non-lucid

Escaping from some guys trying to catch me and my friends.

False awakening angry that the deild alarm didnt work. Read the time and found that AM and PM were interchanged.

So this dream was somewhat unusual and did tick me off somewhat.

During the whole dream I wasn't lucid, and I also wasn't physically present, I only saw things from 3rd person perspective. The dream basically consisted of me seeing various kinds of monster girls (hence girls with animal traits like tales or wings) in different situations, all of which ended with an more or less violent death of said girl. There were some explanations about some of them, most notably one nicknamed 'Scales' because of the fact she had dragon feet, hands, wings and a tail, which where covered with yellow scales. Her scales could prevent any damage or piercing but the pain from impacts (like arrows) was still the same, just as if the arrow would dig into the flesh. She was hunted and in the end pain paralyzed by a storm of arrows, then carried to some village where the population mob most violently and brutally killed her by ripping her into 2 parts, the dream showing how how her legs and hip separated from her upper torso. All of these incidents where caused by a king called Rufus who spread hate and racism.

I suppose I might make him a target in one of my future dreams since blowing him up for messing with my dreams would certainly be appropriate.

~My house was completely underwater. I still lived in it. One day, me and my sister swam for what seemed like hours, and everything was colorful and beautiful. There were big tubes of all different colors in certain locations that you could swim through to get to another room, or outside. Our entire property was underwater: about seven acres. I remember becoming a little nervous, because I had the feeling we were both going to be late for school, and I was afraid we were going to forget to come up for air every once and a while. I went off on my own for a while, and when I swam back into my living room, I find my sister sleeping on the couch. I woke her up so she could go outside and get some air at the surface. The entire dream was very realistic and beautiful.


~It started off as a nightmare, where I was a baby and my mom was playing these 'games' with me and the guests in our house. The games mostly consisted of me being thrown from one end of the room to the other. I was completely helpless, so it was actually pretty scary. After a while of this, I decided just to stand up. When I did, I was back in my 17 year old body. I walked up to my mother and told her "You can't do this to me anymore, I am 17." She stared at me for a moment, then she went and got a little machine that looked like a mini guitar amp and pressed it against my chest. It beeped and showed a number, i think it was 42. THis apparently was some sort of baby detector, because she said plainly, "You're a baby." Horribly enough, I suggested she would just play these games with my little brother or sister to take the pressure off of myself. We were walking upstairs, i think for her to decide who she wants to choose, and I was wishing i could just escape. Then, without a reality check, I simply just remembered I was dreaming and ran upstairs for a window. Mom opens the window for me, not sure why, and i try to climb out. I got a little stuck, and got a terrible feeling that my mom was holding me back. Then, I remembered this feeling is just my own subconscious, and pushed through. I soared through the clear sky for a while, It was exhilarating and wonderful, as flying would be. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, and decided when I woke up, I would be someplace else. When I opened, I was in the dark bedroom of a guy I used to be in love with (i dont use that term lightly) . He was sleeping. I crawled on the floor and into his bed... which is when I experienced a false awakening :/ I woke up in my own bed, sitting up straight. I layed back down and closed my eyes, which is where I actually woke up.

I was at this one airplane school and then I heard something about a president in high school somewhere.
I decided to sneak out of it and go to the school. I entered the school. climbed a whole bunch of stairs for some reason and then finally got to meet this president. It was My Ceramics teacher from highschool.
After it was al over, met a couple of friends on the way back.
They were all saying things like "Hey man, what happened to you at Junior year?"
What do they mean what happened? "What do you mean?"
they said something and then I told them all lies about me just to get them of my back because I really didn't know what happened.
I went down stairs then I woke up.

Morning of December 26, 2013. Thursday.



In my dream, I am in an unfamiliar garage in Wisconsin, it seems, although my wife Zsuzsanna is with me. There is a tall, thin stack of smaller boxes of books that falls over without causing any damage. We seem to be moving a few things around. I notice a heavyset man staring at me from the opening to the garage (the opening apparently to the east). He walks into the garage and stares at me intently, looking into my eyes.

“Why are you an alien?” he says in a way almost implying cross-examination. He seems to have a special gift to see the “different wiring” within my physical nature and brain design - something people usually seem to sense but do not comment on, or maybe they recognize that I am only pretending to understand what people are saying to avoid confrontation.

“Because I am not you and am not like you,” I say calmly, but in a slightly patronizing way. I do not like him at all and do not look away from his intense and unduly patronizing gaze. He seems to be of the conspiracy-theorist “everything is doom or devils or aliens” mentality; the type who spends time considering all manner of fictional systems and completely unfeasible potential of the countless fraudulent “lunatic fringe” websites. (I recall a small plastic “device” from a New Age magazine years ago which I got just to see what it really was. It was supposedly designed to improve health by having some sort of “protective field” move out from the wearer’s body. When I took it apart, I saw that all it was was a small circuit-board in which the sole function was to make the small light flash on and off. Hilariously stupid.)

The chubby unknown male soon attacks me physically but I grab him and stretch him out somehow until all that is left of him is his belt. I go to the garage entrance and throw this belt out into the alley as two girls are walking by, heading north (I believe we are at the north-side of La Crosse). He somehow screams for help (as a belt, but changing form a bit, including a brief period as a rattlesnake) but they do not notice. Eventually, he is able to “regenerate” himself, but is more overweight than before and dressed in mismatched clothes, some of them women’s clothes - in about three layers. He is also wearing a periwig and starts yelling about aliens again, while shaking a golf club at me. I also notice, at this point, he is about a foot shorter than before.

I tell him sternly and very seriously, “the fact that people like you are allowed to run around promoting false systems and false ideologies and leading other people astray is proof enough that humans are not fit to occupy this planet”. (By that, I seem to be perhaps illogically inferring that both the con artists and the victims are “unfit”.) From here I wake.

12.26.13

Last night bed 1:08 - 7:46

I'm in a south american country, maybe peru. I'm on a dusty hill with just a few shrubs. On the bottom are few houses, leaning onto the steep slope. One seems like a small local restaurant. (that day watched episode of Bizarre foods, where they were joking about eating half digested small fish from larger fishe's stomach) There is a throw up on the ground and I'm pulling a garden hose closer to hose it off.

I'm standing up high on the retaining wall and chasing dirty water into the canal grates. Somebody is picking through it, and I have a feeling that's the host from Bizarre foods. We are about to leave, so this is a last thing before I leave. But first I have to shut down the water. So I walk on the hill slope to the nearby baseball field (watched episode of Modern Family that night, in which Carol built a baseball field out of the dusty, only few shrubs vacant lot).

I get down to the dugout to look for pipes to shut the water off. I find someone else to help me figure out the correct wheel to turn.

Now we are on a local bus, either ready to leave, or already on the road. But we are stopped now and gunman with kalashnikov's are boarding. I have a feeling now that we are still in Peru, but also in Afrika, because of the looks of the gunman.

Just before they boarded, someone on the adjacent seat is showing someone his machine gun. I recognize it immediately. It's Berrett M60 and I say so, as I admire it. I pick it up and and check it out. I notice, that my hands are unsteady because of it's weight and I realize I would need to use a bipod to shoot it effectively. http://www.allmilitaryweapons.com/20...ult-rifle.html

Someone else has another assault rifle. When these gunman are about to board, I switch seats and sit down next to the guy with assault rifle. It's wraped in a t-shirt and I'm urging him to pull it out and shoot the gunman. But he is scared.

I return to my seat. As the gunman walk through the front door of the bus, I sense danger. These are types of people, that will smack you in your face with a rifle butt without any reason. So I raise my hands and lock them behind my head. I bow my head down slightly to show them I'm no threat to them, and to avoid direct eye contact. I'm not scared, I know I will be ok.

They walk past me and I watch them in a rear view mirror pull a young african girl out of her seat. I know exactly why and I wonder if same will happen to me. One of the gunman stands behind me and starts to feel me up, if I'm worth taking.

Then I see the guy with a machine gun running away from the bus, down the dusty hill, to escape. I yell at him to wait for me.

Now I'm in some kind of a fox-hole with others. I'm looking at my assault rifle. It's very modern, all black composite materials. The barrel has deep ridges. It also has a short scope. I look through it and I can't see anything. So I look at the scope and it has a slot end cap. I like it, it means I can still see through it, but the sun reflection from the glass will not give away my position. But now it's all closed so I turn the small lever to open it. Just in time, because we are being overrun. I raise it up and start firing single shots. Every one of them hits the taget. Attackers are falling down left and right. Some of them outflank us and start lobbing granades. I pick them up and lob them back. No real sense of danger.

Background info: I used to be so addicted to orchids as a hobby that I acquired too many. Once my interest in the hobby waned, I was left with too many plants, a maintenance burden, and yet a reluctance to let go. My mother gave me another orchid for Christmas and a dear friend also gave me another orchid. So now I have too many plus two new ones.

In my dream I discovered that one of the new orchid plants had vines growing around it that I had not noticed before. The vines were choking it, and then I noticed that they were also embedded inside the orchid plant, so a parasite that could not be removed and would kill the plant. In addition I discovered that there were ugly disgusting white bugs in the box of the orchid. the orchids do not have such boxes in reality, but in the dream there was a cardboard box / case around the orchid plant, and when one pried open the cardboard box, there were those disgusting bugs, and I just knew they would eat the orchids, and then I saw they were everywhere in all my orchids, had spread from the new ones. I would loose all my orchids because of one of the new ones.

I remember when I woke up there was also a memory of another dream, but now it is gone.

Soo happy - pure DILD without WBTB - I recognized being at my childhood home with my mother.
Did RC - and actually I have been thinking, that my fingers being not countable might be pure expectation - since in the past I had just seen my hands normally.
And so it was - counted 5 fingers on each hand - I knew somehow I was dreaming anyway, though - and convinced myself with nose-plug.
I stabilized with handrubbing and with turning around slowly.
I had read, that the spinning, which is meant to stabilize should be done slowly.
And it worked - seems my brain produced ever clearer surroundings by me relatively slowly turning around and taking it all in.

I did this twice more in that dream, and found it a real help with sub-optimal optics.
I mostly did have suboptimal optics - but could freshen them up like this.
This time I started out with remembering, what my goals were.
And they were step two for comp. - basic summoning, and then I wanted transformation in that arctic wolf.
But the snowman also came to my mind.

So I started by imagining a necklace a bit like the one from my last lucid in a drawer.
It wasn´t in though - but a chaotic assortment of socks and gloves and folding umbrellas.

So I tried it with the door of the house - really convincing myself, that a certain friend of mine would stand on the other side.
I hope it counts, that another guy stood behind that door??

So then I went out - left that guy standing - he wasn´t overly animated anyway - and went out.
Flew around a bit - looking for snow - and it worked again, that from seeing something white - I was able to transform the landscape a bit in the difference into a winter-scene with thick snow lying on the ground.
No need to let it snow.
On the way - twice a DC wanted to lure me into doing something else - but I told them, I had no time.
Then I tried to transform into an arctic wolf.
The only thing I managed was feeling white hair growing from my body everywhere - and that took ages - somehow I gave up - thinking - common - December almost through - do at least that snowman.

And I did - a small one - maybe 40 cm all in all - but from real snow, and this time I had some stones and branches for a face and it looked nice and friendly.
Then I animated it - that was quite easy - I just pretended it was a dancing decoration snowman already - and it started dancing - it had two snow-ball feet (not from me..) and hopped from one to the other to a melody which he somehow caused himself.

Very happy with the achievement - I woke up.
Probably somehow on purpose - having thought, I had done all there was to do in that LD.
Weell - I don´t regret it.

One normal dream:

Something I have dreamt before - I had finished school already - and had gotten a good mark overall - but suddenly this was not enough for some reason and I had to do the last class again.
With younger classmates - some people I knew from real life, who were much younger than me.
I was angry and not motivated and didn´t attend most classes - being on the lake instead etc. - not accepting this sort of.
But when I had to attend - I suddenly wasn´t able to follow the proceedings - and got more pissed off, they made me do it again.
There was a bit more, which I want to leave out - also not nice.
In the end I got thrown out, because of misdemeanor - and it was unclear if I could go to university with what I got.
Dream ended before I could find that out.
I wonder, why so many dreams go about school and old friends from school - and comparatively much less with my actual recent friends and my husband, with whom I really spend time - also older jobs are not represented accordingly..?

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00:00 Thursday 2013-12-26 comp #16 night #14

00:17 bedtime cup of peppermint (two bags) and St. John's Wort tea (tea big teaspoons)

01:11 long discussion at bedtime, felt very awake, took 3mg melatonin to prevent sleepless night, in retrospect it might have been better to be awake for a while but get some dreams , but I also wanted to "reset" my going to bed time to midnight.

07:45 alarm, up for breakfast duty, no recall, melatonin really zonked me out

09:06 BTB

09:40 phone call, important business matter, had to do some printing and scanning, was almost asleep or asleep, took a while to get there since I was wide awake at the BTB time.

10:27 BTB... I do NOT accept a night without any dreams! Lots of dreamlets/HI. I saw my backpack and the view from the bed out into the corridor very clearly. This one seemed to last for a long while. I did a motionless RC but it indicated awake.

11:47

1) baseball game. I'm in the close outfield just behind 2nd base. A ball is hit and runners are running around the bases. I see a base runner who has rounded 2nd base falling back to 2nd. The runner is naked and he has a giant huge flappy stomach. I'm amazed that that guy can run bases at all he's so fat. He stands up and he's so big with his arms on the ground and his feet in back of him that I think he looks like a centaur. Then he fully stands up and he IS a centaur. He has the face of a famous fat actor and his chest is very hairy with red/brown hair.

2) leaky house & GF
I'm in a big very tall ceilinged old leaky house with lots of sleeping lofts. It is raining outside and the rain is dripping everywhere onto people's beds. I hear the rain pouring into a cooking pot and filling it up that someone has put on their bed. I think my cousin's bed is going to be very wet, he won't want to sleep there. I see damp beddings on the beds. I pick up the pot to empty it. I walk past one bed with a girl sleeping in it on her right side, dark hair, pretty face, light skin, I see her shoulder/top of her chest, she's piled deeply under many feet of blankets, she is the girlfriend of the guy in whose bed she's sleeping.

I stand next to another bed, I'm half-way through taking off my shirt over my head, when my college GF (D.B.) appears and says sarcastically "wow, is that your (celebration?) outfit?", I know I look dishevelled, my hair is a mess. I say "I know I look....'attractive' right now" (being ironic), "but I'd really like to lie with you for a while here, can I?" She says yes of course and comes into my arms. Her bed is right in the open area, my bed is up above in a much more private area, I think of asking her to come up there because it's much more private.

Some workers are moving through the area, moving large objects, the objects are banging into the sleepers lightly.

F1) a big house is a huge toy house model, I see the model a few feet away from me. I know someone is in the garden there.

December 24

Bed time 22 PM

WBTB 3 AM. I remembered two fragments: the first was about my friend who caught a flu and the second was about David Duchovny being a guest in some TV series.
I then took 4 mg galantamine and went back to bed

4: 50 AM I woke up from an epic journey. I remained stunned for a few minutes.

The dream started with a false awakening, although I couldn't realize it. I woke up because someone was grabbing and pinching me. Nervously i got up and went to check my phone. It began to glitch. My phone started showing some old message conversations with people I knew long time ago. I decided to go to kitchen. My mom is there. She is making coffee. On the counter I saw a Snickers. I was going to eat that for breakfast.
-I don't feel right, something strange is happening to me. -I told my mom.
-Don't be silly. -she replied and continued to twist in a kitchen.
I went to take something to put on. I opened a drawer and took a shirt. As I tried to close the drawer it stuck in the middle. I couldn't close it. I went back to kitchen to announce that the drawer doesn't close. My mom went to check it. She tried to close it and succeeded from the first time.
-What a scatterbrain... -she mumbled.
"That's strange" i thought. I checked what time was that. It was 8:52. I had to be at the bus station at 8:50 to arrive at the university for the first lecture. The first lecture was Psychology. As I couldn't make to the bus on time, I decided to pass the first lecture. I felt kind of drowsy. I felt like drunk + smoked out + tired. I started to wonder what the fuck is wrong with that drawer? Tried to open and close it again. Everything is okay. However, I always got feeling that something is wrong. The atmosphere was Matrix'ish or Inception'ish - everything is okay, but sometimes little glitches happen which make you doubt whether this is real world... AND I DIDN'T realize I WAS DREAMING. STUPID ME!


Then really weird shit happened. Some kind of dark angel appeared in front of me. It looked like that angel from Digimons, only it was black. It was female and very tall. With confidence I went to my Mom and asked:
-How would you explain that a fucking black angel is in our home?
-Look, what is wrong with you? Do you use drugs or something? -she asked.
I crumpled on the floor in disbelief that my Mother talks to me like this, that she doesn't believe me and can't help me... As I was sitting on the floor i saw the black angel becoming bigger and angrier. Her smile became evil and she laughed at me. I looked up at her and somehow it popped to my head that she feeds on my emotions. I got up, smiled and tried not to be sad. I tried not to care about "my mom not believing me" situation. And voila! The black angel became smaller and normal looking again.

She came closer to me, kneel down and showed me a silver pendant. I recognized an eye of Horus in that. Although it was more complex. The pendant was lying on the palm of the dark angel. Her palm was burnt out with that symbol. Her hand was dirty and the skin was coarse. I remember her hand in very great detail.
-One, who has this pendant, lives forever. -she said quietly, -I live the fourth time already. -added the angel. She told me she will wait me in the church and disappeared... I was thinking "damn..I am definitely not drugged or something, I am sober, I guess every in-some-way-spiritual person begins to see something more than normal people. This angel will be like my imaginative friend, or maybe my guide...."


I am at the church. There is a huge castle model inside. I see mini soldiers participating in the castle siege. Like in a video game, they survive an enemy wave and then goof around shooting team mates. It was strange because some soldiers used very modern machine guns. I saw empty golden rounds all around. My attention was caught by a lady in black. That's her! The black angel! She has changed her clothes. She was wearing a shiny tight corset expressing her waist and breasts. She didn't wear a mask. I saw her face. She had long dark hair. The black angel was beautiful and sexy but somehow not my type.

A thought came to my head: "I don't know...I don't know why I came to the church, I don't know who that black angel is. I must be careful. I can't trust her so bluntly. What if she is a demon?" I was watching her and made a cross sign with my fingers in my pocket. "If she's a demon, that should generate some reaction from her." However she didn't even looked once to my side. I saw how she pulled out her Iphone and began to talk with someone.

There was a little boar on the floor. It looked interesting. The boar was size of a foot. I came close to it and that little bastard suddenly jumped on my arm and bit me. The boar toothed to my sleeve and didn't let go. I was trying to shake it off - no luck. I started running around and shaking my hand to get rid of it. I tried to get the boar off with my other hand, but then he would stick to that hand too! Finally I found a way how to get rid of it. " I need to make a double shake off." When the boar toothed to my sleeve I grabbed it with my other hand and immediately shook it off the floor. That fury bastard didn't give up. He was running after me. And he was faster! He jumped and got his teeth in my ass. I screamed out of pain and woke up! I felt a real sting in my ass for a few seconds

I took noted about this dream and went back to bed.

8:50. Remembered one fragment about me being the only white guy in a group.
Also remembered one dream about me participating in a beatbox battle, then struggling to find a place to eat, my friend spending lots of money on alcohol, me buying him a conference ticket and so in..

15:00 I took a nap and remember one fragment about talking with my grandparents.

I heard galantamine stays in system for 48 hours, so I hope it would help me tonight too!
All in all I am very happy with such a cool dream. However I am disappointed I couldn't become lucid

12.25.13

Last night bed around 1am - 8:50am
Last week or so, I have been going to bed around 11pm, because I have started new work. It's very hectic and tiring as hell.

When I have recall, it's about this new work, and also working on DV. I'm off today and tomorrow and ready to do some serios sleeping and dreaming. And remembering.

EDIT:
OMG, just as I clicked on save, I remembered a crazy dream from last night. All about sex. I think I was disturbed by reading somebodys comment in chat last night. Oh, and also something about what my friend OP said, hahah.

DR:
So, I'm in a group of 5-7 people. I and one other person are older, and in position of authority of some kind. We are both same sex. We are walking into some building. Not really hotel, because rooms are free. It's in the near future. More modern than today, but still very familiar and not too futuristic.

We are in the hallway and by touching the door, it opens. It's made out of translucent glass. Three of us take rooms right next to each other. We know we are there to have sex. We just not sure who with whom, or if some others are coming. I'm sitting with this other adult, I think it's my favorite teacher, and I'm wondering if she is thinking to do it with me. Because I'm thinking "NOT". We are there to only supervise.

DR:
Could be same dream, but now it's only me. Same sexual athmosfere.

Morning of December 25, 2013. Wednesday.



In my dream, my family and I seem to be living in a composite house that is half of our last address in this town (Barolin Street) and half the address in Brisbane in Wavell Heights (Stadcor Street). The first part focuses on the last address’s house’s section, which is mostly the porch that faced east. There is a woman there (as well as my wife) but I do not know who she is; perhaps she is a relative of my wife’s (though that seems unlikely). When on the porch, she is talking about her concern for all the cats that will cease to exist that night. Apparently any cat that is outside at a certain time is captured by the local government and euthanized. She seems to be planning on how she can rescue and keep one cat of her own. It seems to be fairly late at night by that point. There is a lot of clarity and vividness at the point where I stand on the porch looking out into the semidarkness.

A little later, I am in a part of the house that is more like the one in Wavell Heights. We call our two cats in, and they run into the house, but seven more cats soon come into the house - cats that we have never seen before (recurring). They are all different breeds, including a calico. One of them is a very strange fictional breed that is somewhat like a miniature lion (but with tiger stripes) and also reminds me very slightly of a silkie chicken regarding extra hair that hangs back from its head and mid-body area. It is an odd sight. It is possible that this is the cat the unknown woman will pick (because of its unusual appearance and likelihood of being gotten rid of quicker because the government does not like diverse traits in anything of any kind), but it is not certain. I start to contemplate how it will not really be possible to keep all these cats (eight, if the woman leaves with one) and am not sure what will happen.

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00:00 Wednesday 2013-12-25 comp #16 night #13

00:00 bedtime

03:03

F1) I said "bullshit bullshit bullshit..." about the flying man, flying around with a (something?)

04:39

F2) fighting

05:27

F3) someone's trying to get me in trouble

07:22

1) "ship battles & potstickers"
On a ship at night in the Mediterranean sea, one guy is swimming in the warm water, the crew is on board, one of the guys is playing the classical guitar, suprisingly well, I hear it clearly and follow the melody for a while, he's not playing perfectly but still very well, I'm quite astonished such a rough/low-brow guy can play so well.

It's daytime and the ship is moving through the air, we've taken on a huge cargo lot of rugs, piles of rolled up rugs cover the deck, I'm concerned we have too many rugs on board.

Enemy scouts ahead of the path of our ship have spotted us and recognized our ship. I'm in a team to kill the scouts. I try to chop the head off of one guy by hitting his neck from two sides at once with a blade in each hand. It's not working and I'm squeamish about continuing.

Attack scene: inside the ship, the enemies were attacking, the enemies were approaching the doors and shooting in grenades that bounce around inside around corners and exploding. I also shoot some bouncing grenades back at them.

I'm DO: 2 from my team are retreating back to our ship, one, an infantry, makes it inside but stops to help/watch the flying mech partner, which is caught by another flying mech in a strong stream of machine gun fire, I watch the steam of fire, it is ripping our mech to shreds, pieces of metal are flying everywhere, I think our guy won't survive.

I'm in a high place, and a woman is gesturing/calling to me from a platform about 100 feet down a hill from my position and asking "what happened to the potstickers?". There are a few people on this small platform (about 4 square meters). I can't understand what she's saying so I mimic holding a telephone up to my right ear with my right hand so that she will call me. She doesn't, so eventually I fly down to the platform. They're asking me where the potstickers are. I conclude that someone threw away the potstickers which were boiling in the water when the attack began, so nobody knew there were still there in the water and probably threw them out with the old water. I put them in the water initially, then was distracted by the attack, I tell this story a few times. I then see a frying pan with some potstickers/dumplings cooking in oil and ask "hey is anybody going to have these?"

08:31 took 30 drops mother's wort.

F4) DO flying over a map of the US, I was trying to figure out a route to the West coast.

09:59 BTB

11:13

2) "amazingly real imagination" (all but lucid: vivid, active, but without "I'm dreaming")
Swimming in water, I see up ahead some people, I go to them, still in the water, they're talking about what happens when you fall into a pool of juice (different kinds of juices), I say I swam once in a pile of sliced kiwis. I have trouble saying kiwis it comes out like "kee-vees", and I repeat it again, the woman looks at me funny. I swim away from them and see a girl nearby. I say to myself "if this were a dream I would get with her," I reach for her and then my vision sharpens and she comes very clear, it was like becoming lucid without the acknowledgement that I'm dreaming. I'm amazed that my "imagination" is so powerful, 3D, and realistic. Vivid high definition clear visuals, and I have good touch sensation. She's naked and I touch her for a few seconds before the scene changes.

3) "coffee with the drunk blonde"
I'm in some kind of a bar, there was someone I knew there, a beautiful blonde-haired woman in a black evening dress. she was very drunk, I did not want her to try to go home by herself. She starts walking out, I go to her and say "let me help you home, let's go get some coffee." I felt attracted to her. We're starting up some stairs, I said "turn around," she's ahead of me on the stair and turns around and I pull her into a light hug, and I kissed her right cheek through her blonde hair. We continue walking around looking for coffee, I'm holding her closely against my side with one arm around her waist, I feel her against me and I feel my hand on her waist very clearly, it's soft and a wonderful feeling. I imagine some people are looking at me funny (isn't he married?) my answer is "hey she's just a friend and I'm helping her out". I said "let's go for a coffee in the hotel, it will wake you up," she says ok, we're in a restaurant she starts to sit down in a regular open area, where other people also sit down at the same table, I say "no no let's go back here," I indicate a sort of lounge with couches, there's an even darker more intimate area to the right but we don't go there. We enter the lounge area with couches and she says "now this is more like it," there are a bunch of black kids playing games on another couch, and she really likes kids so she went to play with them, I think "oh, great," sarcastically, I go to sit with them.

4) "gangster casino & the mayor"
It's night and I'm standing outside on a sidewalk, I'm next to a business / office building with black shades drawn down over the windows, there is light inside, there are people moving around, I think a security guy is watching me through a window. I'm standing there watching something on the ground. Another guy appears standing next to me and watching me. I'm wearing a robe with nothing underneath. I think it was a bank at first, but later imagine it's a casino.

And older woman was reelected mayor. She was whooping it up in celebration, skipping through the crowds and waving her arms in the air and whopping in delight. She had prepared a gift for the city upon becoming mayor, and she was working on a building-sized banner to proclaim this gift. The gift is a full day of no government regulations, including not having to pay taxes on that day.

I'm inside the casino, it's very small, just a few tables, this is a private/gangster casino, I'm looking for a blackjack table. I see a table with a young skinny sneaky looking Italian looking male dealer, I imagine he's a card shark and very adept at cheating. I find a table but i can't see the table limit sign. I'm poking around the table looking for it eventually find it and see it's a $5 minimum table, I'm turned off by this I only wanted to spend $20 but still play for a while. I'm playing a hand, maybe I lose a hand, the casino chips are huge about the size of a pancake. I give the dealer cash and wait for my chips. I have a bunch of cards in my hand I don't think they're from the table. If these are my cards I could follow the play along with these cards and know exactly which cards are still left, no reason to count cards.

This whole sleep cycle was on my stomach, head to right of pillow, normally I sleep only on my side, sometimes I sleep on stomach in late morning briefly if both hips/shoulders are a bit sore. Quite an amazing dreaming night given the fact that I had a hugely stressful evening last night with a lot of drama. I didn't expect to sleep not to mention recall anything. But I was very tired as well. Got to sleep earlier than normal, I really need to keep my to-bed time around midnight for better dreaming.

I live near the Baikonur Cosmodrome.
A soyuz lifts off as I watch, but fails shortly after and the crew escapes. I get on my bicycle and rush towards the launch pad. I ride through a village where I find out one of my old friends lives in an underground house. I take him with me to where the soyuz capsule is. The astronauts turn out to be my classmates. they're injured but they run away as soon as they see me.
Scene Change::
I'm on a paraglider flying over the launch pad. Here's where I go semi-lucid, but immediately crash into a bus and I wake up.

First Dream:

I was in a cellar to find x-mas decoration - and a coffee-pot.
There were several cans of colour - open, and a bit dried up already - but I thought - great, now I can try out painting something with acrylic lacquer - and started painting on a wall in that cellar.
It was colours swirling into each other - and eyes - many different eyes - different sizes - some small and almost hidden - and a big one.
Then my grandma came down - asking for the pot and the deco - and I searched for quite a while, till I was happy and thought, I had found everything.
But the pot was not working - it was suddenly supposed to be a water-cooker as well.
Also it was not greeted with approval, that I had stayed away from the gathering so long..

Second Dream:

The second was going slate-driving down a mountain with a friend from school - nothing really special happened.
Except that we had to fix it, because we broke it in a curve.
Afterwards we were at the restaurant/hotel this friend´s parents have in real life - again some sequence with searching a toilet - otherwise - not much more there in my memory.

I stupidly only write it now - but driving down to Bavaria and family lalala..


Last night - nothing..
Slept only very little - no recall.