non-lucid

What an odd dream.
I was at either Arkansas or Alabama (can't remember which). It was no village I had ever heard of, but many nuns resided in this village. It wasn't especially big, but it did have a little center area for restaurants. Lots of trees were scattered around this village, making it hard to see far in any direction. For some reason I was living with a kind young woman, probably 19 or 20 years old, who was helping me get my bearings in this new town. She had mid-length brown hair, and I can't recall her speaking much.
While I was out exploring the town, walking by the local Arby's, there was a shooting. More precisely, a man in a blue shirt on a nearby cliff held up a gun, aimed, and started firing at the crowd of civilians around me. Somehow, I knew that he was looking for a specific girl. I hid away in the nearby back parking lot and ran off, trying to find somewhere where I would be concealed. I eventually found a dirt path under some bushes, which led to a random house. I apologized to the people for barging into their yard and ran as fast as I could, hearing the gunshots and screams behind me.
I hid away in the young woman's house once more, this time locking myself in my room there. She wasn't there at the time. I peeked out the windows. Multiple nuns were walking hurriedly out of a nearby house and making their way to what I assumed was church. As I was watching them from my window, I suddenly realized they might see me, so I backed up. Too late. The head nun saw me, and her face contorted into sheer anger. She ran up to the window, pointing at me and shouting something. Judging by reading her lips, she shouted, "What are you doing in there?!" She moved away from the window, running, so I could only assume she was going to come into the house to try to get me.
Call me crazy, but something wasn't right about these nuns. They gave me an uneasy feeling. I knew my door was locked, but I put some things in front of it just to be safe. I I heard multiple shouts and banging against it. The obstacles started sliding away.
That's all I could remember after waking up. Also, my previous dream had a shooting in it too. If this keeps up, it could be a potential dream sign.

I was away on a trip for all of the past week, and didn't have time to upload my dream journal entry, so here it is now!
I was at an island with my girlfriend and her mom. Coincidentally enough, that's who I was on the trip IRL with. We were staying at some sort of lodge on the island, and playing Far Cry 3. (fitting). I don't remember the exact details, but there was some kind of shootout in our lodge between some guys and a blue haired girl. She jumped into the air in slow motion and managed to kill some of them before being shot herself and killed.
My ex girlfriend ended up crashing on the island, and we had to take her in till she came to. Once she did, we shunned her and decided to go to an anime convention being held on the island. This is also what the trip in real life was for, an anime con. I walked around at this convention, which looked just like the real life convention center I was at except without walls. I found an old lady there who looked like Sayid from LOST.

I see it kind of movie like. The aftermath of a hurricane on a little Beach village. It's once a beautiful place with a large mountain with a Cliffside against the ocean overgrown with flora. The village is set below that on a white sandy beach. But Then I'm there with 2 of my friends. We are walking around the deserted place. There's damage everywhere and debris too.

We are at a restaurant, it's really dark in there for some reason. We have chili and corn bread, a lot of it actually.... and are shocked at how much they gave us. Some other people we know come in and when we see them, we greet them and offer the rest to them. Apparently they already ordered the same thing. I'm feel a bit agitated, and decide to leave. As I walk into the lobby area, a huge group of people come rushing in making a ton of noise. They're look like a bunch of highshoolers and are acting foolish. I think to myself that we should have ate somewhere else.

(Rambling) Sometimes, I seriously consider if the negatives outweigh the positives for keeping a dream journal online. So many of my dreams are personal, controversial or downright weird that I wonder why I'm letting so many people see them. But I suppose as long as I'm reasonable about it there is no real problem.
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Superpower Smackdwon

The dream started with something to do with this car, where the car was able to transform. The transformations wouldn't change the car into anything else, but were rather just stylistic changes. The car cycled through changes from various time periods. The first one looked like a car from the 1920's with the spoked wheels and square chassis. The second transformation looked more 1950's ish with the fins and such. The 3rd transformation looked like the 80's or 90's with a sort of boxy, minimalist look. The fourth transformation looked like a present day car, aerodynamic and curving body. The final transformation looked very jet like, with a large spoiler and rocket engines emerging from the rear end of the car.
But despite all of these transformations, the car always had the same general shape. It was black and long, like a limousine almost. And for whatever reason, the car made me think of the pixar film Incredibles. (Great movie by the way. In my personal top 10)
I watched the car drive into this desolate valley area, surrounded by jagged mountains all around. The sky was a dull dark blue and the mountains were simply black silhouettes.
I remember seeing Dash, Frozone, and Mr. Incredible. (All characters from the movie, for those of you who haven't seen it. Anyone here not seen it? Anyone? "ME!" Okay, one person hasn't seen it.) Some mental voice told the three characters to engage in a fight to the death and only one could make it out alive.
The fight started. Dash ran up to Mr. Incredible and punched him in the face very quickly (b/c of super speed). Mr Incredible tried to grab back, but he ran away. Then frozone used his ice powers to freeze one of Mr. Incredible's arms. He then smashed the ice, but it didn't hurt his arm.
(What happened next will seriously make everyone question weather or not I am psychologically damaged somehow.)
The top of Mr. Incredible's costume ripped off, and he started growing. Eventually his face and body morphed into a skull and skeleton that were about 10x the size of his original body, but his legs were still the same size. The skull looked very distorted and sort of like some kind of cartoon.

Then his eyes (that were still there despite the rest of his face turning to just bone) fell out of his head. Then all his teeth fell out. Dash and Frozone were still watching in either fear or confusion. (If I were one of them it'd definitely be confusion.) I think the dream ended out of sheer weirdness at this point.

God, I hate having to spell the word 'Incredible'. Thanks for that dream subconscious, I had to spell it like a dozen times.

There was another dream here, but on my editing pass through my dream journal, I decided that it was stupid and needlessly offensive. Screw you, random nonlucid dream!

I had a few dreams about work, some involving dogs.

I had a dream where I was in a somewhat dangerous situation where I was at a house that buried underneath the house there was a good bit of treasure. It was unsettling treasure because it had to do with something morbid or something to that nature. The plot of land that these high money making schemes could be hatched were all decently expensive. There was a lot of trickery going on with the price of the land.
One woman was making a good deal of money off of it , while also selling the lots for a very high price to another man who didn't really have the money for it until he ran into some money through a 120 million dollar inheritance of sorts. He then bought the land easily then somehow me and my unidentifiable friends were able to acquire it from him. There was a good bit of gruesome things that happened to some of my friends because that same woman hired some men to come and try to get the fortune that we had found on her old land and bring it back to her. We were tortured to some extent and a few other things.

It was an interesting and heartwarming tale.

There were a few other dreams that I slightly remember as well.

I have a very uncomfortable dream of owning a house and going on different little roadshows for a certain show. i am helping out for a web show called Game Grumps. We were filming about a certain subject whereas I made a video in response to their video. They made it as if they were camping and it looked like they were in California, but really they were in a place like Michigan, which is where one of the members was from in my dream.They start to make some jokes about the whole thing, and then they seem to be asking me for a video response, which I oblige them quickly.
It seems the program that they were putting on had to do something about camping outside or something and the possible dangers. There was a spider that lifted up its forelegs in one of their videos. I ended up getting footage of one of those spiders in my house in Hawaii. I was able to kill the first spider pretty handily. The next spider though was pregnant and as I chase it around it lays its spider babies everywhere. It ends up that all of our little indoor dogs as well as their puppies end u covered in these spiders and then i force myself to wake up. It wasn't so much a nightmare, just it gave me a very weird feeling. I woke up with that feeling on my legs as if things were crawling around. Nothing too crazy but it was something.
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.as a few people from my high school. We had a few people in charge of the classes as well as a teacher. We were just coming back from summer vacation and we were given an assignment. Our teacher gave us an assignment where we had to write down our name, title of our report, date due, and some other info in the to right hand corner of a page, then we had to put a bunch of math and other info, like visual graphs and whatnot.
I found it really hard to concentrate and I kept going back to neon graphing paper and lined paper. For some reason Die Antwoord was playing on the tv in our classroom. The two class leaders left the class to run some errands and we were all left to do our assignment and clean the classroom. Sra Rowell was one of the people briefing the class on some graphs that we could use. I was also sitting next to Hanna and Sam and we had a few conversations.
It was a pretty unassuming dream overall. I just remember being so frustrated because I was having a very hard time concentrating
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I had a dream about two nerds. They were also crew chiefs. They used to be friends in college. They were now in a war game against each other. The nerdier nerd starts to stand up for himself for once and the revelation is that you are who you hang out with. We are a byproduct of habits and associations.
I was in a large air field in the desert. I was crewing B52 bombers and c13's. The air was especially cool. We had to BPO those big jets all by ourselves.
I remember a sort of mall. I was happy in this dream, or at least that I had that dream but I don't remember it very well.
I do not remember any dreams from the first part of the night. I did have SP when I tried to wake up to write down in my DJ. There was a possible FA but most likely not.
We were all working at a large building. I was with some coworkers as well as my mom was there. One of my coworkers wives were trying to come on to me. There was much work to be done.
I remember fragments of a dream where I was in a huge mall of some sort.
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I remember a part of a dream where I was crewing a jet with Nguyen. We were near the edge of a taxiway parked alongside it. Near the back of the aircraft there was a steep grassy hill. To the right of us there were a few young girls who were specs. They were working the other jet. Their work area seemed much cleaner and niver than ours. It had a bunch of new equipment and there tools/area had a yellow, construction color to it. There were a bunch of seven levels working the jet with me and Nguyen Sgt Dennis was expediting. He made a joke to the girls next door to check AMAD hydro servicing. I thought he was talking to me. We then went back to our jet and found out that we had to run it up, so I got the comm cable and started hooking up and told nguyen to get the comm headset, but he wouldnt listen. I felt like kind of a dick for being stern with him, but eventually the staff ssgts yelled at him to go get the tools. We also had to breakdown the jet, i told him to get some of the covers but he wouldn't listen. sgt mitchell yelled at him to get the intake covers. Dream ends before the mx run and I stay still in my bed still somewhat euphoric and in a dream state. my mouth is dry so I like my lips and get out of it.
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I saw a brown pitbull come up from the foot of my bed and jump at me, I was very calm and thought of no harm or scaredness. Eventually he dissipated and I watched the foot of my bed just waiting for something else to pop up. I was very calm though and felt no fear. I then began rising up after thinking that if this was a dream I could levitate. I did after the sleep paralysis wore off and then fell back onto my bed in my brightly lit room. I get up of the bed and start trying to stabilize it. I yell increase clarity now and everything does get clear. I say stabilize dream now as well and look at myself to anchor myself in to my dream. My hands are somewhat transparent. Im wondering why I start fading from the dream and come to find outthat my eyes were open in real life.
I had a bunch of other small somewhat light dreams. I felt like I was still lightly dreaming and I hadn't gotten in to a deep sleep yet.
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I had a continuation of the last dream with Nguyen and I at our jet. There are again a whole bunch of people crowding around our jet, but it turns out that we are helping launch out both our jet and the one next to us that the girls were working on They seemed very new, but during startup there were a few problems. Nguyen started getting pretty angry because he was being boxssed around. Sgt Rustica came up and he was pretty rude to another chick who was a couple jets down and nguyen didn't like this so he didn't want to be respectful. After that Jones tried to borrow some tools from us to fix some problem with the right MLG and come to find out we didn't even have a crew chief box. One asian girl came over to my box while I was looking for tools, and commented on how it wasn't a normal box. The major feeling I remember was that I screwed up and got the wrong box.
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After that I awoke and stayed still in my bed until I believe that I dreamt bout having sleep paralysis, except it was different
cont this time because my room was quite well lit, but also my eyes were open.

I'm standing by a light switch in pitch black darkness, and the lights won't turn on. I question whether this is a dream, doubt it at first, but then realize yes, it is. I have a sort of false awakening in which I still realize I'm dreaming, but now I become aware that I'm lying on my back in a bed in the guest room of my father's house (no resemblance to anywhere he's lived IRL), with his cat curled up against my legs - nothing's changed visually, it's still pitch black. I look up at where the ceiling would be and think about stars, and about a previous lucid dream where I removed the roof and floated up into the sky, and debate whether to do that again. I feel like there's something else I want to do here first. I can hear my father and his girlfriend watching TV in the next room and talking to each other. As I listen to them I forget that this is a dream.

Memory gap - some time later I'm standing in a different room, again trying and failing to get the light switch to work. I hear the sound of my stepbrother coming home and going straight to his own room. This light switch has several different switches and dials that I can't see in the dark, and this time I wind up taking out my ipod and holding it up as a flashlight. I can see the switches and dials now, but I still can't get them to work, and then I remember that this is a dream.

(Woke up at 5:30, half an hour after getting to bed. Back to sleep.)

I'm going to visit someone I owe thanks, bringing a guitar to play for them. One of the strings snaps.

At my father's house, some guy is trying to talk to my sister S., he's angry and seems obsessed, and while they're arguing he picks up a knife - not to threaten with, but it's the last straw, me and my father kick him out.

At my mother's house, one of her former students is at the door with some friends, and he's talking to her about some technique that's recently become a fad. Everyone's very impressed by his expertise, and it's driving me nuts because this technique is just a cheap knockoff version of something I've been doing for years that no one's ever taken seriously, and this popular version is much less effective. We get into a really idiotic argument which leaves me feeling frustrated even after I woke up.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm lying in bed in the wrong house, and some boy shakes me awake to tell me I have to go. I apologize and try to explain that I'm not there to do anything bad, I just got the wrong place, but I can't remember the word for 'place' in Japanese and have to fumble around trying to find a different way to say it. He gets the point but doesn't really care, he didn't seem particularly threatened by a stranger in his house to begin with, he just wants me gone before his mother wakes up. I walk out a back door that, aside from a little ledge, opens directly onto the river. The kid tries to correct me, pull me back inside so I can use the front door and actually leave, but I just step out onto the river and stand on top of the water, which is a normal thing for a witch like me to do. The kid's surprised, the water and the light are really vivid, it's all very pleasant. As I'm appreciating the vividness, I become aware that I'm thinking of this as a dream.

I walk a few steps into the sky and start floating, heading somewhere specific. As I float above the river, I pass various people, and I start to hear a song, people are singing it. I pass two brothers sitting in chairs having some fashionable procedure done, a row of string sewn above their lip, to me it looks like they're having their mouths sewn closed. It strikes me as odd, but I remind myself that this isn't my time period so I don't have the full context, not for me to judge.

I reach a roller coaster, and there's a man and a woman riding it, the people I've been looking for. They're also singing that song that's been going on, and the lyrics tell me a little about their history. She has (or possibly had, up until very recently) a life-threatening heart condition. Their song is about the possibility of fixing a heart only to get hit by a bus or something similar, and the way people think they have time. The guy, singing in English with an Irish accent, sings a verse about how if (some name, some guy he knows) died he'd be singing a toast to him.

Song's over. Now that we've all met up in a dream, as planned, the guy asks whether we should wake up now. I'm inclined to agree, mission complete, but I think it's a little ridiculous to waste a lucid dream, there ought to be some fun we could have before we go. The guy leaves anyway, the girl stays. She says to me, "I have questions." I say to her, "I... probably don't have answers." She starts to say something else, but I become aware that I'm consciously thinking up her next dialogue for her, and that I'm waking up.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Forever Knight-based setting, I'm Nicholas, and I'm being posed a question: between Janette, LaCroix, and an apple which represents my hope for humanity, I can only save one. What's my first instinct? I dismiss the apple completely but can't decide between the other two, which is annoying since the entire point of this exercise was only to see which came to mind first, without overthinking it.

Scene changes to an Umineko setting - Beatrice, who'd posed the question, is annoyed with the way I've spoiled it, and she retreats into the other room with aunt Eva. She says something to Eva that I can hear through the door, something about how the only hope is the "good key (name of key)."

10-22-2013 -- In a strange, live version of Runescape with a bunch of other people, there is a sort of group or mob of enemies to fight, including some dragons, some weird lava monsters, and a bunch of other big, powerful enemies, and a group of about 20 of us are getting ready to take them on. We start fighting against them, but the battle isn't going too well for me at first. I am trying to fire magic at them, but at first I am too far away. Eventually I make it close enough, and am close enough to manage some decent shooting at them, but soon I find I am running out of magic and energy, and my shots are doing no good.

The others with me continue firing, and for a while are doing well, and managing to damage the enemies, but soon they are also running out of magic and energy, and are starting to die to the opposing forces. Soon we're standing around discussing how we probably all want to get another 5 to 10 combat levels before we bother trying again!

Somehow things then shift to the House of Imports, where I seem to be working a shift, even though it is modern times (I worked there more than 20 years ago). My shift should have ended after 10 hours, but I realize I have been working more than 14 hours, and am probably going to be yelled at, so I better get my butt in gear and get clocked out. The dealership is quite busy, with a bunch of people looking through the showroom, and crowding the short stairway down to the lower level where the time clock is, so I rise a few feet into the air, so that I am just above everybody's heads, and fly down to the time clock to clock out. Nobody seems to notice or care, and it doesn't seem like a big deal to me that I can fly, either.

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10-17-2013 -- [Unfortunately couldn't remember much even when I dreamed it, then waited four days before entering it in, and now even more is missing. Oh well.] Somehow I am wandering around at a school or a store, slight hints of department stores at malls or perhaps Marshall. Wherever it is, I find myself wandering into a bathroom, and am trying to find a clean, stocked stall to use. Could even be in a locker room at a pool. Soon I find that I have just boarded a bus, and am trying to pay my fare. Unfortunately, I have dropped my change everywhere, and have to bend down and scrabble for my coins.

Eventually I find myself in Disneyland, walking from the hub down Main Street, heading for town square, same area I have been walking through in a lot of dreams, recently. I pass Sharon H. and am heading for the corner shop next to the magic shop which had collectible plates and figurines and things in the last dream here (yesterday with a lot of AC stuff in the dream) and for some reason my pants are too large and keep trying to fall down around my ankles.

I reach the store, and am just kind of standing around, talking with Dale. Nothing too big or exciting, just chatting. But as we are watching, one of the people working in the shop seems to be putting together balloon decorations and placing them around the store. Thing is, she is using some unusual balloons, rounds, odd shapes, very strong colors, and occasionally other things. One sculpture that almost seems to be a Star Wars creation is topped by what seems to be a small white garbage can, but it fits perfectly and looks just like whatever it is supposed to be. There are other figures that look like they are made of gold balloons, but unlike most gold balloons, these are so strongly colored that they almost give the impression of being solid gold, though they aren't.

Another creation is actually a very impressive model of Aladdin's Genie, but this one is obviously made out of blue balloons. They are wandering around the interior and exterior of the store, putting these things up in various places as displays, and decoration, and they look very good and Dale and I are both quite impressed with them.

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10-16-2013 -- I am running around Rosemary's place, and oddly enough I find that I can get my voice back as long as I am speaking in a slightly deeper voice. I find I can sing as well, as long as I deepen my voice from my previous tenor to a nice, strong baritone. I end up running around the place able to finally talk and sing and make myself be heard, but it does make my throat slightly sore, and I find I am a little worried about it. Soon, following the suggestions of others, I decide to go visit the doctors.

I soon find myself at a cross between the Doctor's office that Terry and Grace used to run, and a dream clinic that I have frequently visited, wandering into areas that guests aren't allowed in, but that I had been invited into by Terry, Grace, and Kathy in the past. The problem is, they no longer work here, and the doctors that do are a little unhappy about me wandering around ... though not enough to actually say anything.

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10-16-2013 -- Out on a long cross country road trip with Chris Vopat, where I am riding in the back of his pickup truck. This is bad enough for the long trip and the distance we're traveling, but it becomes even worse as a volcano a few miles away erupts and starts shooting lava down its sides and hot ash into the air, which is quick to ruin the air quality even where we are, a few miles away.

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10-16-2013 -- At an Adventurers Club reunion type of thing, but it is not being held at the Club, which has long been shut down. I run into a couple of performers who seem to be doing some bits, but I have missed most of it, and have no clue what is going on. Then I run into BC, and she has been here for almost the whole thing, and mentions that Anne has been doing stuff from her odd version of the Vagina Monologues (see past dream here), which it seems she has now made a regular part of things whenever she is doing AC reunion stuff, which doesn't make any sense to me.

We sit and discuss this, but more and more as we talk, I find myself thinking of taking a trip to California and visiting with Dale. Somehow he is here for a visit, or perhaps only just left, and I am really in the mood for a visit to California since I haven't left the state in something like a decade. I am not sure how, but I know somehow I can get there. But I have no money for tickets to the park. I am trying to think of ways I can sneak in (possibly involving friends on the monorail), but then I remember that Keith works there, and he can probably sign me in a couple of times, which should solve that problem.

Somehow thinking about that brings it about, and I suddenly find that I am in Disneyland's Frontierland area, walking back toward New Orleans Square and Critter Country. As I walk along, I see a couple of Adventurers Club performers, either on their own, or perhaps working streetmosphere, and I am thinking it might be fun to go watch them sometime. Meanwhile, I find myself walking into a western-themed restaurant that, for some odd reason, serves egg drop soup from large bowls.

Turns out Dale has been debating trying the soup for ages, but he is never brave enough to do so, and I am kind of pushing and encouraging him to give it a try, but he really isn't sure he is willing to do so. I give up, and am about to wander off and go walking through the park, when a large group walks in. They are mostly women, just a couple of men, and though I can't identify specific people, it seems to be a group from Pine Castle. They are playing a strange game to choose a person, something of the nature of Rock, Paper, Scissors, but completely different. They have wandered in and surrounded me at the exact right time for me to win, and since I won, I am expected to provide small presents for everybody, but I have no money, no gifts, and they are all kind of disgusted with me. Doesn't seem fair, since I never asked to be a part of their game.

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10-13-2013 -- I am somewhere that is halfway in the midwest somewhere, and halfway in England. I'm walking down the street on foot while a friend is on a skateboard, or perhaps a bike. In the street is a police car, and a cop is just stepping out of it and is keeping an eye on us, but he isn't actually doing anything, so we just try and ignore him. I head down a street that seems to be a cross between a hill in Omaha, and Dale in Buena Park. I reach about the point where Athenian Burgers was, and find Carl and Mary Baumer there. They seem to be thinking about treating me to a meal.

Instead I find myself walking down La Palma (or perhaps Orangethrope, or some random street in Omaha) discussing job possibilities. I am kind of down and depressed, and Carl (who is slowly turning into dad) is trying to cheer me up. He asks the guy who has given me a place to stay (should be Joe Lane, but is strangely looking like Marv Goodwin) what he thinks, and Marv says that I am probably going to fail at everything, but yeah, I ought to try, anyway. Dad is about ready to kill him, but Marv just drives away on his fork lift. So we walk on down to the corner, and I seem to be on the southwest corner, at Magnolia and either La Palma or Orangethorpe, but as always for Buena Park, my compass is off.

Anyway, dad leads me to what seems to be a cross between a truck yard, a warehouse, and an office building (feels a lot like the TAMS property), where he does their tires, and has contacts, and is sure he can get me a job. But they turn us down. He's a little upset, and we cross the street to a corner shop that is a cross between a restaurant and a liquor store, where dad sits down at a picnic table out of the way on the side of the building to have a cigarette. He's out of breath because of the smoking, and I'm out of breath because of my weight, and there are some toughs who are being slightly threatening, but don't really care enough to be serious about it. I'm not sure but it is possible that Paul and Irene Broden come by after that and buy me dinner at the Chinese restaurant.

1. I dream I am working at a nursing home. I take care of an old lady, and take her to a doctor appointment, but forget to actually take her in to see the doctor. I send her off (to somewhere) and then remember that the doctor hasn't actually seen her, and start worrying that even though she is healthy she may have health problems that aren't so obvious... but there's no way to fix it without getting in a lot of trouble.

2. One of my less comfortable OBEs. I partially woke up, but my body was still 'paralyzed' and I was half asleep. I tried to settle down and catch onto a dreamlet or something. That isn't working and I'm not entirely lucid, so I try to sit up out of my body. My body "sticks" to me like it's glue, so I try to roll over out of it. I feel like I am tipping and sinking backwards into the bed. I am in the "wind tunnel". I start to panic, and after a lot of flailing around and struggling, I lapse back into unawareness.

3. I dream that there is a huge snowstorm and the whole city has shut down. The city I live in is one I've never seen before in my life. I go outside and start trying to shovel snow with everybody else.

4. I dream I am in a castle. I am moving through room after room. The floor has diamond floor tiles in various brown colors. I can get on top of the walls and run along them, and jump down into other rooms. As I am crossing a hallway, I see a mirror. Mirrors always make me lucid - I approach it, see my reflection, and 'push' into lucidity. Unfortunately, I'm sleeping too lightly, and it wakes me up (not a false awakening).

I grumble and roll over. A few minutes pass. Someone lightly knocks on my door, twice. I ignore it because if my brother is trying to wake me up on the morning I have a day off work, he's being a jerk.

Someone knocks on my door again, a little louder, twice.
I say "what?" but there's no answer. I get up and open my door, but nobody is there. I hear someone in the kitchen. I go into the kitchen and ask my roommate, "Did you knock on my door?"
She says, "No, I wouldn't do that."
My brother is asleep... my other roommate isn't home. My roommate verified that she was, in fact, making breakfast, and that I did ask her if she knocked on my door. Even though it was a hypnopompic hallucination, it still sounded very real, and was pretty creepy.

Review:
Last night was semi-productive, I guess. I'm having more lucids, but the quality has gone down. I don't think it's because I'm getting "worse" at lucid dreaming, so much as I am having a lot more lucid dreams lately and the quality will slowly improve again.

When I say OBE, I don't really mean that I believe it's an actual out of body experience. I mean that it's a specific kind of lucid dream I have where it feels like I am rising/rolling/whatever out of my body, and either end up in the void or end up in a facsimile of my bedroom, while my "body" remains in bed. I don't believe anything paranormal is going on, it's just a really specific kind of dream with a really specific feeling... and a specific set of challenges that I still haven't overcome.

Clues I was dreaming:
- I don't work in a nursing home
- We don't have blizzards where I live
- I don't generally wander around castles

10-14-2013 -- I am at what starts out as the Hickory house, but soon turns into a cross between the Hickory house and the place on Chipola. I'm heading out to drive somewhere for work, either a mystery shop or perhaps a security shift, but my car isn't in the driveway, and I am not really sure why. I'm worried it has been stolen again, but it turns out someone or something pushed it aside. It is sitting in the neighbor's yard, somewhat damaged, with a wheel missing. Seems there is no way I can head off to work now. I'm a bit depressed, and am kind of whining "Why me?", tired of all the problems with my car. Somebody (perhaps mom) tells me to quit whining, and says Don Dunn is working on the car for me. Huh? I saw it just sitting there in the neighbor's yard ... how does Don Dunn have it? Perhaps he has a different junk car of mine.

Anyway, I can't go to work, so I decide to go inside and get some sleep. I head in, and the house turns to a cross between the Hickory house and the Chipola house. I stroll into what would be mom's room at Hickory, but is mine at Chipola, and go to sleep. It's the middle of the night when I hear a noise and wake up. There are a bunch of bad guys coming for me, and the first time through I find that I am quite scared. I am walking through the hallways in the house in the dark, hiding from them, and trying to keep away from them. But oddly, it is almost like I fall back asleep and wake up again. There are still bad guys in the house, but this time I am angry, rather than scared, and I am stalking them.

All the lights are off, and they are stumbling around in the dark, but I know the house a lot better, and am able to be stealthy. I manage to take them out one by one. Accidentally break one guy's neck, but they are attacking me at home and I don't feel very bad about it. Soon we are dodging around the two doors in Keith's room, and I have managed to grab most of them and throw them out the front door, but I'm pretty sure they'll be back. Soon I start walking through the whole house, turning out the lights they turned on, so if they do come back I'll have an easier time finding them, by looking for the lights they turn on again.

Then I find out the light is on in Melody's room, though they never got that far, and I start to get a little worried. I open the door and find Melody sleeping in her bed. I didn't realize she was home, and she didn't hear anything, just slept right through it, though she is starting to wake, now. Meanwhile, all the thugs are coming back, and are trying to lure me outside. We're in the living room, and I am about to give them a good thrashing, when the leader pulls a gun on me!

Melody takes him out from behind with an amazing roundhouse kick that he never saw coming, and says nobody is allowed to pick on her little brother! The bad guys all go running out of the house (I guess two of us are just too much to bother with.) Soon Melody and I are standing in the living room while she works at cleaning out the fish tank. I say I thought that was 20 years ago, when I still had my fish, and that after the last one died, nobody would be bothering with the tank anymore. She explains that she took it over, and for years has been keeping strange lime green alien fish in it.

10-14-2013 -- At the Church of the Nazarene in Buena Park, standing in the Narthex, waiting for some lady who has gone somewhere, while I am somehow kind of teaching a little kid to sing some kind of song. Soon the lady I am waiting for is back, but she is hidden away in a back office somewhere, and none of us realize she has gotten back until some young lady tells us, and we start walking back to the office.

Suddenly I am driving on the road, somewhere in the middle of the country, Omaha or Indiana or somewhere, not really sure. I am looking for a Tastee Freeze, am determined to stop at one, but I just missed one at a mall that I had driven past. I am complaining to myself about how long it might take to find another one, just to discover that there is one just ahead, hidden behind another building right on the right there. I start to turn (slightly late, the next building over) and am trying to turn around, but I find myself triggering a speaker in a sort of drive thru that feels more like a Sonic drive up, and since that is not where I want to be, I drive off quickly and move on to the Tastee Freeze.

The problem is, even though I was at the next building over, it was Tastee Freeze's speaker, and so I had to explain why I triggered the speaker and just drove off instead of ordering, and they are a little upset with me. I am just confused, since I didn't know it was them. I am trying to explain, except I suddenly find myself at a balloon convention, talking with Andrew MacDonald, who is kind of laughing at Don Caldwell, who is trying to make a bird balloon that I taught Andrew the last time I saw him, and just can't seem to remember how to do it, and keeps popping balloons. Andrew wants me to show him how it is done, and I feel embarrassed and foolish, since it is Don's DVD that taught it to me in the first place.

Thankfully, there is another switch, and Andrew and I are standing in a sort of warehouse/manufacturing site. There are some twisted and mangled steel or iron bars all over the floor, and I am trying to stack them with straight, whole bars on the warehouse racks, but being all messed up, they keep falling. (Well duh!) There are a bunch of werewolves in the warehouse, and they are stalking around us, kind of frightening, and one of the people in charge comes walking up. The shift just ended, the werewolves are getting dangerous, and I just want to get out of there, so I am trying to walk toward the exit, but unfortunately the supervisor comes up.

He's a bit of a punk, perhaps a thug, and a really nasty piece of work. He says he doesn't like Andrew because he is too meek and quiet. He says he doesn't like me either, thinks I am lazy, and he is going to fire me soon. I just ignore him, and continue walking across the warehouse. I run into a higher level manager, a lady who seems more friendly. She still isn't perfect though. She says Andrew just got on a bus or something, but in doing so, he said something that really, really upset some absolutely crazy woman. The punk supervisor says 'so what?' since the woman is a total nut job, but the higher level supervisor orders him to fix the situation, which is when I woke up.

10-22-2013 -- I find myself somehow back at Rosemary's. I am living here again, but the house, itself, is more one that I remember from other dreams belonging to BAM. I have been feeling slightly under the weather, and walking down the hall with Rosemary she is pressuring me to use some really old medicines that a doctor once prescribed to me. We're walking down the hall, and she is really going on about it, and finally I blow up at her, making it quite clear that I can take care of myself, and her feelings are hurt, but I have had enough of being pushed around.

I decide to go take a bath, so head off to the bathroom that I am supposed to use, which is a sort of addition that was built on north of the kitchen on the east side of the house, but when I get there I find a chair sitting in the bath tub with a couple of odd flat power chainsaws that are somehow used to press flat against the walls and cut holes right in the corner of the ceiling. I ask about what is going on, and when they say it is going to be that way for a while, I say I guess I will have to use the other bathroom. Rather than disagree, they say at least now there is another bathroom to use.

The other bathroom is in the hall on the west side of the house, in a row of double rooms. In past dreams it has been in the middle of the hall, on the left side, surrounded by bedrooms across the hall on the right side, and more bedrooms on its own side on either side of it. But as I am approaching it, the bathroom moves, and is now the last room in the hall on the right side. I walk in, and start looking through the medicine cabinet, looking for any tiny dose aspirin I might have left behind, and find a bottle with three or four kinds of pills in it, including yellow and black capsules that are starting to dissolve, some white tablets that look like my metoprolol, and yes, some baby aspirin, but I decide they all look too far gone to bother with.

As I keep looking through the medicine cabinet the bathroom has turned into a bedroom, and I am still going through things that have been left behind by the last person to have rented the room. Thing is, I start to recognize some of the stuff, and am hearing an interview of sorts with the person. It is turning out that Tammy Sytch (a wrestling personality) last rented the room. In the dream, she tried a career as a singer, but it kind of fell through, and as an actress, and it fell through ... she may have even spent some time as a clown, which is why she was renting a room from Rosemary in the first place, and why she had to eventually leave in the second. But meanwhile she spent some time as a friend to Lexie, and left behind a lingerie photo of herself that I am glancing at.

Eventually, things shift again, and I am in Buena Park, around about Magnolia and La Palma. There is a parade going on, and for some reason I am in a shopping cart being pushed by Mark Byrne. We're trying to get back to Rosemary's house, which is down somewhere near Fullerton College, or perhaps even further beyond. Since La Palma is blocked off by the parade, we first take a detour by moving over to Crescent and going down to Gilbert, but when we take Gilbert back to La Palma, the parade is still there and in the way. So we have to wait for gaps in the parade, and then continue on, Mark pushing the shopping cart and waiting for cops giving instructions, and huge Mears buses pulling in and out. It's a really strange situation to be in.

By this time we have traveled far enough that we are between Brookhurst and Euclid, and I am wondering just how far away Mark parked, and hoping we are not going to have to take the shopping cart all the way home ... but it looks like we are. The problem is, I occasionally slip off a little bit, my feet hit the pavement, and then I kind of push the cart a bit to the side, and Mark doesn't like this, and starts berating me about it. So I hop off the cart entirely, and decide to walk on my own, which means I am going to be slower, and have to stop to rest once in a while, since I am not in the best of shape, and it has Mark and I on worse and worse terms with each other.

Somehow things kind of shift again, and we have just made it through downtown Fullerton and to Rosemary's place once more, where we have headed inside, and while people are trying to talk to Mark, he is determined to get a dinner ready with lots of onions, and beer as the drink, and is determined that he and I are going to sit down and have a meal together. He says he doesn't feel like talking right now, and after what we've just been through, nobody would want anything except to sit down with an ice-cold beer. But I don't do beer, I don't do onions, and I am tired of being pushed around, so I am about to stalk off and find a meal of my own at a restaurant ... one that I can enjoy.

11-07-2013 -- [Haven't had any dreams worth recording for two or three days. Woke this morning with no dreams yet again, but it was quite early in the morning. Haven't had any fun sexual dreams in probably a month, so went back to sleep constantly repeating in my mind that I was going to have a long, involved, fun dream that included having sex. Slept for a few minutes, was briefly woke, then fell back asleep, and in the process had the following fragment and dream.]

I am in a somewhat nice building that seems to be a cross of a Mercedes showroom, a bank, or perhaps an office building. Decent sized offices with glass fronts. There are a fair amount of people walking around, including a smarmy male manager, and several females, ranging from very attractive to fairly attractive wandering around in a variety of tops, but all wearing very short, white, pleated skirts that kind of remind me of Supergirl. They wander around in this building, running various errands, and whenever they bend over to pick up something off the floor, they provide a [b]very[/i] nice view. I'm feeling very horny, so I wander around, trying to stay away from the smarmy manager dude, hoping to catch one of the women alone and bent over in one of the offices.

I follow around the most attractive blonde for a while, bright golden hair, fairly large breasts, long shapely legs, but it almost seems the manager is following her, and because of that, she never seems to bend over. Finally, I end up following another woman. She is not quite as wow as the other, but still very nice. She has a slightly smaller chest and dirty blonde hair. In one of the offices, alone, she bends over to pick something up, flashing a very skimpy pair of panties, and I drop to my knees behind her, and bury my face in her backside, tugging her panties to the side as I give her a lick. She gasps, and starts to say no, no, no, as I continue to lick, but as I reach a hand around and also begin to stroke her clit, it turns to more of a no, no, nore, more, more moan. But oddly, while she seems to be enjoying herself, and I am certainly enjoying myself, I don't seem to be erect, to take the next step. Which is exactly when I awoke to a trash truck going by outside.

Fell back asleep to find myself in what started out as almost a doctor's office, but started changing into more a sort of abandoned super market. I am wandering around, and there are a lot of beautiful women here, and a lot of strong, handsome men. Many of both sexes are nude, and having sex with each other in individual rooms, but with no doors. Nobody seems to be bothered by it, though. I come across one fairly attractive redhead who doesn't seem to have anybody to spend time with, and we have some sex. It's nice and fun, but not very detailed or textured if you know what I mean. The dream isn't really making it real, yet.

She wanders off, having things to do, and slowly I discover everybody is turning into superheroes, while still just wandering around, having sex. I am looking for somebody new, and come across an attractive brunette, slightly slim, good sized breasts, long brown hair, a nice figure, but slightly less curves than someone like Wonder Woman would have. She is alone, and nude, and seems kind of upset, and I ask her about it. It seems she is fighting with her boyfriend, because he refuses to eat her out, and I say I'd be happy to do that for her. She isn't completely sure, because her boyfriend is extremely strong, extremely jealous, and kind of stupid, but she's really horny, so she agrees.

She is soon laying on a towel, her legs spread, and I dive in. She is moaning slightly as I start to lick her, and we carry on for a while, but though I try, I am not quite getting her there with my tongue. I add a couple of fingers, alternating between sliding them inside and using them to alternate with tongue strokes along her clit, and I must eventually hit on the exact right rhythm eventually, because she convulses, gives a huge groan, and starts spraying my face with her juices. Seems I've got a squirter. We continue with some rather nice sex for quite a while, and when we eventually finish, we kind of rest there in each others' arms, cuddling.

That's when her boyfriend shows up, angry as hell and itching for a fight. He's a big, muscle-bound fellow, wearing a bright red costume. No idea what I am wearing. We exchange punches and throws for a while, and I am managing to hold my own, but we're managing to bang each other up pretty badly. At one point I have him pinned against a wall and straight out tell him, if he isn't going to please his girl, then I bloody well am. He claims that he does please her, and I tell him he refuses to eat her out. He get's this little-kid-icky look on his face and goes "Eeeeewwwwww!" and I look at him in amazement. "Have you ever tasted your girl's cum?" From this he realizes we weren't just cuddling, we've actually had sex, and he goes even more ballistic.

We continue fighting for a while, and eventually I have the strength and leverage to catch him in a full nelson, completely locked in, and have him pressed against a wall. I tell him flat out that this can go a couple of ways. He can decide to give his girl what she wants, as well as taking what he wants, in which case I'll only be with her once more, to show him what to do, or he can continue to be selfish, and I'll be with her whenever she wants. He gets this intense look on his face, like its a really hard thing to think through.

About this time, some other heroes come running through, and say some bad guys have planted some bombs at a nearby strip mall, and we have to go stop them. I let the guy go, and he kind of collapses to the ground. I almost follow him ... we've really battered each other. A couple of the other heroes are half supporting me, half carrying me, one on each side, as they start to lead me off to the strip mall. The farther we go, the more I regain my strength, and am able to move under my own power. Soon we reach the abandoned store front where the bombs are, and we find there are a lot of bombs held within some good-sized cardboard boxes. We start grabbing the boxes one or two at a time, pulling off a tab that kind of forces them to detonate within a few minutes (like a delayed action pin on a hand grenade) instead of whenever the bad guys had set them for, then are stacking them in a big, open area outside, where we hope they will do no harm.

The guy I was fighting with wasn't here for a while, and I am worried that he is going to come along and attack and fight me again, rather than working on the bombs, but as I reenter to grab more, I come across him carrying two out. He seems to be more interested in doing his job, and I briefly clap a hand on his shoulder, then grab a couple more bombs and haul them outside. A fire engine pulls up right next to the bombs, and we try to chase them back a bit away so they won't get blown up when the bombs all go off. We've got all the bombs out of the strip mall, but what were medium sized cardboard boxes have turned into a number of railroad containers filled with explosives, and kind of quivering from the volatile contents inside. Now we're just kind of standing around, waiting for them to explode, and to find out whether the area is open enough to avoid them doing any major damage or not.

Then I stop to think for a moment. We have a lot of heroes here, maybe 20 or 30, and some of them are probably not as impervious to damage as I am. I call out, loudly "Who here is not invulnerable?" I hear a couple of voices call out on the other side of the crowd, including a couple of female voices, and I head over that way until I find an attractive blonde female hero with her hand up. She's got a nice figure, a nice costume, very sexy. I explain when all these containers blow, there is going to be a lot of shrapnel, and if she isn't invulnerable, I am going to have to protect her. I pull her into a very tight, very invasive embrace, and pull her to the ground, my body between her and the containers, while they continue to quiver and pulse with the unstable materials inside. We're laying there for several very long seconds, though she does seem to be enjoying herself.

Suddenly there is a flash of light, and we are flying through the air. For several seconds, it is very peaceful, almost as if we had the power of flight (neither of us do) as we somehow move smoothly and rapidly through the air, then there is noise and turbulence and fire, and we crash violently to the ground. I glance around, and there is flaming debris everywhere, but nobody is seriously hurt, and the buildings are all OK, so it seems we got everything set up all right. The beautiful hero in my arms seems rather affectionate, and we're only two or three miles from the abandoned supermarket where we seem to live, so I figure it is time to go back and have some more fun. I know we can't fly, but I am super strong, so I figure maybe I can jump a mile at a time, like the Hulk. I hold her tight in my arms, but only manage to jump maybe 30 yards into the air, and only about 50 yards distance before I drop back to the ground. I do a couple more jumps like that, but it just isn't moving me far enough, fast enough. I try running at super speed, but it turns out that isn't one of my gifts either, because I can only run about a mile a minute. Phooey. With our headquarters two or three miles away, it takes me two whole minutes to get us there! AAUUGGHH!! But soon we're moving among the abandoned aisles looking for a bed, then we start to rapidly undress each other, ready to relax after a tough day of explosives!

Dream recall from today's WBTB/nap.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some game that i thought i've played before, it was fps and i was going through a bunch of brown futuristic halls, fighting enemies. Then i reach a room where i remember about cannon weapon from serious sam series, i remember that there's hidden way to get it in the room using some mechanisms.After a while of looking around i realize that i am dreaming, but i am still curious about that cannon(Low awareness), i easily lift two mechanisms and they combine together into some weird metallic contraption, but with no more effect, then i remember my goals but dream fades out.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was something about a chase that woken up a dragon, then i was in my room talking to someone about some console game which had more realistic sun than an actual sun.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was going through various places.

Dream 1(fragment):

Something about hearthstone.

Dream 2(fragments):

Was playing some game with weapon crafting/upgrade.

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]Dreamt I was outside my school and there were some guardians making sure nobody is entering. My dog was trapped in there for some reason so I sneaked in to help her get out. There was this weird over-weight woman with afro hair who wanted to keep my dog. The real thing started to turn into a video game in which I was playing the dog. She kept running and kept shapeshifting into a medieval looking woman. There were some girls who were really jealous of her hair. She kept running and running till we got into a hall. She got her original shape back and I told her to wait me in there because I wanted to see what's happening in the room next to us. I got in the room(It looked like a cinema) and looked around. I saw the weird woman and a girl next to her that looked like her slave. I was trying to hide myself till I got bored and showed myself to her. She said : What are you doing here? Where's the dog? The dog then came in and laughed... She wanted to run after us but she tripped and fell while me and my dog kept doing it to get out of the castle(Or whatever it was)[/COLOR]

Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]It was night and I was on a boat with a random DC. We kept talking about stuff till she decided to bite me. I was really happy because of that. The dream skips somewhere near a big rock which looked like it was about to fall. I was talking with some random vampires from there and one of them brought a human so we can make fun of it. They tried to teach me what I should do with a human and all. Then the girl who was really hungry grabbed the human by it's hand. Nobody noticed it except me, so I followed her. She then saw me and asked me if I wanted to join the fun. I was like : What fun? then I got in there and the vampire wanted to bite it. She asked me if she should drink her blood or make her a vampire. I shrug then she keeps touching it's neck till she decides to bite it's... shoulder. She made it a vampire. I told her : Why did you made her a vampire? Now all of us are vampires, It's not funny anymore. After saying that, I leave and the dream ends.[/COLOR]