non-lucid

I was watching from as if behind a rider’s eyes as he rode his horse. They jumped over many obstacles that got progressively harder (at one point, fences), and I marveled at it, wondering how the horse didn’t get worn out.

It switched to an omniscient view. Apparently I’m spying on the rider as he’s delivering a package. It’s a really long piece of metalwork, and I wonder how he’s carrying it without any issues, but after watching him, I see that he’s keeping it well in hand, even though it’s almost longer than the horse.

They arrive at a pen, and the horse jumps over the enclosure - I see Spice sleeping on the dirt ground, but the horse jumps over him with ease.

Me and a woman are there waiting, sitting behind some kind of square crate. I look over and see that Spice is a few feet to the left than where he was before.

Notes: I have ‘ride a horse’ on my goal list but hadn’t thought about it much lately. So to have this dream out of nowhere was amazing. Feeling the horse jump over obstacles and running was an amazing feeling. I hope to have another dream like this!

Time Lucid - 30 seconds
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I was in my house, but it looked different. I saw a big guy, I think it may have been Brendan McC(BM). He was on choking a guy(Guillotine choke), half the size of him, in length and width.. I had to step in and help this guy out, so I jumped on top of him and started raining elbows to his face. I felt the strikes were not as forced as I wanted them to me, but as I focused on them, I got into the rhythm and was now throwing quick elbows, trying to cut his face up.

I was now in my bed room and I was expecting BM to come in and say something to me. His friend Clint S, came into the room. He said a few things which were nice and he smiled.

I must have become aware in my dream, and did a RC by looking at my hand. I think it was smaller then usual, but wasn't convincing. I tried my nose plug for the first time in a dream and it worked perfectly. I smiled, and kept plugging my nose as It felt really cool to do.

I got up and went down the hallway. My penis got the better of me and I was looking for some females to have sex with. I started thinking about how the lucid would last for a long time (in a way, trying to convince myself). I tried turning a light on, expecting it to turn on but nothing happened.

I started to feel myself waking up. As I woke up, I could have attempted a DEILD but decided to write the dream down, as I've been on a bit of a dry spell for a week. I didn't end up writing anything down and went back to sleep. I was now in the same dream but wasn't lucid. I saw my old cat Lily come from under the bed. She looked a bit different. I patted her head and felt scabs on her head, which were a lot worse then when she had them in reality. I was pretty amazed that she was here with me, because she had ran away from our previous house. We had moved again after that.

Side note.
As the last dream ended, I attempted a DEILD. I think I left it a bit late. I saw imagery in the top left hand corner, which was pretty small. I tried focusing on the dream scene but it faded straight away (mistake, should have passively been aware of it)

I was in prison for a minor incident, but something had happened in jail which had given me the life sentence.

The prison was getting raided. We were all told to lay down, face down, facing the wall.

I somehow escaped prison, and made my way to a house. I was wearing clothes that didn't look completely like a prison outfit, but was uncomfortable in case I got noticed as a prisoner.

I had reached my family, but they were not my real family, just people I knew (Josh D?). I was happy to see them and was cherishing the moments I was having with them. I broke down and started crying when I mentioned about how I was given a life sentence.

I was now in what looked like, Germain's bed room. I was using looking into his mirror and noticed I was now someone else, Miley Cyrus . I had all her features that she has of now. I was trying to style my hair, but I couldn't get it to look the way I wanted it.

Miley Cyrus

I asked Josh, how I could fly out of the country without getting caught.

Scene changed.

I was now playing Australian Rules Football(AFL). I saw a great mark by a Melbourne Demons player. I thought It may have been J. Howe, but I don't think it was. The ball had been kicked over my head, I ran back with the flight of the ball and took a courageous mark. I tried to kick the ball long and direct, but it went to the left, but luckily one of my team mates was there to take the mark.

I remember the ball going over a fence. Some players said that we wouldn't be able to get it back, as they asked the owner of the house for it, and he said no. I had a look at the fence it had gone over and noticed there was a lot of barb wire at the bottom of the fence.
I thought that I should jump over and get it, but saw the owner in his house, looking our way and didn't risk it.

Eventually I think the man threw the ball back over his fence to us.

I was back at Germain's. I was talking to Chris Judd (Carlton AFL Player), about why I couldn't play at the top level in AFL, due to my shoulder. I think he thought I was talking about him, so he explained about his surgery. He said he tore his hamstring off his shoulder

Chris Judd

There was some kind of survival race between teams and we were going through various landscapes including a desert and a grassland. We had some abilities and we fought other teams a few times. In the end, after the race, we had a fight on some landscape with buildings, split by river into two parts. I was using a pistol to snipe someone from enemy team over great distances and some scientist dude joined out team along with a lady that had ability to control electricity. She was on enemy team at first, but she joined us because we were only ones able to understand her goals. Then after defeating enemy team we all had a feast, there were various foods including some kind of eye things.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false-awakening

I'm a college student of a small town, who has a secret business my parents don't know of, and which made me secretely rich. Because they'd disapprove the source of my earnings, I keep a hobby of nightly UFO watching with "friends" on the plateau looking over the town. Some day I meet a guy that looks and talks just like Samuel L. Jackson. He his charming at first and I feel taken away by his seductive moves, but at some point he starts making indecent proposals and I push him away. He doesn't take a no and starts being pushy and threathening me. We fight on the street and eventually there are some witnesses who make him stop attacking me. He is ready to run away but first he threathens to destroy me. He shouts he will reveal my UFO watching "activity" and I say I'm not embarassed by people knowing that I do that. He smirks and say "Oh, but I have pictures of what you really do on that UFO-watching time!"
OMG! Nobody can know!
Then I remember I am rich and can hire a chinese assassin to take him out of the picture. (why chinese...?)

non lucid
*I at Lama Dorjee's what seems to be house. I go to use there restrooms and I notice allot of hair in there tub. I think wow that is allot of tibetan hair, we also have some hair in are shower.

Date: September 26, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total sleep time: Finally enough

Dream 1:

I was running in the weirdest race with a lot of people…mostly women. The race took place in a very large home…somewhat like a mansion. We had to go through all of these nooks and crannies of the home…racing up back stairways and secret passages. To thwart our efforts some men was offering runners a nice cold beer, and other men were their flirting with the women…some women fell for it and had to drop out of the race. I was sitting down taking a break from the race when I realized that I haven’t seen any of the runners in a while, I hopped up from my seat and finished the last lap to win the race.

Fraggle:

I was trying to thread a needle, but the needle disappeared in thin air. I got down of the floor to look for the needle and found it, but instead of being the straight needle I started out with, it was a curved needle…like the kind doctors use to close up stitches.

Fraggle:

I was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat.

Dream 2:

I was talking with my nephew when I noticed that someone was at the window trying to get his attention to come outside. When he did come outside, several people were there and started fighting him…it had to be around 5 or 6 people fighting my 1 nephew. It was a planned attack and I was so angry, that I went to go find the attackers all by myself. Once I found them, I made them sit down on the ground in a neat row and tell me why they had did what they did. It turns out that the attack was orchestrated by a female (don’t know if this was an ex-girlfriend or not) and she was not even sorry for what happened. I remember cussing her out and holding her down until the police came. The girl had stated that she was only in the neighborhood that day because she had special privileges at the prison…she was an inmate at the prison and she was allowed to be out in the community during the day, only to return back to the prison at night…and I noticed that she was pregnant. I didn’t care, I continued to grab at her and cuss her out. She kept a smirk on her face the entire time.

Dream 3:

I was riding in my car with my family when we noticed that a police car was pulled over to the side of the rode. I was speeding so fast that I almost ran into the back of the police car. The police car put on it’s lights and (can’t remember how) but I ended up at the police station with the police officer. The police officer was not dressed in uniform, he was dressed in some very casual shorts and a t-shirt AND he reeked of alcohol. As it turns out, the police officer was pulled over on the side of the rode for driving under the influence and he was waiting on another office to come get him and take him to jail!

Fraggle:

Something about me looking for a house to purchase and I had to choose between two homes…one of them was famous for serving the best seafood in town. I can’t remember anything about the other house except it was painted white on the outside.

Note: I couldn't be more proud of myself for improving so much on dream recall, I have been able to remember 3 dreams and 3 fragments in one night! Such an improvement for me! So sweet

All the stars are falling. At first it's just a few shooting stars; then the sky's full of them, as if every star in the sky is moving, and there are more stars than I've ever seen. It's incredibly beautiful. I'm thinking it must be the Pleiades (I'm reasonably certain the dream got that mixed up and actually meant the Perseids), and thinking about how in previous meteor showers the sky was always clouded over, so this is my first time seeing the whole of the 'Pleiades.' I see the image of a ringed planet form in the motion of the stars, filling up the sky.

I try to get someone, a woman, to come and look at the stars with me, calling it the greatest sky show or light show, and she says she's seen plenty of light shows, local fireworks displays, and doesn't need to see any more.

09-21-2013 -- Somehow I am kind of flying over a mostly dried out drainage ditch as a part of a sort of live-action video game. I'm kind of turning brown squares blue and changing land into water in a sort of odd live version of a combination of Tropico and Roller Coaster Tycoon.

Soon I have landed and am standing in the drainage ditch, and I seem to be laying out these strange double discs, about the size and shape of dinner plates, except back to back so they look kind of like giant yo-yos. I'm setting them down in a sort of a grid pattern across the width of the drainage ditch in a row, and they somehow either conjure or teleport in large amounts of water. So I lay down a row of these, then shift forward three or four feet and lay down another row (about 8 across each tie), then move another few feet and put down another row, and slowly but surely they are producing enough water to start forming a pretty decent river.

As time goes on, I continue bulking up the river, but soon I am also starting to place or create the land around the river, laying out this marble-like beige base. As I am creating more and more land and water, and producing what is needed to sustain life in the area, more and more people are kind of being 'generated' to populate the area, and a town name suddenly appears on the map, proclaiming this to be Youfoundmeland, which sounds completely silly to me.

For some reason, I really want to name the place New Hereford. I guess because I am creating both the river and the ford, and both are here. I think this is in England, and I have been creating the Thames, and they already have a Hereford, hence New Hereford. Meanwhile, since this is the Thames, which has been very polluted for parts of its life, I am wondering if it is really safe to drink, even if the water I have been teleporting or conjuring in seems to be very clean and clear. I still worry it might be being polluted within a foot or two of where it comes gushing out of these 'plates.'

So I am standing in this city that has just been founded, and they love me and respect me for bringing about this land, which is why they want to name it Youfoundmeland, and I don't want to argue with them because I fear I might hurt their feelings, but I really don't like the name they've chosen. So I decide I won't say anything, I'll just try to change it, and maybe they'll like the new name better ... and if not, I can always change it back.

So I am looking around, and on a marble-like hillside next to a bend in the river where the major town seems to be springing up, I spot what almost looks like a sort of a key right sticking out of the dirt. It has the look of the kind of key ring with the little latch that flips up, allowing you to easily add keys. I flip it up, which produces a kind of cell phone-like keypad that serves as a controller for the area, and I try to type in the new name.

Problem is, the keypad seems damaged, and kind of thrown together from spare parts, and keys have been pasted over the top of other keys and what I am trying to type is not coming out right at all. But I keep plugging away at it. Meanwhile, there is a nice lady here who seems kind of disappointed that I am trying to change the name, but really impressed that I am able to. Kind of hints of Tron, like I am a user able to do things that the programs around me can't really do, even if I don't seem all that sure about what I am doing.

Meanwhile, things seem to start over, kind of like a reset has been pushed or something, except now I seem to be creating the land in a matrix about six squares by eight squares by about six squares deep, three dimensions, programming land and water and a ceiling in a sort of tunnel system while Albus Dumbledore is trying to control me and lecturing me disapprovingly, trying to tell me how he wants me to do it, but I am convinced he is an absolute idiot!

Meanwhile all this is going on while I have this absolutely lovely woman almost trying to worship me, and I am trying to explain to her that it is no big deal. Two of us just started to try and terraform the area at the same time in the game, which somehow brought it to life or something. Nothing we planned to do, it just happened, so we don't really deserve all this attention for it.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about dragons and at one point a dragon was flying above me.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was apparently on yogscast tekkit server and there was something about restarting tekkit series and building some new base, then i've managed to find some hidden chest by digging ground and one of them contained book called "German Diary #8".
Later i am at home and i am waiting for new tekkit episode, suddenly i wake up, i take off headset and can still hear sound also i get feeling that i am dreaming. I try to move but wake up again, still feeling dream, and again. ON the third time i finally manage to get up and i go to balcony, it's raining and rain seems to be getting stronger, soon dream fades out.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was looking at various pictures of dragons.

The earliest dream fragment I can remember was me sitting in the living room at my dad's house. This dog (that I don't own in real life) was there, and he could talk. He was somewhat of a bully too, and would force me to move over on the couch just so he could hog most of it to himself. There was something later that involved a tornado, and several of them came at the house in waves of two or three.

The last thing I remember before waking up was exceptionally creepy. I was dreaming that I was laying down in the same bed that I was actually sleeping in. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed (it doesn't exist in my actual dorm room) and I could see a reflection of my own silhouette in it, but it was standing up, behind the bed. I asked it what it was doing, and it started dancing. I thought that was pretty cool, and I asked it to moonwalk. It moonwalked out of view, but then came back and stood in front of the mirror. Then it slowly reached down and started choking me, although I could see and feel no hand. I suddenly woke up, and it was so weird seeing the same room go from being covered in shadow to being lit by the morning Sun in less than a second.

I'm starting to wonder if maybe I was actually awake but in some kind of sleep-paralysis or something that caused me to hallucinate, because the angles, my posture, where I was looking; it was all the same.

09-24-2013 -- I'm walking down Hickory toward Greenleaf, just passing the Goodwin house when somebody comes running, screaming, out of the house and into the street, which causes somebody who was driving down the street to swerve onto the lawn, causing me to have to dive out of the way to avoid being hit.

This causes me to roll out of the way, and into the Goodwins' back yard, where I find the police are looking around, and I start to learn what is going on. A mad gunman has fired on some people, perhaps even killed some people, and they have him trapped here in the Goodwins' house, but he's hiding inside, and they don't know exactly where he is, and he could pop out at any time and shoot somebody, so they are being really cautious.

I slowly make my way around the back yard and then the side yard, feeling like I am being watched the entire time, and like he has a gun trained on me ... very nerve-wracking. I eventually make it to the front yard, then start heading down the street toward Greenleaf again, but now I am going for help, though I don't really know where or what kind of help. A sports car pulls up and offers me a ride wherever I am going, and it is the guy who almost ran me over, and turns out to be a friend of mine.

The guy is sort of a cross of Dave D, Sean S, and Phil L, a nice guy, but a little bit of a trouble-maker, and I am ribbing him about almost running me over, and he explains that the gunman shot at him and he was trying to avoid hitting the woman that ran into the street, and it is not his fault ... and I am never going to let him live this down, am I? And I tell him no, I'm not, but I am starting to climb into the car with him.

That's when his older sister shows up. She is rather pushy and unfriendly (reminds me of Tina, the older sister of another of my childhood friends) and explains that he had no permission to borrow the car, and was already going to be in big trouble with his parents, but now that he's crashed it into the tree in the Goodwins' yard .... He goes off with her in the car, and I am forced back on my feet to try and find help. I am now right by the corner of Hickory and Greenleaf, and may be renting a bike to ride while looking for help.

I am considering a particular model because it is being advertised by a Brian Keith-like curmudgeony sales person who is pushing that model, and I am soon walking it by the house with the hedges. I notice that a dog who has always been loud and unfriendly and kind of scary now seems to want to be friendly, and the neighbors are talking about the killer down the street, and I now find myself going home.

Soon I am at the Hickory house, collecting mail at the front door, and as I walk inside, I find somebody who is an odd cross between my cousin Lyle, Horatio from CSI:Miami and James Spader, and he is proposing theories about the killer while running a long strip of film negatives through his hands. He seems to be developing the film, and drying the various chemicals off the strip.

Mom doesn't buy his theories, and doesn't seem to trust him at all. She says he can't claim to have had knowledge about this months ago when it only happened in the last day or two. (Strangely, I haven't heard him say a word about knowing about this months ago, and it has only happened in the last few minutes, so I have no idea what she is talking about.)

Soon the area is turning into a cross between a school (large school, high school or college, not a small grade school), and they are trying to recruit mom to do some kind of undercover investigation where she would be posing as a returning student, but she doesn't want to do it. I think she is afraid she'll find she likes it too much, and will really go back to school, and she doesn't want to do that.

She finally agrees, and steps into the hospital / college / whatever it is, and starts having to dodge several young men with very Weasley-red hair and bearing, who are running around trying to find food that they can reheat for more and larger meals. Meanwhile, mom is dodging around doing her investigation, and I find the place is turning into more of a cross between the TAMS facility and Hewitt, and I am on the second floor in the offices trying to find an attractive young lady who I may have a thing for, and trying to stay out of trouble.

09-26-2013 -- [Very long, detailed, funny dream, that like usual, I can not remember well enough to really do justice to it. I literally woke chuckling to all the insanity I'd just been through.] I am at a hotel or something, almost certainly at or near Walt Disney World, and I am with Dale. He's on the last full day of his vacation, and is stressing out about going home the next day. He's worried about packing everything and getting the rental car returned and all.

So I am walking him through it all step-by-step, and telling him it will all go smoothly and be easy to get everything done, and he is starting to calm down. Meanwhile, we seem to be eating in a little restaurant or cafeteria that seems more like it is in a school than a hotel (hints of FCM at IWU), and Dale is mentioning how he ended up writing some sort of sarcastic bit for a small humor newsletter, but what was supposed to be one little bit has grown into three, and he's handed them to me to read, and as I am doing so (and nothing ever reads well in dreams) the publication is growing from a Teens Today-size 11x17 folded-into-four-page handout to a Hornet-sized newspaper to a multi-page, multi-section full-size newspaper like the Orange County Register, which I am having trouble folding to carry under my arm.

Meanwhile, Dale has just taken out his trombone and has walked into the back of a classroom and sat down with his instrument as a very no-nonsense teacher and a bunch of students start to walk into the room. It seems Dale is sitting in on a rehearsal. The teacher is very tough and demanding, but all Dale ever receives from him is the occasional brief nod, so he must be a very good musician. [In real life I am almost certain Dale doesn't play anything.]

As the teacher starts and continues to lead the group, I am very surprised to notice all the brass players are segregated behind a 'sound-proof' barrier that can't block the sound entirely, but lessens it, so the teacher isn't having to constantly warn the brass not to blare, and urge the woodwinds and strings to be louder, to be heard, and I am thinking to myself what a brilliant idea it is, and wishing we had it back when I was in band. But Dale is not behind it, so I guess the trombone is a woodwind in this dream.

Anyway, they play for a bit, and then they seem to take a little break, and while the professor is giving his students small bits of individual instruction, I am making a few comments (about the vacation, not the music) to Dale, and though I am afraid the music teacher will snap at me, he doesn't. The teacher is a sort of a mixture between Mr. Eubanks (one of my teachers, though not a band teacher), Pat Moran, and Lisa Simpson's music teacher.

Soon the whole class is moving, and it seems like we move about a corridor over. It is like we are moving from a practice room to a performance hall, and starting to prepare for an actual concert or something. But there are more and more people walking in and getting involved, and lots of 'guest stars,' both from TV and from my past. Tony Shalhoub seems to be puttering around, and Ron Howard seems to be playing an instrument, and wondering how things are going to play out, but they are both very young. (Ron is Happy Days age, and Tony resembles his character in Galaxy Quest.)

There is a young lady who is top of her class, and very proper, but kind of stuck up (a sort of cross between Sharon Newkirk's brilliance and Cordelia Chase's attitude) who is supposed to be one of the star performers, but she has managed to do something to anger the professor, and he just points her to an out-of-the-way corner and orders her to sit down and shut up, which has her pouting and angry.

Meanwhile, there is a very flashy and flamboyant piano player, a kind of a cross between Liberace and Elton John, very forward, demanding, and visual, who is just passing through, but sees a piano, and can't help but sit down and start to play, and the professor tolerates it, but makes it plain he expects him to behave, and amazingly enough, manages enough presence that the flamboyant player meekly agrees.

So they are all starting to tune up and prepare, and Dale is still hanging in the background, out of the way, but ready to play. Since he is not one of the students, he doesn't want to put himself forward at all, but he is still going to sit in and play along. Meanwhile, Shawn Spencer is also here, and is his usual insane self, and is coming up with all sorts of ideas on how to make the concert or opera or whatever it is supposed to be, and somehow the strict, demanding, controlling professor finds almost all of his insane ideas to be interesting, and is largely giving him free reign, and thereby allowing chaos to spread incredibly.

So the people are wandering in and out, music is played, Shawn is rewriting both the show and bits of music on the fly (at one point he walks by the piano player, throws in a hand, and adds a small riff mid-song before walking off) and though I expect both the flamboyant pianist and the controlling director to be furious, they seem much more bemused, almost sort of "Yes, that does work nicely."

The girl is complaining that she isn't being allowed to do anything, and it's just not right! Ron Howard is having fun, but confused as can be about what is happening, and Shawn is getting more and more wild in his ideas, which doesn't bother the controlling professor at all, though it certainly ought to! Things are getting more and more surreal, and the audience is just laughing hysterically and taking it all in. It is chaos ... brilliantly orchestrated chaos!

Finally things end and we all start filing out. I want to tell the professor how much I liked the concert, and also I still want to comment on that brass behind the barrier thing, but there is no way to get near him at the moment, and the press of the crowd more or less forces me into the practice room that we'd visited earlier. It seems that other students, not part of the group performing, but inspired by the concert's madness, have run rampant in here, and trashed the place.

The college staff have been working at cleaning the place up, and are somehow deciding to blame me for all this, but I am not having any part of it. I tell them they want the prestige of having this big name person in charge, and to keep him from walking off in a huff they give him complete and absolute control ... if he goes mad and his students destroy the place, the blame is completely theirs. They can't blame it on a random passing stranger! They don't like hearing this, and are swarming at me, trying to pull me down, but all they manage to do is to pull down all the materials blocking the door, and create an exit for me. I climb out of the room, and back into the main hall, where I find the crowds thinning.

I run into Dale, who I haven't seen in a while, and he is now late for his plane, but he feels the concert was well-worth it, and he isn't worried about it anymore. I start helping him grab all his luggage, and am sort of shrinking it to a small size, and causing it to all float around us (ala Harry Potter) while Kevin is complaining about everything, and saying he doesn't know what is going on.

We hurry toward the car, but as the crowds continue to thin, I practically run right in to the professor, and decide I have to speak to him for a moment. But now he is tired, and winding down, and has been talking to people for quite a while, and may be starting to second guess himself a little, and he seems really iffy about talking to me.

I tell him something like "That was crazy, and insane, and hilarious, and absolutely brilliant, but I have to tell you two things. The first is a quote from one of the Superman movies: 'You can't ...' I mean, 'You don't ...' 'If you think you can ....' Never mind. It's not important." Now he is starting to smirk, and seems to be getting to be in a better mood.

"The second thing is this. I used to be a music student ... never again!" I insist, worried that he'll think I want to ask him for lessons or something. Then I start to mention the constant warnings to the brass not to blare, and everybody else to be louder, but after the first couple of words, he is repeating back what I am saying, just a split second after me, then saying it with me, then saying is just an instant before me, like that odd monster out of the Doctor Who episode Midnight. Before I can get too frightened and freak too much, he breaks it off to make a comment about how the strange thing is, they don't have that segregated bit here in the performance hall, only in the practice room.

About this point, I woke up chuckling to myself about the madness of the dream.

for the first dream I have a vague memory of having sex in the trunk space of the van. I do not recall who with and don't really recall much about the experience, but it was not with my husband more with a faceless guy. now the van was like our current van, which has almost no trunk space: there is absolutely no way for one person to fit in there in any way, let alone for two people to be doing anything. I recall there was one or maybe two male strangers who happened to be in the backseat of the van while we did it somehow in the trunk, and the backseat and trunk are open to each other so it's like doing it in their presence. I don't remember enjoying the experience or being embarrassed or any emotions really.

the second dream starts out in some sort of class that I took, continuing education. then I am in a store and I fall in love with a red dress. I remember it was like thirty some dollars but in my dream I hesitated because of how expensive it was. And then the sales person found out I was in a class, and he had seen me looking at some fancy candy too. So he offers me a deal, he will give me the candy for free as long as I share them in class and tell the class what a good deal I got on the dress and candy at his store (advertising). I agree and then do just that. The candy is not really enough for everyone in the class. They quickly eat them all and I have none left. But I still think I got a good deal.

In the third dream I remember I went to a concert. The performer was Polish, and the audience was packed. I remember my kids were in the audience too, but with a babysitter not with me (?!). I remember going across the street to some sort of restaurant or store, ad saying that I was surprised at the crowd, and the guy said that it is because the performer is that good. He named the performer, but I do not recall the name.

My recall did a weird thing of at first kind of combining the class and concert dreams, so that the class was the concert, ad the place across the street was the store with red dress and fancy candy, like the two dreams were overlayed on top of each other. But then when I concentrated on recall more, these two distinct dreams emerged.

When I woke up this morning, I almost didn't remember anything more than an odd mix of emotion. Then, within a minute or so as I focused on that feeling, my dreams came flooding back to me.

I was outside on a city street, under a well-constructed awning made of marble. I watched some clouds twist into the most amazing funnel shapes and then descend rapidly into the street. I felt safe behind a large, square stone pillar, so I didn't run. In fact, I pulled out my cell phone to take video as the tornado formed in front of me in the street. Unfortunately, it quickly dissipated as it unwound in ever direction, and I suddenly realized it was actually some sort of inter-dimensional portal. A creature like Godzilla was coming through.

Now suddenly I was in a foolish place to be, and Godzilla was looking right at me. I ran around behind the building, suddenly jealous of everyone who was safely inside off the streets. But then I heard him smashing his way through buildings to get to where he had seen me run, and I knew that being inside wouldn't help me at all anyway.

The monster came around the block where he was able to spot me again, but there were a few other people, also frantically looking for shelter, so I don't think he was immediately focused on eating me. I remember thinking, "What good does it do to hide, the damn thing can smell us!" I managed to get into the back of an ethnic grocery store of some sort, and after I passed through the loading dock area into the actual store, I felt safe enough to shop for exotic produce, and I forgot about the monster. I had one very brief moment of lucidity when I pulled my camera out to see if I good video of the inter-dimensional portal. It was a perfect reproduction taken at a perfect angle and a perfect view, and I remember thinking, "I didn't know you could record dream material at such high quality!" But that was my only lucid thought, and it wasn't completely lucid at that.


I had another, briefer dream in which I was soaking some large dolls in a zipper bag full of breast milk. For some reason, the breast milk had the consistency of sour cream, and I was disgusted by this task. That's all I remember about that dream, aside from the fact that it evoked memories of my grandmother and her home. I think they were her dolls (she had a collection in life), and I think the dream was set in an inaccurate reproduction of a room in her house.