non-lucid

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

Fake wild:
I'm in a black mesa like facility. I'm being chased by some creatures off of half life so i jump up on a pillar and i'm safe. Now, before i went to bed, i repeated a mantra, that i would have a lucid dream. Well, i ended up dreaming about having a lucid dream because from that point on, my dream self attempted wild in the dream. xD

unepic:
I'm inside that indie game called unepic. I'm running around trying to kill stuff but my sword is weak so i pick up a sword that looks like shinobu from the -monogatari series. That doesn't much damage either so i pick up a better sword and that does the trick. I ended up fighting in a lot of various places in this dream.

Sunday 7/21/13

Last night bed 12:30 - 6:44am

DR - I got a job at Sea World type of an amuzement park. It's at the shore, which looks like northern California. My female boss is showing me around and what my responsibilities will be. I'm taking notes. I'm suppose to start at 7am next morning. There is also a school or day care. So it's good, that my last job was a teacher.

We are wearing matching uniforms, which is a polo shirt top, with a logo. I'm cleaning some area, then I hop on my laptop to research other employees, so when I see them, I know who they are. I realize I'm proly not suppose to be on the internet during work, so I ask about it.

EDIT:
I got only 4 hrs of sleep from Friday to Saturday, and 6hrs today. I really wanted to do WBTB this morning at 6:44 when i woke up, but I never went back to sleep to WILD. So at 10:30, I thught I do the Yoga Nidra, at least first 1 or 2 parts - the survey of the body and breathing. When I layed down for this, cat's were both fine and asleep. Of course, as soon as my head hits the pillow, one of them decides to settle an old score and goes after the other one. I put an end to that, go back to meditation, when I notice someone went potty and that's the end of my meditation.

But, I started to fall asleep again, very fast, and had some starting sensations of floating, just as twice before, only way to weaker. Will try again later.

Dream 1

I was playing with my brother and a friend on the ps3 and I lost and got kicked off. So my brother and friend were playing and I was very angry with my loss. They were sitting on like a bunk bed thing and the ps3 was on the floor. I went over to the ps3 and turned it off angrily. However, with the force I used to turn it off the button smashed into 4 pieces, my brother was angry with me for turning it off but I was more worried about smashing it. It still worked but I got some sellotape and taped it together with toilet roll.

The next thing I'm at a football stadium and I'm walking out of it but instead of the ps3 smashed into 4 pieces it was my tooth. One of my wisdom teeth. I could feel it, I was holding them together with my hand and someone had ran to the toilet to get some tape to tape it together. 4 girls were standing by me telling me to hold on, but it was too late, 3 pieces fell out and I swallowed the last one. They told me not to worry about the 4th piece because if I'm sick and it comes up and lands on Santiago Bay I will never lose it, luckily I was by this 'bay' and tried being sick onto it but woke up.

I saw a dream of exam days. I should study my neglected lesson but I have given my books to my close friend. I called her but she didn't answer. I decided to loan the notes of one of my friends. but my mobile didn't work It was terrible...
After that I saw me and one of my friends were going to take taxi.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was walking around my room and suddenly gravity ceased to exists.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in bed and i was looking at jewel case of some CD or DVD, then i started watching some story involving some scientist having a possible choice of exchanging lives with some villain lady. Then there was some action on rooftops.
Then i wake up and see jewel box again i am sure that it already happened and i am dreaming, i stand on all four and start transformation but dream fades out, i keep feeling it for a few seconds but then i wake up.

1. [non-lucid]
We (a group of police) were in a small parking area when a guy parks his black chopper behind a wooden pole, he appeard to be in a biker gang from what he was wearing, he also had a thick black helmet. We walked over to him as he got off the bike to talk to him or something.
A female officer was talking to me about the harness I was wearing (I'm sat in my wheelchair) I think she asked if it was comfy in which I said yes (I said no in my mind) as to make it seem I'm ok.

fragments:
A police truck pulled up to the parking area, not sure.

Notable Items & People:
Chopper, wooden pole, female officer, black helmet

I think the dream took place in a hotel or something similar.
I was there with two friends. For some reason both of them had dental problems. They asked me for help with their problem and although I didn't know anything about being an dentist I agreed to help.
I went to a nearby fridge and took out two bottles of booze that I handed to them. "Here's some anaesthetic" I told them with a smile. They began drinking it, but one of them hadn't realised it was booze and became really angry with me. He said he was going to work tomorrow and if he couldn't drive then he couldn't work. I told him not to worry, I was going to call his boss and take all the responsibility for getting his employee drunk.

Today i dreamt i was walking along the street at night with my brother and his friend.
I was coming behind them and telling them to stop and wait for me, but they didn't listen to me
and just kept going. Suddenly i stop for a moment and start seeing cyclists passing near me.
I found it weird but i decided to go to the place where they were comming in. it was a room for events.
it only had 2 events. motorsport and soccer. Some girl was calling me and tell me to give an interview what
i thought about soccer, she was doing this to everyone. I never get to talk with the reporter and she keeps calling me.
I just try to ignore her. suddenly some guy starts to look to the roof and tries to climb it, i look to the roof too and there was
a strange form on it, it looked like a dragon, so i tried to climb it too, i had a urge feeling that it was very important to kill that dragon
and had to kill it before that man would do, but i couldn't climb it, it was a tough way to get on top of it. Now it was raining and everybody
worried about, but i looked once again to the roof and was the dragon drool (kinda silly i now) i said everyone to continue what they were doing.
Decided to give it a last try, started to climb again and while i was climb the girl was calling me to have an interview with a reporter
i was annoyed by that already but i stop climbing that, and let the other guy kill the dragon.

Technique used for this dream: MILD
sleep time: 6 hours

20.07.2013

Asking Advice from a Mute Person (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking into a classroom, and as usual, I happen to be the only person to come in other than the presumed teacher that's inside the room. Seems that it's early morning for the dream setting, seeing how the chairs are on top of the desks in this room, and only a few lights were on while patches of darkness fills the rest of the room. I believe I left the door half opened, and as I'm going inside the room, I notice a female is nearby, and from peripheral vision alone, I knew she was taller than me, by 3-5 inches taller.

It seemed she was on her way of sitting near her work computer, and she quickly turns around to greet me. The moment she turns around, I fall victim for how she looked. She looked Hispanic, absolutely beautiful and her facade was proportioned to near perfection. The only makeup she seemed to have gracefully plastered on her visage were eyeliners and red lipstick. Before she started uttering a word of greeting to me, I made a presumption that she was a substitute teacher for this classroom. The reason being is that it felt like she was exploring the room a bit before turning around to chat with me.

Her body movements and such clearly wasn't in synch compared to teachers who know what's in the room and know where to sit in the room. She has black hair that's in an updo hairstyle, and is wearing a vibrant orange dress that ends just a few inches above her knees. And as she's turning around and me going through some trance of gazing at her beauty, she asks me a random question,

"Are you an immigrant?"

Lolwat.

It took me a few seconds to start using logic after falling for her looks, and I quickly stated,

"Oh, no, I'm a citizen."

I'm not sure if I gave her a smile along with that, but anyway, she gets closer to me for some odd reason and gets a blanket that she wraps around my face gently. She smiles and casually goes back to sit at her work station, and I begin to notice this blanket is a dark gray color and feels very warm.

I can feel her very essence through this blanket, and I noticed her perfume is covered on this blanket as well. Her smell and the perfume, although this sounds creepy, it was a very pleasurable experience of smelling it. I take my hands and wrapped my face with the blanket more, going through a slight mental orgasm of positive thoughts.

Not sexual thoughts, just thoughts of wanting to cuddle with her, and as I'm going through this random act of appreciate a woman's smell, a part of me eventually realized it was best not to be fixated on it for too long. I put the blanket down, and it seemed this lady was going to leave, and I'm not sure if she was leaving for good or just had to get something.

Either way, the dream quickly shifts to a completely different scenario. What felt would be some cheap romance dream with a teacher that was just maybe a few years older than I was, I'm not some guy with different clothing and with a completely different dream character I had odd fear with. He was dark-skinned, wore a gray sweater with a light gray collar folded neatly along with dark colored pants (can't remember the specific color).

It was as if my competency level was reduced tremendously in this dream, seeing how I literally obeyed, sucked up to this guy's words and commands, and thought he was going to do something bad to me if I wouldn't act accordingly. So while he's being condescending without actually being direct with me, I continue going through random acts of filling out some papers. Whenever I find myself being confused about something, I would ask him and he would just point where to fill out and find information, and the more I needed help from him, the more annoying he was to me seeing how he was so irritated with my questioning.

It wasn't even complicated questions, seeing how my competency level was now equivalent to a 8 year old or something, and he never uttered a word, only pointed and used hand language and gestures. Was I trying to get advice from a person that's mute? If so, then this dream just went downhill.

In fact, either way, it felt kind of weird being looked down upon a mute person, it just felt that no matter what questions I needed help on, he would only just point and shake his head.

*facepalm*

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20.07.2013

Dodging Parts of A Collapsing Roof (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I'm in this spacious building that feels like an airport, a very huge airport. I can presume that the roof was 100-300 feet from the ground, which kind of felt too much in terms of practical building composition. Even so, it's a good thing it was built that way, seeing as you already notice what's going to happen.

The roof is collapsing without actually showing signs of collapsing, if that makes any sense. Random huge blocks start slamming down to the ground, and in this moment, it doesn't matter what I'm wearing or what I had intended to do, all that matters was just me dodging as much as I can. I had moments where if I were a few seconds too later, my dream body would be "destroyed."

As I'm trying to keep myself alive in the dream, the fear and adrenaline augments rapidly, and unconscious reflexes started to become apparent. After the series of close calls and dodging prowess that seemed like a deus ex machina, I started to recollect my thoughts again, and it seems my first thought was finding if my mother was okay. I started panicking for some odd reason, despite of the inconsistency with her existence in the dreaming life and waking life.

As I'm looking left and right to find her, I start using 360 vision again, or maybe it was just spectator mode where I see her behind me feeling perfectly fine. Seems I wanted to reach my left hand out to her without turning back and held her hand. For a few moments, I felt relieved and at ease with myself.

I turned around and was surprised that she was still alive after all that.

I don't know what happens next.

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20.07.2013

Mini Resident Evil Nemesis (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking inside a house that's fairly dark, and the more I venture through this building, it feels like a mansion. I noticed that a mini-version of the Resident Evil Nemesis is trying to get me is saying,

"S.T.A.R.SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Yeah, time to get out.

18.07.2013

It's Just an Environmental Awareness Safety Course Right? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Seems this hypnosis script is working well for me, and the scary thing is, because of its universal use in being able to connect the dots better and recall things better, if I were to actually make a hypnosis script to have better recall, the dream content below would be greater, much greater.

I'm also beginning to notice how easy it to get the dream plot despite of my lack of knowing the content within it. Because I focus on the emotions and as much of the totality of the dream-scape itself, piece by piece, I can find bits of imagery coming in to make the dream a little bit more comprehensible. Of course, it's not perfect, especially since I'm only using a general hypnosis script, but I'm glad either way that I have this memory still ingrained in my unconscious. Since after all, the more the person finds themselves naturally wanting to remember these things and sustaining them even when they have to do something else, it becomes easier to recall.

Anyway,

So I'm inside a house that's almost the exact replica of the one I'm staying currently in waking life. Only that this house within the dream had this sense of a yellow-green atmosphere flowing around me and my perception of reality within the dream. Imagine for a moment of recalling any of your dreams where you found yourself mixing through sepia themed dreams or even yellow-green overlay dreams where it feels as if you're going into the past or even just in a rush because while you're moving quickly, everyone around you and the environment around you feels like it's going a bit slower than you.

But at the same time, you find yourself noticing that you tend to slow down a bit as well in order to be able to socialize with these dream characters, otherwise, things wouldn't make sense if you spoke fast while they couldn't right? Now, I'm going through that same motion, and everything is coming by naturally, and I haven't even gained sentience or the type of awareness to see that I'm dreaming, however, due to the circumstances within the dream, I probably did, but just wanted to see the plot unfold.

But now is not the time for me or you reading this to worry about that, and as I go through embracing the dreaming environment a bit more, I started to get myself solidified into the dreaming experience. I begin to notice there were a few dream characters already engaging themselves with each other. Eventually, I found myself slipping into the conversation somehow as I'm sitting next to a dark-skinned female that resembles someone in waking life.

It's as if she never knew what I was doing beforehand, standing around the environment feeling as if I was just lost in the moment of the dream, lost within the confines of my mind as I'm twisting and turning the dream time and dream setting without even realizing it. The more I engaged myself with these dream characters, the more the yellow-green atmosphere, or the overlay surrounding this dream setting disappears.

I noticed how I continued to blend in with the dream characters, mixing around in seeing things in third and first person. The female beside me is wearing a white blouse along with white short pants. The contrast between her dark skin and the white clothes, combined with the slightly saturated sepia tone within the dream makes it hard to see if this is some simulated dream with implications of a past moment or something, or even a glimpse into a probable event in the future.

Suddenly, my confusion for this dream being random or probable pre-cog, was eliminated the moment I heard this female asked me a question about what I'll be doing after summer is over. I knew her response related to some things I'm actually doing over the summer, and then she stops herself abruptly and remembers her logic doesn't make sense. And the experience was weird in itself, it felt as if I knew she would come to that realization, and all I needed to do was just wait and see her do it.

It's as if that despite of my uncertainty in this dream, it felt as if there were unconscious processes becoming apparent to me. Such as what people might say, how things will end up, how the dream will turn out, and such.

I wondered because of this awareness of the unconscious formulating the plot of this dream were my sparks of being lucid, but just going back with the dream since the lucidity didn't really matter. I'm not sure if because I was aware of these unconscious processes, that I naturally find myself not caring much about lucidity altogether, seeing how I would obviously do something completely different if that were the case.

The moments within this dream, the pacing, started having its ups and downs to the point where I couldn't follow what else these people were saying, and it feels as if there would be a dream shift because of it. Before the dream shifts, I recalled that the same female, this woman in her 50s most likely just like in waking life, told me about some type of Environmental Awareness Safety Course that I could take.

Find that pretty ironic as I spent most of this dreaming entry describing the dream environment.

The moment she stated this, her existence is hard to follow because I realized I shifted from being inside of a house to being outside with maybe 2 people with me. It felt as if this same lady was replaced with a younger dream character, and I began to notice how I was looking at a certain person within the dream while she's talking to me.

You know how you're discussing things with people, and you tend to avert your eyes a bit from time to time to look around in space and the environment? It was just like that, except that this dream character himself had something that was odd or familiar about him for me to make a longer gaze at him.

It wasn't anything concerning, I was probably just bored of the content the dream character female to the right of me was saying, and probably was just staring at space when a dream character just happened to be within that spectrum of vision. The man notices I'm looking at him as well, and this gives us an awkward moment where we go back to the people we're discussing things with and pretending nothing happened. I can't really recall the next conversation, so I'll talk about the dream shift to where things get even more random and a bit more hectic.

You may notice how the pacing of this dream, or at least these dreams that I felt connected with each other, really doesn't add up, but still somehow makes sense. It's as if that despite of being able to recall of this, we have a predisposition to connect the dots together, even if the endeavor itself would just be apophenia.

However, even with these patches of recall, I'm sure if I gave this recall more thought rather than putting it off, I may have found an underlying meaning behind this, just like finding a needle in a haystack of information that feels less significant.

You may also begin to notice how my dream self went from this passive and naive boy to some calculated and psychopath closet serial killer. It won't make sense initially, but there's no need to worry about that now until you begin to notice when I start to change completely within this dream.

Now, I find myself inside of a tunnel, a very spacious tunnel. The sounds bouncing from the walls with ease as I hear the vibrations and humming, I begin to notice that there may have been some vehicles around here if I looked beyond that's right to the curve blocking my view of what's ahead.

Suddenly, I find myself being cognizant of a dream character to my left, and she's another dark-skinned female, and I had a feeling she was this same female talking to me before the dream shift. Something felt so weird being around her, and I kept paying more attention to her to wonder why I would be in this tunnel with this female.

Because of my uncertainty, I had to just let things happen naturally and just become aware of the unconscious feelings and emotions so that I would be able to connect the dots and have better neurological changes to hopefully get the underlying meaning of this dream. This female, despite of her facade not having contrast to this dream, her vibe, her energy, the way she expressed herself even when she was dormant for a good bit before I got myself back into the pacing of the dream was comforting.

I felt safe around her, but also had these feelings that she has bigger plans ahead for us within this tunnel. She's wearing a swamp-green jacket with a few highlights that quickly made me assume it was probably raining when we were going into this road tunnel.

Her black hair has a small shine, but not enough to really provide contrast within this dream environment, which was saturated in a brown and nearly sepia tone overlay. While the overlay itself made the environment bland, insignificant, boring to gaze at, there was a sense of realism as I found the air around me literally going in and out through my eyes and body.

My breathing, the pacing was perfectly fine, I felt as if I had unlimited energy and would never be tired, and all that would make it seem any different from that would simply be psychosomatic occurrences (And by that, just like how initially when we first recall our lucid dreams, we may found ourselves getting excited mentally, and because of that, the body will generally follow, which would generally make us have a harder time staying in touch with the dream).

Because I began to notice myself being dissociated from the double-edge sword that psychosomatic reactions can give us in our dreams, I felt more at ease for whatever plot would come in this dream. I literally had this unconscious implication that it's simply a dream, a simulation, but knowing whether or or if I'm aware of the dream simply didn't matter. Because like before, you'll remember how that if I were lucid, things would end up differently (i.e. me changing the dream environment).

Finally, the pacing of the dream picks up a bit more, I started to feel the rush, the excitement, the slight thrill of wondering what will come next. And with this assurance of security I had with this female beside me, despite of her being this randomly generated thought-form/dream character, I'm finally getting into the groove of this dream.

I found myself realizing what I'm wearing, a black long jacket that stretches all the way down to my ankles along with a dark gray shirt and black dress pants. It felt weird that while this female had her jacket saturated with water, my outfit was completely dry and perfect. I guess having my jacket wet would feel uncomfortable seeing how I would begin to notice the weight of the soaked jacket.

Now, the female and I find ourselves encountering a police officer, and during this moment, there was this feeling of fear, the type of fear that foreshadowed there would be bad things to come. But because of how this female to the left of me sweet talks her way with this police office, I decided to mute the conversation altogether.

Now, you may begin to notice why I wanted to mute the conversation, because I knew that the more she would sweet-talk her way with the police officer, how she expresses herself wouldn't matter, because you'll find out quickly that the dream character's fate would be sealed either way. I merely avert my eyes to some other direction, while still keeping my peripheral vision in synch with the female's swamp-green jacket. Somehow, just somehow, she finds a way to kill him silently.

Instantly, I turn around a bit to have better inward focus on what she's holding, a silenced pistol. The moment I saw this pistol, and how my outfit and her outfit felt a bit peculiar, there was some kind of ambition that would involve some kind of retaliation. I started connecting the dots a lot better from that, and just let whatever happen, happen.

It as if I was shifting through being a spectator of the dream and shifting myself into the dream in third person or first person. My sense of identity was more expansive, and it felt like I was watching 1080p Blue-ray film or something while still shifting back and forth from spectator to a participant in the dream.

Because I have a better presumption of who this female is, a sweet talker that knows how to kill and fortunately doesn't seem she'll try and switch sides and do the same for me, I had a feeling of what she would do next, hide the body. She opens a door to the left of us, and I follow along with her, and I noticed I still have some fear for her.

But with the security she easily expressed to me that she wouldn't shift her positive views of me, it was more of me having conflicting moments of a sense of security with fear slipping in despite of knowing things would be perfectly fine with her. Because the sense of security beings to express itself more to me, the more I wondered the point of me being with her. That would find myself realizing I would be safe around her made me wonder if I'm just the same as her, except I'm just letting her do things her way.

Or maybe I was really commanding her to do something unconsciously while at the same time, I still thought I was just some guy who happened to have an expert killer that happens to be nice to me. So as she places the body in a decent position, I realized there's another door to me on my right. While she's busy standing around there, I take a small peek of what's beyond.

You know how when it's raining, and you see the lights' horizon on the vehicle front being more apparent, and how with the slight drizzling of water that goes all over the place distorts that light, but in subtle ways? It was just like that, and because of that, I started to question the situation we're in now, because those same lights were police officer lights.

Even though I only glanced quickly to see what's out there, I had a presumption there would be at least 10-20 cops, maybe more seeing how that was just looking at one part of the tunnel before the curve to the right blocked my vision of the rest of the path. I was surprised that despite of these cops aiming their automatic weapons at us, that they didn't even realize I closed the door. I looked at the female and gave her a gesture that we need to go now.

Like NOW.

She instantly gets the idea, and as I'm following her by going back out from the door we cam in, abstract dream logic starts kicking in again.

Immediately, I heard a click.

This is not a good click.

After this concerning click, I can hear the sound of the hands moving around the object slowly, and I quickly realized we're at gunpoint. All at once, everything felt like it was just going to end here, when everything felt so right and calculated, only to be contradicted with a dream character that just happened to show up so quickly.

It almost felt as if my female companion in this dream didn't take out all two individuals in this dream, and if I were to actually pay attention to who she was talking to rather than muting out the conversation and realizing someone was with her, we wouldn't be in this position at gunpoint.

However, my female companion seems to defy the contradicting logic of the dream character showing up by bravely moving away from him, despite of our backs facing him. I looked at her and wondered how she could risk her life like this, how could someone just go around throwing their lives away like that and keep moving?

But now wasn't the time for me to revel in that thought, I felt her character, her courageous demeanor, I wanted to follow along with that. I slowly walked and followed her side by side as well, while having 360 vision of seeing the guy still aiming the gun at us.

Why isn't he shooting us? Why, despite of what the female did to the other guy by killing him, he doesn't shoot us? It felt inconsistent, and I wondered if the female companion truly instilled fear into the police officer that he couldn't shoot, or maybe he was just afraid to pull the trigger altogether for other reasons.

While I'm sustaining 360 vision a bit longer, it feels the officer is putting his gun down, and me and the random female companion gracefully exit out of the tunnel. Now that we're outside, while still sustaining the 360 vision, I begin to notice the air is much different than inside the tunnel. Things aren't so concentrated as much with the sound waves, and everything feels spacious again. We're now in a section of a road, and we're near the side railing, just like what you would see if you were driving in high altitude.

While we're walking, I'm still trying to string together what in world just happened with this experience with the police officer. I immediately find myself being addicted to this female's presence, so I quickly ran up to her and quickly conformed to her pace of walking. She doesn't really look at me much, keeping her head in profile view to me, and she starts explaining what happened.

Apparently, she stated how she switched guns with the cop somehow, which means that if the cop is holding the gun without gloves, he would be caught in a situation where if the cops that we encountered before closing the door again finds out the bullet of the dead cop came from that same gun, the cop would be in a predicament of explaining what happened.

While she's telling me this, it's still hard to comprehend how she switched the gun somehow, and why the cop didn't want to shoot us. It felt as if while she was trying to make a cohesive statement, she ended up failing, or maybe I failed to acknowledge the other bits she was declaring to me. And even though I was confused, I still found myself somehow trying to connect the dots again by what she stated and actually congratulated her for pulling it off.

Okay, why am I congratulating her on killing someone? I know that she had to do it to avoid any kind of problems with them, but still, it felt almost disgusting for me to state that to her. My own mentioning of acknowledging her ability to get us out of the situation ruined the value of the plot of this dream. Just what in the world was going on and why am I suddenly finding solace in what she did just now?

Of course, this didn't really make itself apparent that much, seeing how I still had some fear with this woman. She was an enigma, while I was sure that I could basically do anything to her (sexual thoughts started coming in for some reason), I still wanted to do it in a subtle manner because I don't know what her breaking point is. This started to become sick, but before the dream ended, it was as if all the thrill and fear turned me on because of how she expressed herself.

So I guess after that, we had sex, I can't recall what happened after, just the two of us walking down the road.

But I'm sure with my attitude around her, we were bound to have sex.

Lol.

07-20-2013 -- I'm on a college campus, taking a class. The instructor is assigning classwork and homework, and we're working on it. The overall class seems to be some sort of art class, but it spans a wide variety of artistic forms. The biggest thing is that, at the end of the semester, we are going to New York, where we will be making a red, white and blue balloon dress for the Statue of Liberty for some sort of patriotic celebration. I think during the course of the dream I attend three classes, but all three sort of flow together.

During the first class, several students show up for the class who just don't seem to be very into it, not paying much attention, showing little interest, and leaving early. The classwork is some very interesting reading and questions, and I am really into it and find that I am able to do an excellent job with them, and earn compliments for them. Unfortunately, before the class is over, I am called away to home for a few minutes to do something for my mom. Thankfully it doesn't take long, and I am soon back for the rest of the class. As it ends, I am trying to find all my papers and assignments, and hoping I don't get called away again, as it seems sort of unprofessional.

During the next class, some of the students are talking about others that were here for the previous class, but aren't here today, and they are the same ones who didn't really seem to be into things. One student is telling of one of them who supposedly left because he had to tutor another student in another subject, but the person telling the story insists the supposed tutor doesn't know the subject well enough to tutor a first grader and teach them anything. There is also some discussion about a somewhat cute brunette, probably about 16 or 17, that was here the last time, but isn't here now, but then she shows up with the gray haired professor (who looks kind of like a non-cartoon version of Lisa Simpson's band teacher), arguing almost violently with him about her being late, and her not having the assigned homework done. She seems to be demanding to know why he can't cut her some slack, and he finally loses it and almost screams at her "Because I'm the ogre ... erm ... teacher, that's why!" Then he tells her that she is well on her way to becoming an ogre, and we all start to chuckle. Then he puts her in charge of the whole class while he goes and runs some short errands, and we're suddenly no longer laughing!

The first part of the class is taking place in an almost bowl-shaped seating area just outside of the building the class officially takes place in, and we start by turning in the homework, which is one of those sort of adult coloring sheets, perhaps 11x17 or 12x18, with a black-lined image that one is supposed to color using fine markers or colored pencils. It is a picture of perhaps five generic super heroes in poses outside a building. Our assignment was to color it in, developing the heroes or the building or the scene ... whatever we were interested in. I concentrated on the heroes, designing their costumes and hinting at their powers, as many did, but some worked on the scene or the building. One didn't seem to have much time, and just took two colors and did what he wanted throughout with those colors, and left the rest in black and white.

The professor is handing out the classwork, and it doesn't seem to be nearly as in-depth or involved as the last time, but instead seems to be mostly ads for Universal Studios. Joking, I raise my hand and ask if this is a hint about our next field trip. He says actually they are trying to arrange a visit, but for now we are to compare and contrast the different ads and decide which ones work better, and why. Soon we move into the lecture hall and continue the class.

The teacher seems kind of disappointed with us as a class, because out of the entire class, only me and one other voted to do some extra prep work for this New York visit, and he worries we aren't taking the honor of being the ones tasked with making this massive balloon dress seriously enough.

One of the students in the class is another professor who is taking the course. She is a fairly attractive red head, perhaps about thirty five, with a reasonably nice figure. She is wearing a sort of orangish dress that comes down to just below her knees, kind of muted and professional, but she is doing some minor dance steps that hike it up two or three inches above the knee, before saying oops, she shouldn't show her legs like that or "..." (a student whose name I can't remember) will overheat himself. I don't quite follow the transition, but within minutes, this red headed professor is on her belly on the ground, showing off one of her favorite exercises, which somehow has her undulating like an earthworm. The thing about this is that it has her dress riding up her body and pooling around her waist, showing every inch of her luscious stocking-clad legs. Worse, something about the movements also causes her panties to not hold, and they go falling down her legs, flashing the entire class. Pleasantly shocked, one of the male students turns to glance at me and says "Did I just see ..." "Yes ... yes you did," I reply, while the ladies in the class are horrified, and all the men are trying to find a better viewing position.

Thankfully (or not), we're just about done for the day, so we start gathering up our things as the professor/student straightens out her clothes. She leaves, and goes to her office to gather the rest of her things, done with all classes for the day, and a few of us run into her again, near the parking lot. She still is going on about how much she loves that exercise, and ends up lying in the grass demonstrating it again to the great pleasure of some of us. This time the girls act, however, and are trying to pull her panties back up as she undulates. I'm just grinning as this already reasonably attractive professor becomes more and more so. For the first time in quite a while, I find I'm growing hot for teacher!

Soon the third class rolls around, and we are all back together again, though I am struggling to find my papers and supplies, which for some reason seem to be scattered all over the classroom. I find myself having to go through several stacks of other people's works to find the scattered remains of my own. But I don't really care, as very shortly the red head is doing her exercises again. Somebody comments on her form or something, and she shifts to look at them in such a way that has her plainly visible twat undulating inches from my face, and I can't help but think she has to know what she is showing, and to be doing so like this, she must be desperate for some attention. I might just have to give her some. Meanwhile, the young brunette student is getting tired of this, and seems to decide that she wants some attention, too. She suddenly starts talking about how she likes doing handstands ... while wearing a loose top that gathers around her neck, showing off her small (but still growing) breasts. Unfortunately, she doesn't have anything interesting enough to distract from the red head's salient point. You know, it is really too bad that I awoke at that point!

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Earlier in the night had a long, involved dream, but of the kind that you can't remember many of the details. I know it involved a lot of super heroes or vampires or that sort of 'ultra-human' beings running around, but soon it kind of switched to less ... talented people, but just tough guys and gals. Not quite wrestler sorts, but tough fighters. One guy tries to grab me by the neck and flip me over his shoulder, but I see him coming and grab him at the same time, so we both flip each other, but as we lay on the ground, I am the one that recovers first, which kind of tells them to be a little wary of messing with me. After a while, when they are trying to determine a sort of ranking, they pair me with a kind of short guy. Not a midget, but like five feet tall or so. Very broad and muscular, though. We grapple for a few moments, and I throw him to the ground on his back kind of gently, so there is less chance of hurting him, but again showing I am not somebody to mess with. Two other small bits involve me somehow coming in with what I, and everybody else in the dream would swear is a jaguar kit, but it truly is as small as a kitten. Also, a lady who was a bit of a tough fighter, earlier in the dream, is now back, but cares nothing for fighting, but is only worried about finding her dogs, before they get lost or hurt. Strange stuff.

I was at some snowy place, like a base of some kind. I had to fight some enemies, and then i was talking with someone about bloody lab coat that we have found and then there was some professor dude that was distracting us, and a helicopter.

Me and 2 of my close friends was travelling in France. Me and one of them stopped near historical place and 3rd of us went to do something. It was interesting that words in there were Persian. When he came back we continue our path. I saw 2 of my uncles in a car that were looking us. My friend hug me after that. We cross the street and in another part we were speaking about freedom.

Only 1 Dream that I could remember after going back to bed.
DREAM 1: (non-lucid)
Detail: Above Average
Length: Fairly Long
The dream started with me reading a magazine about this new kind of ea life arcade game which had started, and reading about the different characters and kinds of stuff. There were all different kinds of demons and they were in a sort of hierarchy based on power and skill. The dream blacked out then I was at the place where the game was, and my dad and brother left me saying that they would be back soon. I walked inside the room and it was really dark with a green carpet flooring. All of these people from my school were there (school is my biggest dream sign so I should have known ), and they were putting on packs of the sort people wear in lazer tag. I started putting one on, then a guy who was vaguely familiar from school helped me put it on. He then told me about the rules and stuff, before another guy came along. He was in a custom uniform kind of thing and I could tell he was at a very high rank in this game. He sat down and gave me some advice on how to play the game, and then he left to warm up or something. Then the guy who was running the place walked in, we all stood up in a line and the game commenced.
The actual game was confusing. There were basketball rings on either end of the room, and there were a a fair few really little, squishy basketballs around the room. The aim was to get the ball in the ring, and to try and help yourself and other people get streaks so their score multiplied and stuff. I can't remember whether there were different teams or not, but I don't think there were. Anyway I was going pretty badly (I am quite tall and fairly good at basketball in waking life), and I missed some very easy shots. I didn't get too much of the ball as the experienced guy who talked to me before was dominating everyone and got about 90% of the shots. Eventually the time ran out and I was on a very low score, unfortunately, I think only about 2 people were below me. While I was taking my gear off My dad and brother came back into the room, and I remember kind of arguing with them a bit. Then I left and I woke up.

For some reason I decide to take drugs, something like ecstasy. Then there is a bit of the dream highly disoriented, just bits of visual and my laughing. then it seems like the next day when I awaken I realize something is wrong in my mouth, so I go into the bathroom to look in the mirror. I see that a word has been carved all the way through my front teeth, the words "rock and roll" ground deep but not all the way through my bottom right front side of my teeth, the words "quantum power" carved very lightly into the inside bottom left side of my teeth, and other words on my teeth that I can't quite understand, but worst of all is the tattoo on the inside of my bottom lip it's big and long in black and white very noticeable almost shows when my mouth is shut, it says something mortifying (I don't want to tell it to anyone so I won't write it here). I flip out and ask my friend who the hell did this to my mouth?! she tells me that when I was on drugs I forced some guy to do it, so I go find the guy and yell at him for doing this to my mouth but he yells back that I forced him to do it to my mouth when I was high. I tell him that since the lip tattoo is white with black out lining that he needs to cover it up with red and black, he agrees and I tell him no words, just make it looks like a wound with blood so he does and I get only a little relief for now my teeth have holes and damage that I can't hide.