non-lucid

Invasion of the Seanchan

I'm looking at a plastic model of a hay-filled wagon. Bumping it accidentally, I realize that the hay was manufactured in multiple layers. You can take them off one at a time! This is the coolest thing. Underneath the final layer is a model of Nynaeve. (It's a reproduction of a moment from the Wheel of Time series [except it's not; that I've read, Nynaeve never hides under a haystack].) There's something wrong with Nynaeve's face, though; the proportions aren't right. Oh, well, you can't win them all.

In the hay is a small hair clip with an exquisitely delicate decoration of a flower [or something]. It's part of a set of three that the Seanchan are secretly distributing; when they attach one to your clothing, you come under their control.

Suddenly, a Seanchan voice starts speaking from the platform in the middle of the room! Basically, it's a holdup. They're blocking all the exits and they've come to invade. Many of them lift their staves and shoot a sort of heat-distortion bubble towards one side of the room. Their target is a dark-haired man, who gets up from his chair to catch all of the spells into a pulsing, floating black circle, like an eclipse or a black hole, the size of a soccer ball. I've no idea what it will do, but it looks powerful. The tension builds. . . .

Suddenly, the whole thing breaks out into what seems like a silly, dancing commercial of some kind.

Not sure of the date…June or July 2011?

I realize that I’m dreaming. I’m in a house, the tv is really loud and I feel like I have to concentrate to reach my goal (get where I want in my dream), but the tv is too loud and I can’t concentrate. I try going into another room but there’s another tv or stereo that’s too loud in that room too. I decide to go outside. It’s night time and there are kids dressed in costumes roaming the streets. My place is off a paved alley and I go out a door that leads to this. There are people out on both sides of my place.

I try to sit and meditate on my goal (to visit the teacher I saw in another dream), but some kids stop by and interrupt me. They ask about my hair (it’s long and pulled back in a low pony tail). One boy says he fell from a tree and I see scratches on his upper back and ask him if it happened today. He says that yes it happened today, and I tell him it’ll get better. I start thinking that maybe it’s more important to interact with the people here than to try and be someplace else. (*in the house and outside there are people reading books which seems odd on Halloween somehow. I say to myself “well, you only water flowers after they’re dry.”)

I start walking around town. It’s sunny out now and I try to fly, but it’s difficult. A lady sees me and is trying to catch up with me but I recognize her and know she’s a talker and will drive me off course, I may even forget that I’m dreaming, so I try to avoid her. I see a guy and use him as an excuse not to talk to her (I fly to him all clumsy). He seems to be an old friend or something, or I know him somehow, and we start to dance to pretend I’m busy (not too slow but not real fast, dancing apart from one another).

Somehow I accidentally hit his head or something and some girl sees me do this and she gets all upset. I just want to get away. They trick me and arrest me for hurting my friend. I know they’re going to whip me at least twice to see if I bleed. My hands are bound behind my back and there are people all around judging me. If I bleed that means I’m guilty of trying to hurt him, otherwise God wouldn’t let me bleed. I’m scared but I know that I’m dreaming…how come I can’t leave?! Even if I’m dreaming this is real enough that I can’t seem to change it. I know the whipping will hurt as if it were really happening. A man stands up and says I didn’t even leave a mark or something along those lines, and he wants this to stop. They ask the man that I accidentally hit on the head if this is correct, if it was an accident, and he nods his head. They all agree and let me go. The man I hit looks like an old man now.

I walk away and I find myself inside my house again. I think how it feels no different than ordinary reality, and this somehow disappoints me. It seems like it should feel different here, maybe it is all reality. I run my fingers along a couch and feel how solid and real it is. The textures feel so real against my fingers. I still haven’t reached my goal and so much time has passed already.

I go outside and lay in partly in the street and partly in the grass. I look over and see my dog Bailey lying beside me. I reach out and touch her and am amazed that she’s here in this dream with me. Is she really? Or is this just another part of my brain putting her there? I look at the stars and ponder on this. I think about how earlier in the day, when I tried to fly, I was afraid of going too high again. When I started to get higher I couldn’t stop and it scared me so I would will myself back down to the ground again, and it would continue in this clumsy way. This is usually what happens to me in my dreams when I try to fly. So I begin to wonder if I just let go and let myself go higher if it would take me where I want to go. Then it hits me…I just need to rise up and not be afraid and I can reach my goal.

I think I want to rise! My whole body moves up to toward the stars (very bright, constellations connect with lines somehow). I try not to be afraid. My body is buzzing inside. I think that I want to see my teacher again, then change my mind and think that I want to visit myself again.

I end up in front of a white house that‘s shaped like a barn. It’s daylight, and it looks like the barn I saw in the dream I last had where I met myself (only then it was night). I go up to the door and ring the doorbell, which is above the doorway. The door is arched at the top and there are three buttons above it which are triangular. I hit one for the doorbell. I don’t wait for someone to answer the door since I don’t know how much time I have left, so I just walk inside. A family is inside, all adults, and I ask to see Amy. They look upset that I’m there. A young lady is leaning on the arm/back of a couch looking at me and a man of about the same age sits on the couch looking at me disapprovingly.

A motherly figure walks to the door. Amy appears before they can respond. She has a big smile on her face, and it’s my face! She hugs me and tells everyone that I came back! She says lets go somewhere else. As we leave I comment on their disapproval and she says that they were hoping that I wouldn’t come back. She has kind of a stuffy attitude somehow; seems kind of down or unhappy and seems almost masculine somehow. I jump on her back as a piggy back ride and give her a hug telling her it’s ok, that everything will be ok now. She smiles.

We go into a barn room thing. It has the feeling of a house, but it’s an outer building on the property. There are lots of shelves with things on them and some chairs. I say first things first, I want to ask her something in case my time runs out and I have to leave suddenly. I’m so indecisive about things and I want to check my feelings against hers since we’re part of each other, almost the same person…does she want a baby? She frowns and shakes her head saying no. She looks upset that I would ask such a question. I ask if she’s upset and disappointed and she says yes. I feel it’s because she thinks it will change my decision about having a baby. I say not to worry because I feel that I’ll have one anyway. She looks up and asks why. I say that I feel I want one, then other times I feel that I don’t, but that mostly I do. She asks how often I feel that I do; only once? I say no, I’ve felt this way several times. She asks when do I feel this way? I say that it’s when I see other people with their babies. As I’m explaining this I feel myself fading and start to feel my pillow on my face. I know I’m waking up and I can’t seem to get back to her. I finally open my eyes since it’s over and my clock says it’s 3:00.

As I’m pondering all of this in my bed, I realize that I was nothing like “me.” My family seemed stuffy and disapproving. I seemed stuffy and unhappy, except when I saw myself show up. My attitude was very depressing with no desire for children. This wasn’t like me at all. I think that asking her how she felt about having children was silly on my part now. That girl wasn’t me at all. This was a completely different person. If it was me, then it was a different side of me that I don’t want to be. They seemed well off financially, but judgmental and unhappy somehow. Maybe this was a different aspect of my ego? Was it part of my subconscious or a part of myself that isn’t who I am here but exists somewhere else? Maybe every possible aspect of who we could be exists somewhere…. Maybe I’m thinking on it too much…..

Note:
I kept questioning myself if I was really dreaming in parts of the dream or if it were really happening (before I met myself). Then I would remember that if I weren’t dreaming then I wouldn’t question it, so I had to be dreaming.

I couldn’t fall asleep very well before this dream. The last time I looked at the clock it said 2:00, I must have fallen asleep shortly after that.

Another note would be that one of the big reason's for asking her if she wanted a baby was due to the lucid dream I had about meeting my unborn daughter. I'm still unsure if I want children and thought her opinion would help me decide somehow.

12-15-10
I was watching over the life of a man, and he had no idea. He lived for hundreds of years. He sat cross legged with his head down outside in the elements. I forget what his first body was, but I think he was fully clothed for it. In his next body, he was naked, but I put bubble wrap on his feet to keep them warm. Somehow I knew that while he was probably uncomfortable, the only thing that was really important was that his feet stay warm, so I had to be sure of that. He was unaware of any of this or of me. All of his fingers on his hand (right?) were missing except his pointer finger. They had all been ground down years ago, but once again, the only important thing was that he kept his pointer finger, so it was ok (he didn’t know this either, only I did). His mutation was so severe that it looked like an arm that went straight to a finger. Even his hand had been mostly worn away.

I gave him a sip of water out of a gallon jug every so many hundred years (maybe 200, maybe 300, depends). When I did, he would look up at me and smile. I would decide what each of his next lives would be before they would begin. I remember deciding that one life he would become a Buddhist Monk, and touched him on his bald head to make it so. At one point, I liked the way that sipping the water would make him so happy that I kept giving him sip after sip so that he kept looking up at me and smiling. Suddenly, he looked down and looked sad. He said he remembered….everything (with much gravity). I realized I had let him drink too much and because of this he remembered all the suffering from the past hundreds of years that he had been living, instead of the joy, or peace, he could find from this moment.

I knew, after his awakening, that it was my turn now. I’m not sure if it was because of his awakening, or if it was just time, but now he would watch over me as I had watched over him. I told him what to do. Only give me a sip of water about every 200 years, and make sure I keep my pointer finger. He said ok. I knew it would be long and hard, but that I wouldn’t remember or realize it, so it would be ok.

Somehow, even though he was suppose to be watching over me now, I was the one that walked away, and I was still watching over him in a sense. I went into town to find a job. It was a much older period, before much medical discovery. I went to this small brown building and applied for a job as a physician and got it (with no prior experience). I was from the future somehow, so I remembered more from that than these people had learned (they didn’t know this though). I was aware that women were talking in town, and they were hopeful/excited because there was a new doctor in town. They were hoping to have more success with their pregnancies since they were having difficulties getting pregnant.

In this dream, I was a male doctor, not a woman. I saw a glimpse of myself in a white doctor/lab coat. I was still watching over my “friend” through this. Now, he was only a decapitated head preserved in a jar. I would forget about him sometimes, and once some squirrels got to him. I was worried he had died. Another time I came home to find the jar with his head in it on the floor (his head was now a raccoon head). The jar had tiny crickets all over in it and around it. They were in his eyes, throat and nose. I figured he would have suffocated; there was no way he could have survived this one. But he was still alive. I cleared them away, and while his head looked dead (didn’t move, blink or breath…almost looked stuffed) I knew he was still in there hanging on. I was relieved and knew I had to preserve him better so this wouldn’t happen again (obviously the jar wasn’t sealed tight enough).

I had this dream a few nights ago (today is 11-30-10). I remembered it again today and wanted to write it down before I forget any more details. It started off in a camp of some sort. It was getting darker (dusk), and I was near a cooking fire area. There were many people around. There was a flat pan that I use for cooking grilled cheese (in real life) laying on the ground, and it was very hot. One of my friends (I get the feeling it was Josh or Keith, which I knew when I woke up but can’t remember for sure now) stumbled and fell onto this pan, burning his face pretty badly. He was upset and in a lot of pain; holding his face and howling. I felt bad, but also felt that I had warned him of the danger, so I didn’t feel it was entirely my fault that he was hurting. I didn’t voice this, though. I merely walked away to another group of people that were cooking food. I knew I had to leave the camp, but I wanted to show a good gesture for the community at the same time. Everyone was going to be leaving to move to another area, and they would need food and supplies carried to their new destination. I felt that I would start carrying food alone, even though it was a very long and treacherous journey. I felt I could do it quickly and easily by myself. I grabbed a glass bowl of some sort of corn casserole and headed off towards the trees. Nobody tried to follow me, but I had the feeling that they felt I was crazy to think that I could make it alone. I somehow knew I would make it there and back several times before they made their first trip; so I would be back to carry more food before they even left camp.

Once near the trees, I started running. I didn’t get winded or even tired, but just kept on running. Up until this point, I have seen this dream through my own eyes (1st person), but then I start to see scenes of myself on this journey. From above, I see myself stop to rest for the night in front of a fire. All else is quiet, and I feel secure, safe and serene. I really don’t feel any harsh emotions through most of this dream. I mainly feel acceptance and a numb kind of calm. I run for days (which I don’t really watch so much as I know it has happened), when I reach a pool of water that I stop to bath in. I see myself in the water, washing my long brown hair. Once again all is quiet but the sound of the water and the feel of nature around me. I notice that I’m very lean and beautiful. I’ve been living off of the earth and running for a very long time, so I’m radiantly strong and healthy. I’ve never once been afraid of being alone, I just feel at peace and know that I have this mission to finish delivering food. I don’t see any animals of any kind, I’m completely alone.

After running for days more, the scenery starts to change to suburban America. Streets, cars, sidewalks. I’m running along the sidewalk, and I start to feel the heaviest burden of sadness. I’m remembering a time in my life where I used to run to happiness, and now I’m remembering that and sobbing that I no longer have it to run to, so I’m just running to run. I see Karen ahead of me, and although I don’t remember why now, she wants to fight me or hurt me somehow. Without breaking stride, I hit her hard and beat her down and keep running. I don’t feel bad about this; I was simply defending myself against her blows to keep moving. I keep running…. That’s about the last thing I remember.

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We landed on the roof, all three of us, my buddy, lets call him Freddy, had a bit of a shaky landing but he still managed a smile, I'm sure he was fine. The girl or rather woman, she was quite a woman actually, let's call her Sam landed as gracefully as you would expect, much like a great cat, mine wasn't as delicate but at least it was significantly better than Freddy's.

Still thrilled from the flying a la superman my veins throbbed slightly as we went through the glass doors and into the hallway leading away from the wast roof filled with sand. A doorman greeted us and led the way, following obediently I ran a hand through my quite long, curly hair to put it in order after the flight, it felt a bit moist with sweat. Sam shoot one of her beaming smiles at me when I glanced her way. Freddy looked like a kid in a candy store, I hoped I managed to keep my cool a bit better than him but I'd be damned if I didn't look slightly bashed when the doorman finally unlocked the door to our final destination.

It was a huge room with massive concrete walls. I wasn't sure whether the gigantic glass windows was actual windows or simply glass with blinding lights behind them for it was just so bright. Before us the floor opened up in two large areas. Platforms was raised from below to melt with the floor which had one car on each of them; two fancy sports car in an intense black colour lacking shine and lacklustre with toned windows, surley expensive as hell.

Leaning on one of the cars was a man in a suit that didn't look too expensive but probably was. He nodded towards Sam and gestured towards the car with a questioning look at me and Freddy. Sam went towards the other car's driver seat, standing closest to her I decided to follow and took a seat next to her. Freddy seemed nervous but too amazed to care when he followed the other man. It was a short drive from where ever we where to the fancy hotel we stopped at.

Passing the reception without being stopped a servant, assistant or what ever she was took the lead. We went passed several rooms with more glass walls, watching how people got massage, where working out, swimming, being rolled in seaweeds and all that sort of useless stuff until we finally where closing in on the elevators.

Freddy made delighted remarks about all he saw but he didn't seem to care that I ignored him for he was speaking more to himself than anyone else. However useless I found this spa stuff I still looked forward to a good massage, hadn't had one in a really long time.

Outside the elevator a tanned man wrapped in a white towel sat on a bench, I think he was texting or something, he looked up at us as we passed, his pale blue eyes lively compared to the rest of his stern face. The elevator made some mechanical noise and than signalled that it had arrived and opened its doors. I followed Sam in being the last of us I was closest to the doors. As they started closing I took a last look at the man. His hair was curlier than mine but not much, a bit shorter and more towards blonde than mine. He was fit for his age and looked like someone you didn't want to mess with. The doors closed just as his eyes met mine and we finally climbed floor by floor until we reached one of the highest.

Sam had obviously lived at the apartment we arrived at for a while; there was clothes scatter over a couch and the two queen size beds, which I noticed was both unmade. I was surprised the staff hadn't been doing some cleaning up but didn't bother to ask about it. “What are you waiting for, put that on” Sam said with her usual, perfect smile, her brown, smooth looking hair a curtain falling to the side as she plucked something up from one of the beds. She had been referring to the pile of cloth which suddenly rested limply in my one arm hold. “I won't look. Promise.” She added as I had forgotten to answer her.

“Right” I took a last moment to admire her looks before I went towards the bathroom. “I won't bother to call you beautiful, I’m sure you hear it all the time” She scoffed before she disappeared into another room shaking her had at me. Freddy started to unzip his trousers as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

This had clearly been a woman’s bathroom for more than a few weeks; it was stuffed with beauty products, hairbrushes, tampons and laundry obviously sewn for a female shape. I raised the toilet seat and pulled my member out, (here I think I became lucid, freaking out over how my genitals was male and began to morph into idk know what before I forgot I was dreaming and got back into character and came to a conclusion) it wasn't the largest but hey it filled it's purposes just fine. As the usual purling of the water began (I guess it felt really nice to hear the familiar sound because of my breakdown a few seconds earlier even if I couldn't remember it) I watched what was right before me, the heating coil which was draped with bras, colourful bras most of them having some kind of lace, she had good taste I decided before I flushed.

Instead of zipping my trousers again I pulled them and my briefs off, grabbing the lower edge of my black t-shirt and slipped it off too. I inspected the clothes I had been given laying discarded in a heap just inside the door. “What the hell?” I muttered as I straightened my back with one cloth in each of my hands. I was just fine with the white bathrobe but the trunks just had to be a joke, bright red speedos, “Come on!”.

With the bathrobe held in front of my crotch I opened the door and questioningly held the red piece of clothing, or rather lack of it, outside the door. “I'm not wearing these.” Freddy jumped as I spoke, he had been standing in front of a full body mirror flexing his jelly arms and belly sporting a green pair of speedos. I was grinning mockingly at him as Sam entered the room. The grin washed of my face. The silver grey bikini revealed her bronze skin, her thighs, her vaguely defined abs. She was unbelievably hot and the grin that started to grow on my face this time was light ages away from the one Freddy had drawn from me.

“Would you rather go without?” She raised a brow at me and walked across the room towards the exit door, her long legs pulling my gaze with them as gravity itself, draping the bathrobe over her perfect body while doing so.

“Right” I said and looked at the speedos as if I was surprised they hung over my finger. Sam smiled a smile I hadn't seen before but couldn’t really place then she was out the door. As it clicked in place it was as if someone had pulled the hazy fog out of my head and I grew aware of Freddy's smirking face. “What? She's hot all right” I pulled my head into the bathroom again.

“Sure but she's not Aphrodite herself” Freddy countered from the other side of the door. I ignored him and put the speedos on feeling slightly disgusted. What is it with girls and mirrors, it was a full body in here as well, I saw myself looking ready to dive into any bay watch episode on command.

“You don't got a say. You noticed how skittery Sam's friend or who ever the hell he was, made you? Looked like a freaking school girl” I watched myself in the mirror, I wouldn't say I was hot but I was happy enough with my appearance, Sam was way out of my league though.

“Men in suits with sexy cars, come on who can resist that?”

“Not you that’s for sure.” I put the bathrobe on and headed for the door, trying to forget what I was wearing underneath it. “You coming?”


Outside a servant was waiting who took us towards the spa area, he answered all of Freddy's stupid questions not only politely but as if he was genuinely interested. I sighed and let my mind drift, the people in here must be loaded, I wonder what kind of people they were, what this place actually were. A hotel for people like Sam? I wasn’t sure what Sam was, a spy? Some kind of agent? A superhero? A villain? I had no idea, just knew that she had plenty of resources and darn powerful connections.

Sam was waiting for us at a juice bar where everyone had the same kind of bathrobes, speedos or bikinis or simply a towel wrapped around them. “There you are!” She said and joined our party which continued pass the juice bar and a pool area. “I'm sure you have questions, there'll be time for answers but for now its best if we just try to relax. Tomorrow'll be a long day”

We arrived at the massage tables in a private area. Sam was first to slid of her robe and easily lay down on the table, Freddy wasn't much slower, despise his extra kilos he seemed much less disturbed by the small amount of clothing we had on than I was. Reluctant to take my robe of I kept it on as I laid down on the table. Sam giggled at me as she untied and pulled her top off. I didn't have long time to admire the curve of her back and her firm round little butt before three massage therapists appeared before us.

They introduced themselves and one of them presented the whole massage concept. I recognised one of them, he was tall and tanned, with golden hair put up in a knot behind his head, it was the man from outside the elevator.

I finally positioned myself as Sam and Freddy had long ago with my head down the hole of the massage table. The elevator man, as I named him, stepped up to my table. I could see his feet where I rested my head in that hole whatever it's called, he was barefoot unlike most of the other staff members. “Sir, you know you have to take that off.” He said almost like a command rather than an inquiry.

“What if I refuse?”

“Behave” Sam warned me.

“Fine” I muttered and I rolled my eyes starting to shrug the bathrobe off, as it descended my shoulders the elevator man grabbed the edges of it and pulled it away. For a few seconds I felt awfully naked before a warm towel was thrown over my body and corrected to cover my legs and reveal my back. I watched the man’s feet as he walked passed my head to position himself to my right, between Sam and me. I tried to relax but for some reason I felt slightly uncomfortable.

After some ministrations the man's large, warm hands where on my back, kneading and applying pressure in large movements.

And here I woke up..


I do switch gender and personalities often in my dreams but it gets most awkward when you're naked.

Anyway this dream felt very real when I dreamed it and is a good example of how linear my dreams are. There are seldom sudden transitions and sometimes it feels like someone have written a plot for them.

I should probably cut out details, my dreams are too long to write down

Had quite a morning. I had to close at work so I slept from 1:30am to 5:30am when Danny got up for work. I couldn't get to sleep because my fan wasn't working (I need the white noise). After I got Chris to school at 7:15am, it took maybe 45min before I finally got back to sleep.

I woke up a little bit later because I swore I heard my daughter Nicole come home from school. I thought that she must have gotten sick and got a ride home. I heard her talking on the phone, and some doors open and close. Something didn't feel right though. I rolled over to listen more carefully in case I was imagining things, when I felt some super strong vibrations. I knew then that what I'd heard was auditory HH (I used to get those a long time ago). So I went with the vibes and slipped into an LD. I struggled with the blankets as I tried to get out of my bedroom. I wondered if I would see the DC version of Nicole, so I could ask her to guess a number from 1 - 100. I saw a really reduced version of her in the hall, coming at me fast! I pushed her away and went to the livingroom. I tried to call out to her to ask her the question, but my voice was paralyzed, shit. i tried again, but my vision faded and then woke up.

When I woke up, I thought I could still here doors and stuff, weird. I felt vibrations again, so I thought COOL a second chance. This time I didn't even have to open my dream eyes. As soon as the vibrations washed over me, I could see my room through my eyelids, and the TV remote control was hovering above my nightstand. That was a new one for me haha. I got up more quickly and marched straight out the door. I saw a normal version of Nicole this time, but her glasses were different. I was about to speak, when I noticed my voice and eyesight failing again. I thought quickly, and turned to a lamp in our living room. As I went for the lamp, I said a mantra in my head: "Once you turn on this light, you WILL be able to see and you WILL be able to speak." I turned it on, and I could see. I picked it up (don't know why I did this), and pointed the light in Nicole's face, almost like one would shine a light on someone to interrogate them. I said easily, "I'm thinking of a number between 1 - 100, what is it?" I had preselected the number 42 in waking life, because I knew I would remember it in the dream. Nicole giggled and answered, "That's sorty new!" I laughed at her and the fact that her answer rhymed with 42.

She went to her room and I went outside. I was thinking about trying the firework task while I was still dreaming. When I went out the door, I was standing on a foothill, over looking a trail that cut through a small forest. The trail ended at a body of water that was either the sea or a really large lake. There were wooden newel posts at the start of the trail. I picked up some dirt and leaves on the ground and placed them on the flat top of one of the posts. I willed a lighter to appear, and a little black cigarette lighter sat just to the right of my little pile. I imagined that when I lit it, it would shoot into the air and become fireworks. I lit it but nothing happened. No worries, I really just wanted to go down that trail hehe. It was dark but I wasn't scared. I noticed that the moon was just beginning to rise just to the east of the sea. It seemed to break through some kind of ice, or crystals. As it rose, I thought of that song "Walking Man's Road" from The Last Unicorn. So I started down the trail, singing the song as an invisible band accompanied me. As I walked and sang, little forest animals began walking along side me. When I got to my favorite line, a small black bear bit my hand. I removed my hand from his mouth easily, but I was mad that he interrupted my favorite part. I sang a couple more lines then woke up.

I fell back to sleep after feeling more vibrations. The vibrations didn't lead to anything, and I began having a non lucid. I was at dinner party that looked like a wedding reception. It was outside, under one of those big white tents, with little white lights strung everywhere. I was sitting with 6 or 7 other guests at one of the round tables with white tablecloth, white napkins and white china and candles and a floral centerpiece. I was staring at a picture of a young man that the man next to me was showing me. He was telling me about him, when it suddenly dawned on me that I had JUST woken from a dream not moments ago. I thought how lucky I was to be having another lucid! Still the the fireworks task on my mind, I started taking random things from the table and stacking them together: a namecard holder, a fork, a napkin, and I can't remember what else. I looked up and noticed that there was a hole in the center of the tent that revealed stars and the night sky. I yelled at a passing waiter to bring me a lighter, but then I remembered that there were candles on the table. I lit my pile of stuff and waited. I said to the guests, "Hold on to your seats, this is gonna shoot up into the air!" It took a few moments, and I began to doubt. Then the pile shot up through the hole in the tent, and burst into tiny, cute little fireworks with several tiny "pop!" sounds. They sparkled and vanished for a few moments, right at the tent's opening. Of course I was hoping for a huge firework show, but I thought it was kinda cute that I managed to set one off that was more intimate, and appropriate for a reception setting. Then I went nonlucid or woke up, I can't remember.

Could not remember the dream fully, only a bunch of fragments(note: fragments other than the first one and the last one are listed not in chronological order(could not remember it)).

I am playing a bunch of video games with some people, and it looks like i'm viewing games through my viewpoint instead of monitor when i am playing.

There were a game that looked like Super Mario World, or rather, like an editor of it. I was trying to make some sort of simple level consisting of the ground level and the bridge high above it.

There were a game that looked like xcom from the geoscape view, but once 'zoomed in' it was sort of RTS with bases and stuff. I remember one of the missions being defense of the base on the edge of charm with only a few soldiers. Also i had very hard time to figure out how base building from geoscape works for some reason, was restarting the game a few times.

There were a shmup game that looked like it was made with Fraxy, it was slow vertical scroller, there were walls and enemies were exploding into suicide bullets when killed alot. The level looked like inside some sort of space station.

There were a game where i had to control some sort of spy, and it involved hiding from enemies and searching for something. One part involved jumping between rooftops as well(i think it was escape).

There were a game that looked like Heretic, except the weapons were really overpowered and enemies came in really big numbers. I was playing coop with 2 other people. There was one red magical halberd-looking weapon that could annihilate whole ot of enemies when thrown, and could be thrown very quickly. Also there was sort of boss that looked like sectoid from xcom, except that it could fly and it was firing some sort of green triangle-like projectiles. I think i was disappointed how easy it was compared to the level after defeating him.

Now we were done playing games and we are discussing something while sitting around big table, discussion gets heated and one of people jumps onto the table and challenges me to the fist fight, i accept and jump onto the table too. The fist fight starts and i proceed to defeat him pretty quickly. As i win the dream ends.

01-08-2013 -- [Shorter one without much detail, during a nap. If I had other short ones to put it with, would have done it as part of a fragment post (several short dreams in one entry).]

There is some sort of giant troll type of thing (think along the lines of Cliff in the Troll Invasion distraction) that stands 40 or 50 feet tall, and you fight it as a team, and get lots of bonuses in fighting it. Thing is, it will fight anything, and you get some of the points from anything it fights while it is also fighting you, so when we run into a flash mob of goblins, we're trying to lead them up the troll's hillside, so they can distract it and earn us a lot of bonus xp. Very nice.

Bonuses seem to apply to anything going on around this guy, so we're also doing things like skilling in his shadow and hunting penguins or strange rocks, all of it earning extra bonus xp because of him. Creatures of a couple dozen species seem to be attacking him all at the same time, and the xp is just running up at a remarkable rate. Very fun.

Soon, though, things shift drastically, and I find myself standing outside the Anaheim YMCA, telling me to go swimming. It is something like 11 at night, and I expect they are closed, but she is telling me to go inside, anyway. As I am approaching the door, she tosses me something that almost seems to be a cross between a cell phone and a tablet. I grab for it, but miss. It hits the ground, and it doesn't break, thankfully, but it does scatter, so I have to go grabbing for the cell phone, sim card, memory card, and battery and put them all back together.

I go in, and find oddly enough they are open, and end up talking to the lifeguards before swimming. One of them seems to be a teacher I knew from grade school (but not Mr. Adams, who I really had as a teacher, and really did see swimming at the Y one time), and another was a really attractive brunette who I seemed to be leaning against for some reason. Not that I'm going to complain. My body seems to be kind of falling asleep ... right before I wake up.

I woke up in my bed, feeling fresher than ever. As a person with chronic headache, this was the first time since I was little my head hasn't felt heavy. I walked out of my room to the staircase, where the light wasn't turned on. It was either evening or early morning, as it was very dark, but not too dark to hide the silhouettes of my surroundings. As I strolled down the stairs, my head and body was so heavenly light, I felt euphoric. It couldn't be real. Wait a minute.. is it real? Of course it's real.. but something doesn't seem right. No, I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming. I gained lucidity, and took my last step on the staircase. My foot touched the floor, but it wasn't the ruggy floor in the entrance room by the bottom of the stairs my foot touched. It was the tiled stones of a town center somewhere, with a fountain made of stone beside me. I looked to my left, where my old classmate Alexander stood. With frantic hand movements I asked him where the exit was. He didn't understand what I meant, so I explained to him that I was dreaming, anything I would do or change here wouldn't have one single impact on the world, and I wanted to get out where my actions mattered. By this point, my lucidity was gone, but in the dream I still knew I was dreaming. In an understanding tone, he answered that he knows the feeling. We had a long calming conversation about dreams, a much more fluent and personal conversation than the two of us had ever had, before I was back in my bed. I grabbed my phone and was inclined to call Alexander to ask if he could remember the conversation, but I realized he probably doesn't and it might be a bit stupid, which made me feel let down. I then woke up for real, feeling confused over all these false awakenings, and had to make sure I was actually awake this time.

01-09-2013 -- [This one is titled kind of odd because the dream was all over the place, and it would be halfway difficult to come up with a good title for it, but for the sixth or seventh day in a row, somebody has been showing up in my dreams who really has no reason to be there. And since a friend has jokingly theorized that this woman can put herself in other people's dreams, and since she has recently commented on how often others have mentioned dreaming of her, I can't help but start considering her a sort of stalker, placing herself in my dreams.]

Doing a mystery shop at a convenience store over by Universal Studios. Since they don't have a fountain drink area, and since the hot dogs look really mangled, I am being forced to buy coffee, which means this must be a Circle K shop. I am wandering around the store checking on all the things I need to check on, and am amazed by the guy that seems to be buying one of the hot dogs that looks like it has been setting on the rollers for days or even weeks.

The cashier is asking me if I need any help, while I am approaching the coffee counter. I get there right before a pregnant woman, and grab a coffee cup, but it seems to be the last one of any size. It also feels very flimsy, and I am worried it might not be a usable cup, anyway. Since I don't want to hover around the counter, I start to move toward the back of the (very large) store, and stay out of the way for a possible few more cups to be put out.

I find myself far in the back, near a restroom, and decide I'll take the chance to check it for the mystery shop, but right before I walk in, somebody who works there walks in. I figure I'll wait, but am rudely told the restroom is not and will not be available. I seem to remember the same thing happening the last time I was here, and start to argue with them a bit, wondering why these people won't let anybody use the restroom.

I end up walking and talking with a young punk-like black guy and slowly start to learn that this is a huge building, and it has more than one business in it. Toward the back, there is a construction firm, and their bathroom is for their workers. They aren't going to let anybody else use it. This actually makes sense, and knowing what is going on makes me a lot more accepting of it, though I do think they ought to put up some signs or something, so people know they are no longer in the same store.

I thank the guy for his information, telling him I really appreciate his letting me know all this, and he gets very belligerent, asking me if I am mocking him in a way that is very reminiscent of Karl's Otis at the Adventurers Club. He thinks I am making fun of him, but I'm not. He soon leaves, and I find that as we have walked and talked, we exited the building to the East, and are now in a small gift shop a door or two down from the convenience store I was mystery shopping.

The gift shop sells food (perhaps pizza, considering later bits) and a bunch of motivational and educational-style posters. They seem to be about 1/3 grammar, 1/3 humor, 1/3 motivational, and kind of blend into each other so it would be quite easy to buy the wrong one if you weren't careful.

I try to walk the few yards west that ought to take me to the convenience store, but somehow it doesn't seem to be there, and I walk something like a quarter or a half mile until the street dead-ends in front of a freeway. The last little bit I reach, there are a bunch of little kids (mostly girls) that seem to be doing some very weird and spasmodic (but somewhat cute, since they are little kids) dancing to what seems to be Christian parodies.

As I am standing there, I hear a loud chuckle, and a very familiar voice saying something like "It took me forever to learn to ..." whatever it was, doesn't stick in my mind, but I look up at the freeway, to see a car at the side of the road with Anne clearly visible in it. About that time, the car starts to drive away, but not before Anne looks down and sees me standing there. "Great," I think, "She is going to be convinced I am stalking her, now."

I glance down a narrow sort of alleyway, and see a pizza parlor. It seems to be an Al's Pizza (a very small Kissimmee chain with two or three units, though one or two may have closed down), but when I look again, it seems to have changed into a small sort of tent. The whole area is now looking more like a flea market or something, and as I am feeling hungry, I approach it to see about maybe getting a couple of slices. But somebody else pushes in front of me at the last second, and instead of wasting time glaring at him, I walk a little further down, looking at the other booths, before I come back to try and get some pizza.

I am thinking of buying three or four slices, but it seems like they may have just sold the pushy guy their last slices. Anyway, as I am trying to juggle all the stuff I am carrying (I had nothing to carry a moment ago!) I find I already have two pizza boxes and four slices on plates stacked on top of that. I obviously don't need to buy any more pizza. I find myself thinking I might want to reschedule my mystery shop, since I've somehow passed the place, except I have to go back there to get my car, anyway.

Except as I get back to where the street dead-ends by the freeway, my car is sitting right there. And I somehow have two tiny kittens, one black, and one white, climbing on me. They are mine, and I take care of them, but they weren't with me just a moment ago. Since I have these pizza slices just sitting on plates, and these cats all over me, I soon have cat hair on the slices and pizza sauce on the cats. What a mess. I am trying to get all of them in the car.

Almost instantly things change from me trying to get them in the car to driving down the road. Problem is, since they weren't with me originally, I have nothing to carry the cats in, and they are getting into everything. One of them seems to be almost rolling in the pizza slices, and I am paying so much attention to trying to get them out of the mess that I am not watching where I am driving.

When I look up again, I am in a narrow, brick-lined alleyway, very narrow, just a few yards from a short brick wall blocking access to a sort of drainage ditch / Los Angeles riverbed. I am so close to the wall, I don't even bother trying to brake. I crash right through the brick wall, and find my car teetering on the edge of a large 'ramp' of stone steps leading down to the river bed. At this point, I am still thinking if I back up carefully, I might be able to get out of this, drive off, and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But I can't get any traction, and as I continue teetering, I see some rednecks down at the base of this sort of 'stairway' with fishing poles in the 'river', laughing and gesturing for me to come on down. Suddenly the car tilts forward a little more, and I'm bouncing down the stair ramp, the rednecks diving out of the way as I plow through their fishing poles. At least it shut them up. I crash through another wall, and find myself teetering over another ramp, this one steeper, and leading right into the water.

I have no roof anymore, and seem to have very long arms, so I am grabbing stuff from the car, and trying to toss it out to somewhere safe. There are back packs and boxes of stuff, pizza, and the kittens. I try to put the kittens on the ground, but my aim is bad and I seem to toss them into a very shallow fountain. One of them is fine, but the other is right under the tiny waterfall, and though it is very little pressure, the kitten is so small it is drowning, so I need to reach in and fish it out.

About this time, there is a siren, and an ambulance-like vehicle pulls up. It seems help has arrived. There is an older lady with white hair who kind of reminds me of Sarge, a bus driver I once knew, and a younger lady who kinds of looks like Jane from the Britcom Waiting on God, who is wearing what seems to be a cross between a hazmat suit, and one of those protective bubble-type units in a hospital ward. Inside the see-through suit, I can catch glimpses of her partly clad and scarred body, and it kind of seems like her belly has been opened up and stretched, so that she has a sort of external womb, complete with several babies still attached by umbilical cords, sticking out of the backside of her suit. Yuck!

My family received a threat that our house would get bombed. My mother frantically told me to hide in the safe-room under the kitchen counter, where the dishwasher is usually placed. So I did, and it turned out to be a small wooden cupboard. That wasn't going to protect me in any way. I left the house and walked up and down the cornfield road outside our ground, waiting for the house to get blown up. It didn't. After being out of the house for three days, my family moved back in, assuming the threat was bogus.

From a third perspective, I watched from the cornfield road. A perfect circle of Hellfire missiles shot down around our house with my family and I in it. It completely devastated the building, throwing wooden planks, dust and debris toward the center like a tornado.

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Dad

My dad was sitting up in Bed. We was at the end of his life, but when he was able to talk and eat normally.

I told him I'd been wanting to tell him so many things, and now that he was back I could finally tell him.

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Repairing my Truck / Vacation / The Pond

I was with M. S. and we were having a good time. I needed to fix my truck. It needed a red tailgate. I got the job done, but wasn't sure it was good quality so I gave the tailgate away.

Then I came back to get the job done again. I was embarrassed because I was coming back after the job had been done already.

The mechanic cranks up the car. The radio is blasting, so I told him I could turn the radio down if he wanted. He starts to sing the song that was on to let me know that he knows music and doesn't mind loud music just because he's old.

I started talking to Mike about going to someone's sister's beach. I imagined a scene of a nice white beach. I asked someone for a cigarette. They gave me a whole pack. I ran it back to the guy because I didn't need a whole pack.

When I opened it, there was only one cigarette, but I really only saw a bunch of tobacco at the bottom of the box.

Now we are really pressed for time. I ran back to the truck but now it was a boat, and it had sunk into a holding pool where it was parked.

There was a bunch of stuff in the boat. I wanted to bring it up without everything falling out. I tried to crank the boat while it was under water. I pulled the string like a lawn mower to crank it. The guy I was with told me, "No, get one of them" or something, pointing at some monkeys. There were some monkeys that had been trained to do this in some movie. He thought a monkey could do a better job cranking it because they were stronger.

Dream skip

We made it to our destination. I approach the side of a yard where there are bird nests stacked about 5 high, one on top of each other. I saw some of the birds dart into their nest holes.

I approached wanting to see the birds. The lady who owned them came out. I hoped she wouldn't be mad that I was looking / disturbing them.

Dream Skip

Then I was at a pond. There were small looking galaxies in the pond. Then they were 3 different kinds of fish. One was like a leach. I think it was called a Cutter. There was a little round thing, and there was some other type of fish/organism. I wanted to catch them, but they would all bite, so I left them alone.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! No lucid, only a random dream about some random guy.

22.00: Sleep

05.25: Uhm... no?
I'm in my car, Monica's driving and we're on our way home. We've been somewhere out of town and I'm really tired. "You have to drive all the way home babe" I say and lean back to try to fall asleep. She's freaking out because she has no clue how to get home. "Just take a right and you're all good" I say. "It's not that easy!" she exclaims and I have to sit up and guide her. We arrive at a big stone wall with a regular size door in it. It's some sort of gate. I get out and go up to the door and look on the other side, there's a car on the other side and I hold the door up for him. He drives through and thanks me. Monica tries to go through but it's really narrow and she almost scrapes the side of the car.

"Let me do it" I say and she goes into the passenger seat. The guy I just helped holds the door for me and I slowly drive through. I get out of the car. "Thanks man" I say. "No problem, how about you repay me by buying a little snack?" he asks me. I look at where he's pointing and it's a 7/11. "Uhm... alright" I say and we head into the store. "Buy me some snus would you?" he says. "What kind?" I ask. "Any, just make sure it's a ten pack". "Hey, there's no way I'm buying you that many" I say angrily. This guy's a real jerk and I leave him in the store. I head to the car and drive off with Monica. I explain everything that just happened and we arrive at a street that looks foreign.

05.25: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

01-09-2013 -- [Three fragments in the same night, but separate dreams, all involving Harry Potter, and at least two, maybe all three involving Runescape. Disjointed, short, but kind of neat. (And one long, detailed dream between the last two that will be entered separately and doesn't involve the same settings.]

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01-09-2013 -- I'm Harry Potter, and I'm running around hiding from and being chased by a bunch of Death Eaters, as we fire spells back and forth at each other. Soon I have run into some sort of tower, where I go up to the penthouse, which seems to be where I live. There is a kind of a hint of the wizard tower from the recently re-done Runescape quest, which is why I say this dream might possibly have a Runescape connection, but that's the extent of it for this one.

Anyway, I am safe in the penthouse, but Malfoy is still down on the ground, trying to find a way in, and he is starting to annoy me. So I exit the tower and head back outside, where I grab Malfoy in my magic, and start bouncing him around, hitting the ground, then flying a few feet in the air, and hitting the ground again, directing it all with my finger. It's kind of like the ferret scene with Moody in Goblet of Fire, but he's still a boy. Still liked the name for the dream, though.

Eventually I am getting bored, so I swing him about 40 feet in the air, and threaten to just drop him and let him suffer the fall if he doesn't leave me alone and go away. There is something about Tonks, and maybe a hint of romance (or maybe just teasing, not detailed enough to be sure). I go back upstairs to find the penthouse is now swarming with bees, which may not be real bees, but perhaps a large group of bee animagi. The buzzing is bothering me slightly, and I worry of stings since this isn't an uncommon dream situation, but I decide to not worry about it, and trust the wards to take care of them, which is enough faith for them to do so.

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01-09-2013 -- This feels like a continuation of the previous dream, but it is certainly more Runescape centered. Very much a puzzle quest type of thing, and I find myself in a kitchen somewhere baking little tiny plastic beads on some sort of backing (sort of like making those plastic frame sun catchers) in the oven to create runes for this puzzle I am working on. It seems to involve placing runes around a circle, and trying to figure out which runes I'll need to make, and where I will need to place them, whether at 4, 8 and 12 around the circle, or perhaps 3, 6, 9 and 12 or even more.

I'm making a few of these things, including a couple with catsup on them, at the same time I am preparing lunch, so I have to remember and be careful to eat the right things. The runes wouldn't probably taste that good. The penthouse tower of the last dream seems to be gone for the moment, and instead I find myself in the ruins of the old Wizard Tower from the recently redone quests, except it is not underground, but a ruin open to the air. (The new tower has not been built on top of it yet, I guess.)

It is surrounded by ghosts? Spirits? Some sort of non-corporeal monsters of large size (20 to 40 feet tall versions of some of the more normal-size Runescape monsters) which stay on the outskirts of the tower grounds, but slowly wander circles about the place. I probably ought to leave them alone, but instead I seem to be sort of taunting them, and soon they are chasing me into the center of the tour ruin, where a wildly coruscating power beam still rises in the air (the tower transport system in the new wizard tower), and I suddenly realize if they get in that beam, it might possibly start to bring them back into a corporeal state where they could be dangerous. This might have been a bad idea!

I'm trying to lead them back out of the ruins, but not having much luck, until suddenly a sort of non-corporeal, but very powerful, image of Lily suddenly forms in the area, and forces them to flee. Hints of family magic, perhaps related to the fan-fiction story A Marauder's Plan. Anyway, Lily manages to clear them from the area, so I can get back to my quest work.

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01-09-2013 -- I'm in my first bedroom in the Hickory house, though I'm very tiny, and the bedroom is very large. The entirety of the Runescape world is laid out in front of me on the floor, and I am living Runescape in my bedroom. Hints of the above dreams are still around, as well as hints of the Ozan quests in the Desert.

The desert areas seem to be right near the tiny hall section leading to the door ('hall' caused by the closet next to the door) and the floor is covered in sand. There seems to be a cross between the hourglass stations from the Ozan quest and a version of the entrance to the rune alters that seems slightly based on the last dream, above, where I was baking the runes. Approaching the area, there is nothing to really see, until you get close enough. As you walk into the area, a variety of colored runes on the ground start to glow, and a stone circle sort of rises out of the ground. The runes almost look like holographic projections ... very neat.

I can see a sort of tunnel (with a half-escalator kind of feel to it) stretching into the floor of my room, leading into an underground temple, and I head down to see what is there. With the rune alter hints above, you might expect nothing more than an actual alter to approach, but there are all kinds of small 'critters' running around, slightly digital looking. They remind me of video game characters from Wreck-It Ralph. Some of them may need to be destroyed, some of them may need to be made allies, and I really don't have the least clue as to which are which. I soon find myself being approached by Amelia Bones, who wants to know what on Earth I am doing here, and it begins to feel like this underground temple might be in the Department of Mysteries,

I had zombies in my dream and I got bitten, for a moment someone suggested or i thought that i should cut my arm off, the zombie that bit me was on a foot propelled scooter and had a very tiny bite, he was chasing some people around in a room and i was trying to save them, i wasnt sure if I had really caught the contagion.

Some people were trying to rehabilitate the zombies in the beginning, had them in hospital beds, and they were leaving the door open and being careless in some ways, that made me worry. I was trying to sit in a chair in that room with one of the zombies and it kept swerving around i couldnt get it stable, there was a tv i think in front of me, maybe with some sort of commercial, there were drapes to the left of me covering a sliding glass window, it was daylight outside, and there was a kid sobbing with his zombie brother like a love tale of sorts or a rehab miracle had taken place but hadnt really.

I was telling people to shoot me at the right time since i was bitten, and also thought of chaining myself up then i thought about the walking dead game where a particular character does that.

I ended up in a bathroom with a female at some point, i had been given some clothes and a towel, but i lost them due to zombies or something, so i asked her if i could shower there, i laid down with her and she said something sexual, as though i should have intercourse with her since we're two naked opposites laying next to each other, then the towels we were covered in swirled into a long hoop and our bodies kind of dissapeared like we were one in some strange fashion.

Brians parents had bought me so many legos that i had to put them in a bag and felt they were in my way. I had to do laundry, and saw someones pants on top that i liked, they were frayed a bit in front by the crotch but i decided i shouldnt steal them, i was by a laundry machine, i had a ton of laundry upstairs to do.

Most of this dream was in some large hotel type place that had a rectangular spiral staircase with a large opening in the center.

I scared some girls or something when i was laying in the hallway trying to sleep or something of that nature.

I was trying to find kevin but he was evicted out of the hotel place i guess cause he was banging walls and yelling in eileens hotel room or something like that.

An investigator showed me some footage of kevin sitting in a public place on a bench putting his torso on his upper thighs and wrapped in a blanket as though he was sleeping, the investigator expressed his dissatisfaction with him doing so mentioning some law against it, a bystander looked at him with worry or disgust. I think it was a campus.