non-lucid

06-16-2013 -- [Most dreams have been skimpy and unmemorable recently, so I haven't been bothering with them as much. We'll see how entering them in goes, now.] I find myself at the Hickory house, where, oddly, Rosemary is trying to pressure me to move out. It's late at night, and I am in my second bedroom, trying to play some sort of computer game or something. Hints of adventure games and roller coaster tycoon, but no details. Rosemary is turning into mom, but still kind of half pressuring me to move.

Mom wants me out, but she also wants me safe, and starts lecturing me about why I am not carrying around my gun at all times. She is actually putting up a sort of chain link/barbed wire fence separating the living room from the rest of the house, so that if people break in through the sliding glass door, they can't move on to the rest of the house as easily. She's getting rather paranoid.

Meanwhile, I am looking for the gun I can seem to remember from another dream halfway recently ... one where I had something along the lines of a revolver that I seemed to be shooting at fireworks or something. (I think this was an honest dream I had somewhere in the last year or two, but have no idea if it ever got written down.) To keep it safe, I had it separated into several pieces, and I am now gathering those pieces and trying to put it back together, but the first two or three times, I get it wrong and end up with things like the sight under the barrel, rather than on top. I do manage to eventually get it put together correctly, though, and soon have the shot gun put back together, as well. I gather up my ammo and start loading both guns. Both use the same ammo, something that I think was on Carolyn's advice.

The tough guy sitting together putting other guns together and planning strategies for possible fights is either Dave D. Or Nick W., I'm not sure which. I walk out into the front yard, preparing to test fire the guns to be sure they work well and I can still remember how to shoot, but I find myself wondering what to shoot at to try and avoid getting in any trouble. I figure out a safe shot shooting a tree across the street or something, but I may have done something wrong because the bullets are moving really slowly out of the gun, and bounce off the tree, coming back at me. I catch the bullets and figure the guns may still need some more work.

I end up trying to stay in a room kind of connected to the garage for a bit, as a way to get out of mom's hair, yet still be at the house I grew up in, but it is dirty, and has bugs or critters in it, and there is a really beat up kitten with badly matted fur and lots of scabs that I decide I don't want to be around, as well as a really strange girl who seems kind of prone to violence, so I give up and head back inside.

I'm about to talk to mom, when the place starts shaking really badly, and I quickly realize there is an earthquake happening. It is a major one, and seems to go on for at least five minutes, and it is really bad. The house is breaking up around me, and starting to sink into the ground, as massive cracks start splitting the floor. I decide to head to the front door, and as things continue, into the front yard, trying to get out in the street, and away from collapsing trees, as the entire house seems to be collapsing out of sight. I look a couple of doors down, where Don D. is also out in the street. And even though we're standing here on Hickory, we're both kind of shocked at the earthquake. We would expect it in California, but here in Florida, it was unexpected. [The Hickory house and the neighbor were both in California, no matter what this dream thinks.]

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06-16-2013 -- Earlier bits that are entirely sketchy ... driving somewhere with Carl, getting the mail at the Hickory house, and then watching the washing machine in the garage (oddly a front-loader, which we never had at that location) as it starts to flood, since the door is open, yet strangely doesn't. Then I step out of the garage ....

And find myself in a European hotel somewhere that bears a striking resemblance to Sargent Preston's. Somehow, Janet is about to perform as Klondike Kate in this knock-off of the original club, and though none of the other performers are working here, the replacements have been trained up well enough that the whole thing has the proper feel.

The manager of the place is wandering around selling desserts that are actually pretty decent clones of what they had at the original Preston's, but not exact. (Preston's never actually sold the kinds of cakes I was dreaming of.) Dale tries exactly one bite, but won't eat any more because they are made with alcohol. As the show is just about to begin, I am thinking of video taping it, but decide not to.

A few seconds later, when the show has started and Janet is singing "Hey Big Spender," it sounds exactly like her singing it in real life, and the band is doing a perfect job with it, as well. I am singing along in perfect time under my breath, and dancing back and forth slightly to get the best views as I suddenly am video taping, regardless of what I decided a few seconds ago. And through all this, Janet has not noticed me there, yet, and I'm waiting for her to spot me.

Dream

I just arrived in a car with my older brother to a remote place, i see some college guys dressed in their gown ( is the academic costume ... i really don't know i to say it in English)... i propose to my brother we prank them by shouting something to them and my brother ignores me and starts to walk on their direction ... suddenly i start to looking around and i realize i'm dreaming , for some reason i don't do a RC.

I start walking, following my brother while i rub my hands for stabilization ( I didn't forgot this time XDD)... i pass through the college guys and go to a bar .... is a weird bar , looks like an abandoned house , there are no doors , or windows or even any furniture... all there is is walls, old wall stained by time.

There are a lot of young people in there ... i see i guy and i recognize him, in the dream i'm sure i know him from the DV or some video tutorial i saw about Lucid Dreaming ( the truth is that i don't even know him in real life although is face looked familiar ), i address my self to him saying that we might be sharing a dream... he ignores and i think to myself " he must think i'm a DC".

At this point a woman starts talking to me , she recognizes me .... is a old woman , dressed in black with few teeth in her mouth . I take a second look at her and she looks like a aunt of mine ( only my aunt in not that old ).

Now i'm not sure but i think at this very moment my lucidity starts to fade away i don't realize it .

FA 1

I "wake up", look to my side in bed and there is a person but i can only see his silhouette ... i assume is my brother but immediately after this i do the nose plug and i know i'm dreaming ... i'm so happy about it that i start pointing my finger to the person next to me and saying :
-" AH AH... i know i'm dreaming !!"
The DC get's angry and starts attacking me, i get under the blanket and try to change the dream scenario ... i think of a desert ( it stupid ... i should thought on beach ) but doesn't work ...

FA 2

I "wake up" , i'm under the blanket, i get out and i do the nose plug and i can breath through but i'm so convinced i'm awake i do it again and again and finally i can't breath through so i think i'm awake ... i look to the ground and i see a digital camera , i pick it from the floor and i wake up .

I was in a dungeon and there was something about two groups of different creatures and some dreaming related talk.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Parts of this dream are in present tense and some are in past tense. When I wrote this I had just woken up and was going back and forth between the tense because I was tired.

Dream 1: I am standing on a sort of futuristic football field with a large-ish African American kid about my age. He and I are supposed to be protecting somebody, but it’s not a life or death thing, we’re supposed to be protecting him in a game we’re about to play. There are tons of other people around our age (18) there, just walking around the field. Something happens and everyone starts running in the same direction, as if a race is starting. I start running as fast as I can to get to the front of the pack. The race leads off the football field, and there was a long handicap ramp for people to roll up if they’re in wheel chairs. I ran up to it, and jumped over the railing, taking a shortcut. I jump over the next two railings too.



I see that my old middle school friend, who I just saw recently for the first time in years at a grocery in the waking world, was running and she was in the front of the group. It reminded me of when we were back in school, and she would always be at the front of class, always putting her hand up first. In a sense she was leading the class.

I catch up to her and she seems to know where she’s going, so I start to follow her. We run through a building and then down several flights of stairs. The stairs change from being a house kind of stairwell to being an industrial kind of stairwell with cement stairs and railings and cement walls. All of a sudden the stairwell ends and we’re in a large cement parking lot. I looked around and everything had a sepia tone to it.

There were some tire marks on the cement, but no parking space lines.



I looked forward and remembered that I need to keep following her. She ran around a corner and got a slight lead on me, but she didn't know I was following her. When I run around the corner she is gone, and there are multiple stairways and multiple doors leading all sorts of directions. I had no idea which way to go. To my left was a scissor gate like a small business would use in a town to keep the front of the store inaccessible during the night from thieves.



I didn't have much time. I looked around desperately trying to find her, but I was too late. The herd of kids had caught up, but they were in the hallway that was blocked off by that sliding scissor gate. Cayla (my friend from school) was behind the scissor gate too. I looked at her and she looked at me as if to say “How did I get in here?”

I took advantage of the opportunity, and ran in one of the random directions. It led me to a train tunnel like place, and I kept running. Eventually I wound up at a bus at the end of the tunnel. I looked around and noticed that it was night time, and everything was dark. I got into the bus and sat near the front. There were already three other people on the bus. Two girls my age and one boy who I seemed to know from somewhere. Once I was on, the bus started to drive away. We drove down a street and I noticed that it was a place I was familiar with, my grandparents neighborhood. We all started talking to eachother, saying hello and asking names. I think one of the girls said her name was Stacy. She was very attractive. I then sat back in my chair and waited for a while. It felt like we were driving for an hour. By this time we were all good friends, even the bus driver. We pulled into a small city, and I saw some small houses on my left, and what appeared to be an amusement park in front of us. I looked down to the road as we approached a red light, and noticed that there was a small African American baby sitting in the road. He didn’t seem scared, he was quite playful. He was acting like a frog, and as soon as I acknowledged that, a black frog about the size of the baby appeared next to him. They were both sticking their tongues out and trying to catch something on the ground, perhaps an ant or a bug, with their tongues.

The light changed and we progressed on our journey. I looked behind me at the girls and noticed that they were making out. I thought to myself “ ……. HOT!” My buddy who was sitting in the back kind of looked at me and laughed then looked out the window, as if he’d seen this a million times. The girls off and on started kissing eachother, and I looked at Stacy and said “Can I help you girls out?” They kind of ignored me but I was persistent and said “I wanna get involved with that!” They stopped kissing and looked at me, it sort of creeped me out because they didn’t say anything for a second. Then Stacy said “No.” (Damn!)

We pulled up next to a large strange shaped rock/metal formation at the amusement park and stopped next to it, still on the road, by a curb. The wall formation looked like the wall in this picture of a ride at six flags:



We all got out and started walking, but we knew where we were going. After we turned a corner I was at my old house, which has recently sold. We’re standing in the driveway, and my dad and some people who seem to be his friends are in the garage next to a car with tools out. They say something taunting to me as a joke and we walk into the garage.

I felt a sense that told me “The whole reason we did this mission was to get here to fix something on a car.” It made me feel like It was a lot of effort just to do something so small, and why was it so important that all the kids from that school wanted to come fix it?

I heard some noises in real life and began to wake up and journal.

I used the WBTB and ADA Technique here, never became fully lucid, but was conscious enough to make SOME decisions in the dream of my own, but at no point had any idea I was really asleep.

The dream sequence that appeared to me last night was a little crazy. I was telling myself that I haven’t dreamed of a certain person in a very long time, so where did my dream take me? It took me to my school book store the day of my summer session. As I was walking into the book store I checked my bag in and I walked towards the back of the store where they keep the notebooks and books and anything you can think of for school I haven’t yet grasped the concept of dreaming vs. reality while dreaming, but I knew something was up when I saw this guy. Em, was in my dreams in a bookstore. I was racing to go get my math book the day my summer session started at the college. As I was grabbing the book I saw this blur or a shadow walk right past me, than others, than many. I grabbed my book and started to follow the bodyless and faceless shadows. I am standing in line when someone taps my shoulder, I turned around and their was Em. The only part I remember of the conversation was where he asked me to go somewhere with him and his friends, and of course I said yes, I want a life. He asked me to go on a hike with him and his friends into on one of those hiking trails that lead deep into the woods. I said yes, because there were a couple of Em’s friends I like.

Fast forward to another part of my dream or dreams. I am in my math class where I see the professor talking, but no one is listening except I. I realize that I am the only one in the classroom, and I thought this was odd, because usually classrooms are full of other prospering students. I get up out of my seat walk over towards the door and go outside. I turned around really fast, because I left my notebook and math book in the classroom. I see my new professor talking with other people, their blurs and shadows to me. I only hear one thing from the entire conversation “Where did the girl go? We need the girl.” Well, I decided to leave my math book and notebook and ran down the stairs of the LS building and outside. I see that it’s already 3 days the next day at that exact time, because I checked the newspaper. All I thought was I missed my hiking trip! I opened my phone and saw pictures of Sky and Em and his girlfriend, and other friends having a great time. And a text message that said, “We missed you, but at least you aren’t dead. We’ll try again.” I’m no sucker for paranoia, but I started breathing faster and I ran to the bike area of school.

Fast forward again and I meet up with my friend Luke. He looked at me weird and said, “I know you. I know I know you.” I told him my name and he just sighed and said I know now. I helped him to the trees we have on campus and just sat their talking I don’t remember what was said, but then he turned on me and laid me down and started kissing me. I can tell I missed this...a lot. But it was different, it was like it was all new again. We started kissing heavily when all of the sudden these black boys are dismantling Luke’s bike. I jumped off the tree, flew down to these kids and start grabbing the pieces. Luke is still in the tree. I grabbed one of the guy’s shirts and he took a staple gun to my pinkie finger. I didn’t notice the pain at first, but when the boys ran off, I noticed my pinkie was turning blue. Luke jumped down from the tree and said I needed to go to the emergency room and so he took. As, we were walking the building that was the “emergency” room was my theatre arts building on campus. I walk with Luke to the building and we look at each other, he held my hand, my good one and we went inside the cold room. In the ER everyone looks like a blur or a shadow except Luke and the nurse. I walked to the Administration counter, a nurse asked about my pinkie and she said that I’ll be okay follow me. I asked if Luke could be with back their in the room with me, she replied, “No, he is not family. Come along.” I look back at him and he looks so sad, like his heart was aching. I started to go back with the nurse and then I woke up.

Bedtime: 1:30
Bedtime snack: a cup of hot chocolate with a large marshmallow
WBTB: 4:45
Aids (during WBTB): Mugwort tea (1 tsp. mugwort, 1 tsp. chamomile, a pinch of cinnamon)
Recall: Medium
Vividness: High
Awesome factor: Medium


Dream 1 (fragment): I was walking through an art gallery, looking at pieces that were for sale.

Post-WBTB:

Couldn't fall asleep for a long time, but remained relaxed enough for lots of hypnogogic images/sounds. One was really strange. I was looking at some kind of scene from right to left, but it was choppy, kind of like playing an online game with lag. I had another vision that is part of a series of visions I've been having for almost a year, which seem like they could be (oh please, can they be?) prophetic. Interestingly, mugwort is believed to induce prophetic dreams/visions (though I wasn't under its influence during any of the past visions).

Dream 2 (fragment): My sister had connected her laptop to a large widescreen TV to conduct her online classes.

Dream 3: I was K's house (didn't look like it does in real life). W, I, D, and Aunt J were there. They were telling me about a large green parrot they had seen on TV. They wanted to know what it was called. Someone there had a type of Amazon, so I said that if it looked like that, it might also have been one. But if it was bigger -- everyone agreed that it had been bigger -- it could have been an Eclectus, at which point W had something to say about Eclectuses.

K was in the kitchen, doing something by the sink. At this point, I spontaneously realized I was dreaming. NO RCs or anything memory-induced. I just suddenly became aware that I was dreaming (like I did a few times during a nightmare as a kid, at which point I would force my eyes open). So what did I do now that I realized I was dreaming? Told myself I had to wake up, of course!

I don't know why I decided the best course of action was to wake myself up, even though it wasn't a bad dream. Maybe it's just hardwired into my brain because that's what I always did when becoming lucid during a nightmare as a kid. I thought I was smarter than this!

Key emotions: none, really

I was lazy last night and didn't keep any dream notes. Luckily I still remember 3 but I think I'm still forgetting one. Maybe it will come to me later. I was going for WILD/DEILD but at each awakening my wife's snorring made it hard to consentrate. I couldn't even try MILD or SSILD. It didn't help that at the beggining of the night I was dealing with restless leg syndrom and a few time during the later part of the morning. If I hadn't just come from the relciner befrore my WBTB I would have moved there to escape the snoring. The odds seem to be stacked against my reaching lucidity lately.

BOLD = Dream Cues

#1 - NLD

I am cooking fajita meat. There is a premature baby laying on the prep table wrapped in a tortilla. I feel confused how and why the beef looks like a baby. I wonder if I should just bite it's head off or wait for it to change on it's own.

I look up and notice at the small table in the middle of the street. I see a device like the TV remote but know it records audio and video. I see my ex-wife arrested in a cop car. I turn the audio up and say "Oh I've got to see this!" Turns out she had been involved in some shady dealing involving sex and she had been living a double life. It was no surprise to me. I woke up.

#2 - NLD

I was shopping in a department store for some shorts and jeans. There was a huge unblievable sale were everything was 2 for $10. The clothes I really wanted were completely sold out but I found something I liked. I looked at the brand of jeans I am trying on and it has the DW symbol. The 11th Doctor shows up and tell me it was destiny that I bought those jeans. He says something about having lots of adventrues ahead like I was to be the next Doctor.

I put him aside for a second and began to worry that these jeans are so cheap because of Chinese Slave labor. I thought of how IWL I read an article where a slave worker put a "help me" note in some halloween decorations.

I get online and look up the store that I was buying from. Everyone said it was "Cetified Approved" meaning it was "Fair Trade". I was relieved to find this out but then I woke up.

# 3 - NLD

I am at work at the old 13st facility. Something about talking to Hobee in the break room. We run out of work so they put me and two others in tha back to count and organize some stuff in storage. After moving stuff around I notice that it seems like it got really late. I look at the time and see its almost 6:30PM. One guy that looks like someone I knew in elementary school is asleep on a pallet. I wake him and tell him we will be locked in here all weekend if we don't leave. He didn't seem to care and would not wake up. I woke up.

Morning of June 16, 2013. Sunday.



In my dream there is part of the house that reminds me of the southern end of my family home in Cubitis though it is meant to be a large wooden house in Australia. I am looking at the plumbing, as there are troubles of some sort, and the pipes are kind of strange. One section that has the most trouble and which actually cracks and falls off looks much like a car muffler but is about four times bigger. There is not much that can be done, as it is mostly ruined, and the resonance chamber of the “muffler” had not been directing the water properly and so that somehow created a problem for the rest of the plumbing. I tell my wife Zsuzsanna it is broken, so either we will move or have to somehow contact the property owner.

Inside, there is a fireplace facing out from the north to the south. In this climate (in reality), we have never needed a fireplace, as it is normally very warm; warm even during the so-called winter.

There are two very large jagged rocks in front of our fireplace. Zsuzsanna and I are not sure why and I begin to get the idea to move them to make more space. Zsuzsanna thinks that would be a good idea, as I mention we could put another cupboard there. The cupboard would be okay to be there as we had never used the fireplace anyway (though in Brisbane, in real life, the larger house we lived in had a fake stupid-looking plastic fireplace built into the wall - which was kind of annoying as it took up a lot of space that could have been used for something sensible). However, it seems ridiculous that these huge lighter gray rocks could be moved even a little, as they look extremely heavy and are about four feet long and two feet high, plus, the jagged edges (to grip or push on) would make them hard to move as well.

I look up the chimney area and notice a paper or something caught on one corner (front-west), but do not learn what it is. At any rate, I end up sliding the rocks (both at the same time somehow, even though they are mostly end to end) to the south part of the room a bit. It turns out that the rocks had been there to cover a large hole in the wooden floor, and underneath is just dusty ground and a few stones. We may put them back or use something more sensible (and flat) to cover that part of the floor.

Morning of June 16, 2013. Sunday.



I had a shorter intimate dream with the setting once again being in Cubitis, the one area near the hallway being fairly close as to how it really was. Zsuzsanna and I are wrapped in blankets on the otherwise hard tiled floor but we are still enjoying ourselves.

In my last dream of this date, I am back on King Street in the L-shaped smaller apartment in the back. I have several paintings up on the main length of the west wall. They are sort of like water-color images and slightly abstract, one of an eagle’s head. My wife Zsuzsanna is talking to someone else about his art, but he seems to be a younger version of me though with ongoing tribal ties and more art skills, perhaps. His work is detailed but more contemporary, almost like panels from a professional-looking comic book. One image shows a happy couple. One seems to be on plain A4 typing paper but that one may be a print. They are making fun of all the racist cartoons and such that stereotype Native Americans as saying “Ugh!”. They each say “Ugh!” about six times, laughing. Apparently, my “younger self” is even going to paint a large picture expressing the “ughness” of “Ugh!” in abstract. Some of it seems to be a response to modern television shows. There is a vague idea that the public would sit and watch a still image “Ugh!” on their television screen for an hour or more without moving.

Another (unknown male) person also speaks, and there are two other unknowns in the room, at least at one point. This other person is talking about how “great” my paintings on the wall are and I feel a bit silly about the attention as his praise seems sincere, yet as he points out each individual line making up the larger image when talking about the eagle head picture, which is composed of mostly blue and lighter purple water-color paint-like lines, but with also a somewhat of a pen-drawing look.

Dream recall from today's nap. Not much.

I was in some indoor area.

Last night, I probably had some of the strangest dreams of my life. I'm not even really sure how to put into words how ridiculous they were, but I'll try.

Now, while they were weird, they were also probably some of the best non-lucid dreams I've ever had.

Here's everything I remember (it might get confusing, but bear with me):

The first thing I remember was being with two of my sisters... and Neve Campbell. See? It's already weird. I don't remember thinking about Neve Campbell or anything before I went to sleep, but it absolutely was her in my dream. This should have been a pretty big clue that I was dreaming, because I seemed to know her pretty well personally.

Anyway, I guess my dream was creating false memories for me, because we stumbled upon this guy who was apparently a "chef" from Food Network who had a show that me and my family used to watch together. He wasn't REALLY an actual projection of a real-life chef from Food Network, but I was pretty sure that he was in my dream. In fact, I think he was Bill Murray (at least, he looked and sounded like him).

We hung out with this guy for a while, but when he wasn't around, me and my sisters (and Neve Campbell) saw a news report on TV that said that this man was actually a man who disguises himself as various people from TV and what-not, and that whoever turns him in will get a reward (or something like that). We tried looking for him, but we couldn't find him. A while later though, me and my sisters... and Neve Campbell... went to the old neighborhood that me and my sisters used to live in when we were younger, and saw a man who looked suspiciously like the Food Network impersonator guy (or Bill Murray...), living in a bright pink house with a Dora the explorer themed car (that didn't start)... he was standing in his garage talking to us (don't remember what he was saying though). Now, I know that this bright pink house wasn't really in my old neighborhood, and this man didn't really live there, but in the dream, I was pretty sure that this stuff actually happened (false memories, I guess).

The next thing I remember, me, my sisters, and Neve Campbell were sitting at a restaurant having dinner. We were all talking to each other (again, don't remember what we were saying), and all of a sudden Neve Campbell puts her hand on my thigh. Her hand felt really warm for some reason, and I remember thinking that I liked it (weird, I know).

The next dream I had felt like only a few seconds, and I wasn't even a part of it. It was Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslett (still in character from Titanic) riding in a weird train thing (it was kind of like the Mono-rail from Batman Begins, but instead of a train it looked more like a car), and Leonardo DiCaprio was yelling angrily about how the windshield wipers kept spraying lube on the windshield every 7 seconds (weird as hell, I know).

It's also weird because I couldn't see them, but I knew they were in the train... car... thing. Kate Winslett didn't say anything, but I knew she was there too. So strange.

These were some of the most entertaining dreams I've had, honestly.

Towards the morning though, I was actually able to become lucid.

It wasn't a very good lucid dream though, because I knew I was dreaming, but I felt absolutely EXHAUSTED in the dream (the sleepy kind of exhausted, not the kind of feeling you get after a workout), and I could hardly keep my eyes open, and everything seemed foggy. I was sitting at my kitchen table, rubbing my hands together furiously and I kept yelling out "INCREASE CLARITY!", and I think it helped a little, but not much.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up in my room. However, I almost immediately know that this is a false awakening, because I look at my alarm clock and notice it says "15:00" (military time isn't an option on my clock). However, I still felt very very tired and couldn't really enjoy the dream. I remember yelling out "Why the fuck am I so tired!?!?!?" in a half joking, half frustrated kind of way. I woke up for real a few seconds later.

It's weird, but maybe I actually fell asleep in the initial lucid dream because I was so tired, and that was what triggered the false awakening. Not sure, but it's possible.

Dream 1 (non-lucid):
"I was in town and was looking for a restaurant to eat in. Was nice weather. Some chicks walking around me talked danish (think they were cabin crew). I followed them because they were going to a restaurant aswell. I suddenly found one. Asked for a hamburger, with a big salad next to it. Meet a friend of mine (Henrik) there. Starts to talk to him about some festivals he went to up north in Norway. Then suddenly me and Yvonne are arguing in our living room."

Dream 2 (non-lucid):
"Me and Yvonne were babysitting a child called Olliver, about 1,5 years old. We were up in some sort of cabin. We went for a walk, and then when we sat down in the grass there was a tiger approaching. It came and smelled on Olliver."

Dream 3 (non-lucid):
"We were on a bus, and Yvonne's uncle Paul sat there and were asleep. His phone starts ringing with a weird ringtone. Yvonne recognizes his ringtone and went over to him to wake him up."

Dream 4 (LUCID!):
"We were on some sort of vacation in a warm country down south (probably Spain or somthing). Me, Yvonne and her mother. Suddenly Yvonne disappears and I have to go look for her. I find her after a while looking and then we went to our hotellroom (which were REALLY small). When we came there I just realized that this had to be a dream, because we were not gonna go to Spain this summer, but to New York City! So I thought it HAD to be a dream. I look at my fingers. Still 5 fingers. Look away and then back at the fingers. Then I had 7-8! I look up at Yvonne. I felt extreme excitement and was afraid I would lose the dream. Things around me starts to disappear (Weird feeling. Like the "Fizzing" from a soda). I have read here on DV that doing pirouets would help. I started doing that, but realized I had to do like 20 pirouets before it was completely clear again.
I then told her: "This is a dream, you know that right?", and then she just answers "Yes". Suddenly we were in the city where Tony Stark(Iron man) lives, because i recognized his home. Then I fell out of the dream.."

Dream 1 (non-lucid):
"Played StarCraft, my girlfriend (Yvonne) wanted me to come sleep with her on the couch. Then I played Wordfeud against a friend (Steffen)."

Dream 2 (non-lucid):
"Played a racing game on playstation and then I watched Yvonne play chess against my dad. She cheated. Then we were at our cabin up in the mountain. There were lots on snow inside the cabin and we had burried us quite deep. My girlfriend then asks me if I want to have sex there (haha!). My dad comes around a corner and we have to hide. He then says "The snow will last for some time in here, so I want to hang a light crown here". "

Dream 3 (non-lucid):
"Was on the run. Ran away from some bad people. One bald guy I remember (looked like bruce willis). I also swam away from them."

Dreams from the last two days...

I remember I was walking downstairs and saw this book that
was made by one of my teachers. It looked like a children's
book, but it was hardcover and was like 200 pages long. I
started flipping through it and saw how all the students had signed
it and then the teacher's voice started reading the book to me.
I don't really remember what it was about.

I remember I was at a Rockies game. The score was 206 to 0 and I was the only
fan left. I was down on the field and the coach gave me the game ball.

I was at basketball practice at school, which was wierd cause school was out
a few weeks ago.

Not much else has happened... I forgot to wake up and try the napping technique this morning so ya... Gonna keep at it though.

See ya

Very poor recall.

I remember being with someone and we were drawing up a contract fro sale. for a house or for a machine.

I remember the colour green, a field and a war.