but the ability is far too complex for me to do anything major.
I could never revive someone, not even a very simple being, such as an insect.
The sheer amount of energy this would require is beyond my imagination.
I remember that I have used these abilities many years ago in my dreams.
My vision is blurry, I assume the dream is about to end, I feel like I should thank her before it does.

"Thank you, I have indeed learned many things from this experience."

I say this quite awkwardly, I am a bit shy.
Faye approaches me and whispers into my ear.

"I am your dream guide you know, this is what I do, maybe you should ask me for help more often..."

I was just waking up. My dad had parked his car in my bedroom, or my bedroom had became the garage. Anyhow, there were people hiding behind cars and in the shadows. They smiled when they met eye contact with me.

I didn't bother even getting ready for school and just hopped in the car.

"Hey," I heard a dark whisper of a man. It was still dark outside so I could barely make out the silhouette. Apparently, this guy was my exboyfriend.

"I'll drive you to school hun" He said. I didn't really remember this guy too well, was he even ever my boyfriend? I didn't trust this guy. He hopped in the car anyways and he drove off.

He was speeding, swerving, and not even driving the right way to school. I told him to turn around or else I wanted out of the car.

"Ok!" He cheerfully yelled, slammed his foot on the break and did a U-turn.

As soon as I thought that PERHAPS I would be on time to class, he made a wrong turn (it was right for him, ofc) and he laughed saying that I should know him better than that. It was an awful drive.

I finally made it inside the building and swore to myself that I would never let that freak in the car again. I looked at the time... 7:34 ... I was going to be late! I realized that I didn't even have my books. Grrr.

I took off to first hour, but started flying up in the air...Huh..Interesting!

I thought to myself how this only happens when I am dreaming and that this is a dream sign. I did a reality check and I had six fingers!

I continued to float around for a bit, enjoying the zero gravity. I did summer salts and flips. Then I realized - Oh! I am DREAMING. I have some stuff to do!

I knew that I had to find Nephanim, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do that. I wandered out of the building and looked the the sky. Our plans were to meet on the moon, but it was a perfectly clear day so there wouldn't be much in the way of reference points. I could always make reference points, but the thought of trying to fly up there still shook me a little.

I decided to find other means. At first I walked into the building again and tried calling him, but there wasn't much success. The strange thing was that I wasn't calling him by Nephanim, but something else. It may have been his dream name, I'm not sure. But I remember thinking that I should probably start calling out Nephanim instead of this other name.

I walked back into the school (which really wasn't a school anymore) and found a fridge. I told myself that inside this fridge would contain useful objects, stuff I could use to perhaps find him.

I opened the fridge.

CHOCOLATE MILK!!!

Being lactose intolerant in real life, I gladly took this opportunity to drink the chocolate milk to my heart's desire. But I also had other plans for the jug of chocolate milk.

I took the jug of chocolate milk and flew outside and on to the roof of the building. The roof was about 2-3 stories high. People were outside enjoying the sunshine. When people came out of the building, I would pour my chocolate milk on them. It was entertaining.

Oh...right...I have to find Nephanim!

I flew back down from the roof of the building and landed on the pavement. I noticed that people were gathering outside for a marriage ceremony of two men. I realized that pouring chocolate milk on people in marriage might look bad on any kind of dream analysis...

I went back to my Fridge, spawned more items inside of it, and opened the door again. This time, there was vegetable oil, my cell phone, a strange fruit drink mixture and a decapitated head. I picked up the decapitated head and the fruit drink and left the other two objects behind. I examined the head closely...She was alive! But dead. She looked very old, I could see all of the wrinkles in her face and her eyes looked like a brown and blue supernova. She had white hair, but her countenance resembled that of a bird. She looked mean. If I made a facial expression, she would copy it. She wouldn't talk to me, but just mimic my expressions. She looked like someone I know...But I couldn't figure out who...I kept staring into her eyes, they stared back into me daringly.

"She thinks that I am Russian just because I have a Russian accent!" I heard a lady from behind me. I turned around to see a woman (who looked Russian despite her protest) standing with a small girl. I wasn't sure if the woman was talking to me or the girl.

"Hey," I greeted the woman. We walked down the hall together. I told her about my fridge of useful items.

"It's pretty cool, but I realize that the objects are only as useful as I make them." I explained, thinking of my chocolate milk fiasco.

"No. Your mind makes the items only as useful as you allow them to be." She responded in her think accent. She talked very cryptically, and sort of looked that way too. She had brown hair that was in a bun, and her cheeks had a pink blush. She was wearing a black outfit.

"I was able to spawn this drink, it tastes really cool. You should try it." I handed the drink to her. It was red and yellow.

She instantly moved back, repulsed.

"No no no! The fumes, they are choking me!" She exclaimed.

I was in shock for a moment, then puzzled at how a smell could choke someone.

"You're lying, a smell alone cannot choke someone," I replied, in a bit of an accusing manner. She continued to act out as if the smell of the fruit drink was hurting her. At first I thought that perhaps it was, but this wasn't logical unless she had some allergy to it, and even so it couldn't truly "choke" her.

"LIAR!" I yelled out, mad that she was putting on a scene.

She stopped her fit immediately and smiled.

"So, you do think and understand," She whispered as if this were an epiphany to her, or some kind of test.

Realizing that there was a chance that this DC could perhaps possess some intelligence, I asked: "Do you know where I can find Nephanim?"

"Yes! Turn around, and I will draw the map on your back." I turned around and felt the ink pressing against my skin. I knew this was some kind of riddle again. I wouldn't be able to see the map on my back, so I tried my hardest to picture what she was drawing inside my head. I tried to make out the shapes from the pressure of her hand. This is what I saw in my head:



The two triangles may have been two domes, I wasn't sure.

"You are ready to go now." The lady said in her thick accent, and I awoke.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I wake up in my current room, go out to the kitchen, and start attempting to make coffee. The coffeemaker is big and complicated, with lots of buttons, and I can't figure out how to use it properly. While it's percolating, I decide to take the carafe out [I don't remember why], and press the Stop button, but it doesn't stop completely. Six thin jets of coffee continue to come out of it, streaming down onto the heating element and boiling and sizzling away. I look in the cupboard for breakfast, and find lots of mini-donuts and other packaged foods there. All the time I'm getting breakfast, my mind is on the fact that I have to get out of the house in time for my 8:00 A.M. meeting. [I actually had such a meeting coming up in the morning in real life, and it was on my mind as I went to bed, so, not surprisingly, I dreamed about it.]

I have another false awakening in which I check the time on my cell phone and see that it's only 6:17 A.M. Good; there's still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

I woke up, for real this time, at the end of a sleep cycle, and said sarcastically, “Well, that was wonderful.” I didn't bother to get up to check the time on my phone.

I'm on my college campus, walking around outside the dorm buildings, which are big and L-shaped and multistory. I'm trying to get to my room, which is room number 16999-A (that is, bedroom A in suite number 16999). I stop and talk to a resident assistant (RA), who asks me where I'm going. I tell him [her? not sure], and he [she?] consults a list and says that someone else is already in that bedroom. I know I'm supposed to be in that room, and I say so, showing the RA the key I have to that suite. He [she?] permits me to continue on and go to the room.

I continue walking, outside, among the dorm buildings. I pass another RA at the entrance to a new part of the complex of buildings, and speak to her as well. She tells me that there's a game of Sardines going on in that part of the complex, and offers me a raffle ticket, which shows that I'm participating in the game. I accept it and continue walking. I find the entrance to suite 16999, which is at the corner of the long, narrow building, on one of the longer sides. I stick my head in the door, but don't go in. [So I never did find out whether or not anyone else was in my bedroom.] All throughout this part of my dream, my mind is still focused on the fact that I have to make it to an 8:00 A.M. meeting.

I continue exploring around the sunny side of the building. There are basketball and handball courts there; it looks a lot like the playground of an elementary school. The sunlight is very bright and cheerful. On the other side of the courts from the building, there is a chain-link fence on the border of the playground. On the other side of the fence is a river.

Not far from the playground is a covered pavilion housing the queue for a tram that offers tours of the campus. It's the same kind of tram used at the parking lot at Disneyland. The tram passes through, setting out on its tour. A group of five students with ski masks on, their heads wrapped in white cloth, and dark sunglasses are walking alongside the tram. They're tour guides, and this is their on-campus job. They're holding a series of signs that say something like, “Be sure to pay your tram driver.” I wave at them as they pass, and they wave back. As the tram pulls out of the pavilion and drives away, a group of five or six people runs out of the queuing area, trying to catch up with the tram. They wanted to get on it for the tour, but they got there too late.

[Dreamskip.] I'm walking across a parking lot. I recognize that I'm dreaming, and that I've had this dream before. [Now that I'm awake, though, I don't remember having had it before.] I begin to concentrate on my feet, watching them move as I walk. I'm wearing dark red-brown, slip-on, closed-toed shoes with big bows on the toes that are made of the same shiny, leather-like material as the rest of the shoes. As I approach my car, I attempt to ensure that my computer backpack will be in the trunk when I get there by expecting it to be there this time. It doesn't work. Other stuff is in there, but no computer backpack.

Some guy starts talking to me as I look into my trunk. My boss is there, too. The other guy gives me a long, ornate, old-fashioned, brass key with a long, thin black string tied to the loop on one end. When he gives it to me, he says something like, “These instructions are very important. You must never let this item leave your possession.”

“Because it represents my soul?” I ask.

“It represents a lot of things,” he answers. I infer that my soul is one of those things.

[I don't remember the rest of the instructions, but they probably included the following information, because I do remember knowing it:] I understand that this key is a skeleton key. It's not just an ordinary skeleton key, either; it is magical and can unlock any door in the dream world.

That guy, my boss, and I go exploring somewhere else together. I use my key to unlock a door at one point. At another point, I ask that guy, “Do you have a name?”

“Karim, or...” he begins.

“Karim,” I say. “Okay.” To me, the way he said “or...” after his name implies that he has many names, and I'm welcome to use any of them, but I just go with the first one he says.

Karim, my boss, and I are climbing a ladder up through a narrow shaft. I look up and am intimidated by how long the shaft is, but I can see the top of the ladder, far away. [That's the last thing I remember from this dream.]

When my alarm finally went off, I was relieved that I was back in reality, and that there was still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

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Side notes:

I don't remember having the high level of conscious self-awareness in this dream that I've had in past lucid dreams, but if I started trying to use dream powers, I must have known that I was dreaming. Also, when I was receiving the instructions about the key, I was definitely aware that the context to which those instructions applied was my dreams, which I was in.

Have I met my dream guide? I can't say for sure. I feel uneasy about it. What I can say is that I hope Karim and the key show up in future dreams.

I was up visiting Mac at Utah State when I tried to turn into a busy parking lot and missed the turn. I kept driving, I was in my Expedition, and came upon another point where I could turn into the parking lot. I turned in there and saw that he was driving his truck away and I had missed the opportunity to say hello. I drove out of the parking lot and turned down what looked to be main street. I ended up on a bike somehow and was no longer driving a car. I rode down into main street and there was some carpeting lining the ground and there were people in blue and white sparkly jumpsuits lined up along the road that intersected the one I was on. I got onto the road and saw that there was to be some kind of winter themed parade going on shortly so I quickly crossed the street and said to myself, "Man, now I'm going to have to find another way around."

One of the guys dressed in a blue jumpsuit said, "Well, at least you don't have to do flips down the street."

I got across the street and was now walking with my brothers Drew and Logan. In front of us was a wall that was full of toys like at Wal Mart and behind us was the street that the parade was going to be on. We were checking out these toys when a man came up behind us and started yelling, "They aren't supposed to be back here! Get them!"

We took off down this row of toys and eventually the street opened up into a big toy store. We took a left and I saw a wind up helicopter lying on the table in front of me. I grabbed it and wound it up to throw at one of our persuers. I said, "Well, obviously you haven't had a helicopter thrown at you before," and threw the helicopter at him. He got hit in the head but that didn't phase him. The persuers ended up catching us somehow and we were now in this room that looked like an interrogation room that had one door and a large mirror on the other side. There was a table with three chairs around it in the center of the room. I was sitting at one end of the table and there were two men on the other side. My brothers were in separate rooms. I don't really remember much from this part of the dream. My brothers got into the room somehow and we fought off the guys and they got knocked out. Suddenly the window burst open and there were three girls standing out there. The window opened to show another street with the three girls standing there and a truck behind them. Somehow we knew they were here to capture us. I said to them, "You know you can come with us and we'll keep you safe." They looked at me and said, "Well, you did save the queen right?" I said, "Yes, we did." They came with us and we all got onto the truck.

Me and Logan were on motorcycles and Drew was driving the truck. We were on a reddish brown rock road heading for a canyon and were being chased by a bunch of the guys from before. We went off a jump and hit hard on the ground but we all managed to stay on our motorcycles. We went off a second jump and we didn't fall off again. Then the walls of the canyon began getting closer and Logan hit my motorcycle with his and knocked the girl off. I told my brothers, "Go on without me, I'll get her." They kept going and I turned around to save her. I never got to her.

We were now in a grocery store and we were shopping around for some stuff so the girls could fit in to normal life. Apparently they weren't from earth or had never been part of regular society. We were looking for clothes when one of the girls went to the front of the store and saw their king. He had come to take them back to where they had come from. She came back and told us this and I said, "We need to use the emergency exit."

The girl went back to the front of the store and turned into a vampire and began fighting off all the kings men. The other girl opened a chest that was on the ground and began throwing out pieces of armor to me and Logan. Drew had disappeared at some point previous. The armor was leather but when you put it on it fit to your body perfectly. She also threw me a sword that was supposed to attach to the back of my hand but it wouldn't so I just used it regularly. I was fighting a man with two swords and wasn't doing to well. He cut me across the face and I was starting to lose the fight. He brought both of his swords up for a killing blow and I saw a weak point and cut him from his neck down into his stomach. The blade didn't do any actual damage and he brought his sword down flat on top of my head. He said, "Ha! I killed you."

I responded, "No, I am wielding a shardblade," and he died. We ran back to the emergency exit and went into it. It was a restroom with a door inside that led to somewhere else. Me and the girl went into this door and Logan stayed behind to distract the other guys. At this point I became lucid for a moment because the girls pants were white when we went into the room but when we got out she was wearing red pants. I lost lucidity soon after this. The room we got into was what looked to be another bathroom but the back wall was gone and there was a forest beyond it. Further up on the left wall of the bathroom was another door and we saw a woman go into it and she called for us to follow. We did and we were in what looked like a school to train people like the girls we met. After much following we came to some stairs that led down and I went down them to follow this woman. She was gone and we were now in a grove with a wooden staircase leading down from the ledge we were standing on.

At this point I woke up.

I am positive that the following dream sequence contained more than I have written below, but for the life of me I cannot recall what those extra tidbits might be. I believe it may have had something to do with the sewer scene, but I am at a loss.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The earliest recollection in this dream placed myself, I believe my father, my friend Mike (the dream image of which I am starting to believe may be my DG, given how often he has been showing up lately) and a woman with whom I used to work, Kari, in a sewer, knee-deep in sludge. There was no indication as to why we were in this location, but I got the impression we were searching for someone of something. Kari and I are chatting and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye, from around the other side of a brick pillar. I peek around the pillar and notice some kind of strange, humanoid creature, clearly female and glowing blue. The creature takes off as soon as it sees me and escapes into a large round drainage pipe. For some reason this encounter does not faze any member of my party and this apparently was not the thing for which we were searching.

Next, I am on the back porch of an older, run-down house at night. It is snowing lightly and is pretty chilly outside. Mike and I are having a discussion on the porch and gesturing to the right, beyond the fence in the backyard. On the other side of the fence is the back parking lot of a police station. There is a path that runs through the backyard directly in front of us and up to a gate in the fence leading to the police station grounds. Mike points out a police SUV with a trailer attachment on it (like the ones landscaping trucks pull containing their equipment). A uniformed police officer is moving lawnmowers onto the trailer and Mike comments “They are getting ready to move out for the search.” I ask Mike why they would need lawnmowers for such a search and his answer (which I cannot recall) seems to satisfy me (damn my illogical unconscious mind!).

Down the path in front of the Porch walks Kari, wearing a black winter overcoat and one of those puffy Soviet winter hats one always sees in Cold War-era movies, complete with a red star. I walk down to meet her as she nears the gate leading to the police station and she informs me that she has found exactly what we, and apparently the police, were looking for. It is a serial killer that she mentions by name, which I cannot recall but I think it sounded vaguely Latin.

As Kari informs me of her find, the police officer who was loading lawnmowers onto the trailer approaches, apparently having heard our brief conversation and congratulates Kari on her stupendous find; they will proceed to arrest the individual immediately. I congratulate Kari, but am slightly perturbed that she made the find and not I.

I awake and perform my RC.