non-lucid

12/20/2012
3:40am

At work in the maintenance shop talking to other maintenance guys. One of them has dry skin on his face and they are discussing ways to prevent, treat and cure dry skin. The scene shifts and we are on the plant floor which looks a little more like a convention centre than usual. We are following a guy who works for a company that provided us with an air dryer system for our compressors.

We stop in front of the new unit and we all lean in to hear what he is saying. There is lots of ambient noise as usual. He starts going through operation of the machine and basic maintenance. He stresses that we should try to conserve battery life by keeping the volume down on the machine. ..."There has been allot of places that I've visited where the operators had the alarms all the way up and I'm just sick of it."....He continued by saying we should keep it as quiet as someone doing technical work at a nuclear plant (like they needed to concentrate heavily)

I asked how we would be able to hear the machine if we had it so quiet.. My brain must have been thinking about music because I asked if there was an 1/8th inch audio jack....."What??"..."Is there an 1/8th inch audio jack?... Then I thought I spotted one "Oh there it is....wait that is just an ethernet port," I went on to suggjest that they get some sort of wifi / bluetooth thing going on because it would be realy hard to hear the alarm otherwise.

Alice In Wonderland Syndrome [Non-Lucid]

There was a huge storm raging all night long, so the thunder (and my cat meowing) woke me up occasionally. At one point in the early morning I was pretty awake but I didn't really want to get up for Christmas yet, so I rolled over to the side of the bed and ended up smoking a little bit of weed. I closed my eyes and then started drift off again. In the past, smoking weed with a WBTB-ish has led to some very trippy experiences with non-lucid hypnagogia, but never actually into a dream or OBE as of yet. (Though I have had it happen at the beginning of the night.) This was the first time I really got this far, and it was pretty interesting.

At first there are many indistinguishable voices and other noises running through the background of my mind. These would persist throughout the entire experience. Suddenly, I was in what appeared to be a dorm room, and I believe I perceived it as mine. I wasn't totally sure what was happening, but I noticed a TV sitting on the floor. On it, there was some video game room that was sliding and turning in a very smooth and rendered fashion, it had a very unreal feeling to it which matched exactly the patterned effects I get when seeing a room heavily distort and shift perspective on a hallucinogen. I began to feel as though I was having an out-of-body experience, even though I was just watching this on TV (and strangely, this isn't the first time TV sensations have transferred to me in a wake-induced dream), and I could even feel myself going into third-person camera mode and leaving my body even though none of this was visually happening. I looked over and there was someone there, though I can't remember who now, next to a tray of used dishes and champagne glasses, and in the glasses there were bees flying around. This seemed mildly odd to me, and I remember talking to the person but I can't remember what was said. I still felt quite bizarre and I turned around to find that my perception of reality was becoming very distorted. I felt as if I was sinking into the room while it was simultaneously sinking into me, if that makes any sense. I also had Alice in Wonderland syndrome, where size proportions are not correct. I felt extremely big and like I was trapped in this now very tiny room, and the voices still playing through my mind were starting to make me paranoid. I vaguely remember thinking that my parents were going to be coming into the room and that I wouldn't be able to face them like this, or something along those lines. Not long after, the whole thing fell apart. I continued hearing voices momentarily as I was waking up, and then when I returned to full consciousness they finally faded away.

Bizarre stuff. I'm starting to wonder if the weed is pushing the dream into really trippy territory in the same way it would enhance the effects of a hallucinogenic drug. And if that's the case, I definitely have some more experimenting to do....

A subdivision of sorts. There's a race of robots or something that became human, and some turned into animals. some are talking about losing pride for turning into animals, but some think that humans are not any better than animals. There are those who look at the mortal humans as dangerous or something to be wiped out.

The human leader of the particular subdivision is a strong, old woman who gives wise counsel. The robot-turned-humans wanted a place to live in, and was thinking of eliminating the humans there. The wise old woman appeared and suggested they extend the subdivision, so it will benefit all. They will have to restructure, which means a lot of people, including the old woman, will be displaced, but they'll make temporary shelters until the renovations are complete.

I had 2 LD before joining DreamViews.

Last night i was thinking alot about being lucid, tryed to tell to my head that i will have lucid dream tonight and thought about it before going to bed.

I have started doing RC's but it was like 2nd day doing it and it wasn't regular.

But as i know now, it was enought to trigger my LD!

I just tryed to look at watch and somehow i couldn't, then quickly check other watch and it was something unnatural, so i got that shock to my body and light on me ( i don't know if you feel the same then you're starting to be lucid ).

I felt very happy and was so exited!! I mean really exited!! So i almost woke up, i almost felt my body moving in real world and i quickly closed my eyes and said to me "RELAX!!!" and it really got to steady dream I was in my room, i tryed to create objects i closed my eyes and thought about object i opened up my eyes and it wasnt there, tryed a few times and no effect. And i think i just woke up. After i woke up i felt asleep again, but it was normal dream and not lucid...

12/14/2012
11:30pm

I am at a party in a large warehouse and people are dancing. It still a pretty big room but small by comparison. There are disco lights and smoke. There are several groups between me and my girlfriend who I see dancing and having a good time. I am extremely tired and because of the setting I started to feel drunk like I haven't been in a long time. Next to me is a really cute girl dancing and she starts to flirt with me. I'm too tired to participate and besides I have a girlfriend. I lean up against the wall. I close my eyes and start to slide down the wall till I am lying on the floor. I didn't want my girlfriend to see me drunk but still was wishing she would come take care of me.

I fall asleep for a bit. When I wake up the lights are out and everyone had gone to sleep where they were. A giant quilt covered the whole room and only the people along the wall could pop their heads out. Most had paired up but nothing sexy had gone on. I wondered why my girlfriend hadn't laid down next to me. Instead, the flirt was next to me and she was playing with my hair and starting to cuddle up. I was way to tired to move and so I let her do her thing. Our legs were touching when I sat up to see where my girlfriend was. I couldn't see here but thought that she was probably one of the lumps under the quilt about 15' away where she had been dancing.

Still exhausted I plop back down to the floor. The flirt plays with my hair some more and then I hear my girlfriends voice saying something along the lines of "WTF...what is going on here.. you letting her..."...I don't have an explanation. I'm to tired to give an explanation. Being as tired as I was would have worked but I was to tired to even think of that. For those few moments my GF was pissed but then she became totally unconcerned.

Apparently she had been loving the huge climbing wall in the next room and was climbing alone while everyone slept. The flirt and I followed her there as she put on fall protection and a hard hat (like I have at work). The climbing wall covered every wall of this part of the warehouse and extended across the ceiling. There was also metal scaffolding and walkways above the middle of the floor.

I felt concerned that my GF had been climbing without someone to watch her. Trying not to sound too bossy I ask her not to climb by herself because it is dangerous. I say something about needing to go home but GF says that we don't exactly have one of these at home and wants to keep climbing. As the dream fades I see more of what is in the warehouse. There is heavy industrial extrusion dies with eye hooks on them. Climbing rope and chains are run though the eye hooks...............Wake up

Narration
Dream

I was with a group of people who wanted to go out and hunt monsters and other creatures for experience. So I agreed to accompany them. Our group consisted of two young women, maybe about 19-21 years old, and another guy whom I never got a good look at. Only one of the girls had brownish-blonde hair, quite similar to my own. When we exited whatever building I was just in the three people I met began chatting about which class of hunter they wanted to be. Puzzled, I just listened to them for a few seconds. All of a sudden I saw four figures in front of me with words above and below them...one of them looks like me. Then I realize...IT IS ME!!! I'm allowed to choose whether or not I want to carry a sword or shoot arrows with a bow, or if I'd rather hold a staff and cast magic. Weird that this is occurring. So I chose to be an archer, which for some reason upset the girls with the sandy brown hair. She began cursing at me and telling me to give her my bow, but all of a sudden we appeared on a dirt path, and everyone except myself, began attacking these odd figures that I couldn't really make out. So, I tried shooting an arrow, but nothing would work right! I put my left hand on the bow, loaded an arrow, and pulled the string..but then my hand would move through the bow like it wasn't even there. I tried again, and same thing, but upon releasing the string the arrow would shoot, and the bow would return to my left hand!? My arrow didn't go far, but I got the chance to shoot 3 arrows.

Not sure why I even had that dream :/ I don't play many games, and when I do I get bored of them relatively fast. But it kind of seemed like I was in the middle of a thought that wasn't finished. Maybe there's something my sub-conscience is trying to tell me? Or maybe It's about a story I'm writing, and if I don't finish it won't look right and things will act up. I have no idea. I'm open to any thoughts, though.

Dream two:

I was sitting at a table inside a building that kind of resembled a coffee shop, but at the same time looked like a library. Could have a bookstore with a coffee shop in it. I was leaning back in the chair with my knees bent and pressed against the table to keep the chair leaning back. I was on a clean page in my sketchbook and I began the usual drawing process when it comes to how I draw people. I began with a circle, drew a line down the middle, and then drew a couple lines to form the jaw/chin. This time, I noticed that the lines were cleaner than normal, and I liked the feeling I was getting. I heard something in the background like someone was talking to me, maybe a woman or a guy talking to a woman, but I'm not certain. I look up for a split second and then look down at my paper. I've no got the neck and the shoulders drawn for my character, but the head is tilted to the left. I can see faint cylinders on the page for the sections of the arms, but I can't make out the post too well. All I can think about is how much I don't like it, and begin erasing, but the face is untouched by my eraser. I like it too much to erase the basic shapes of this unknown character.

Again, I don't know why I had this dream either. I draw a lot, of course, but I think this is the first time I've had a dream about drawing. Even though this made up piece of artwork was in the very beginning stage of planning I can only remember the face and the basic shapes. Maybe I'll try to redraw it, and see what happens.

Cat Surgery

I walk into the basement to find an unfamiliar young man sitting with some of my parents. He's holding one of our pet cats, while my dad holds the other. [IRL: The other cat died, actually, about a year ago.] The other cat (a white one) gets away from dad, so I go after it. Evidently something is being done to the cats which they don't like, but which is good for them. Eventually I find the white cat and bring it back downstairs.

Now the stranger is sawing off the cat's front paw with a hacksaw. My parents assure me that this is a necessary surgery, since the cats' paws never healed right from that time they fell from a great height. I remember that event; it was somehow my fault. [IRL: No such thing has ever happened.] Despite my parents' assurances, I still think that this operation will probably kill the cats. Which is a real shame, because I think this first cat in particular had a long, eventful life ahead of him, in spite of his limp. The man finishes with the first cat, and we give him the second one.

Later, the first cat jumps up onto the couch next to me. I'm shocked to see that he has both front paws back already, and they don't seem to be paining him at all. Do cats have some kind of regenerative ability?

Manual Roller Coaster

Right up ahead, my sisters and I see the entrance of a big covered slide. We dive right in; I'm last. It's a sort of man-powered roller coaster: the idea is to crawl through as quickly as possible. Visibility isn't so good, so sometimes a sharp curve will take you off guard. Then suddenly I reach a long downward segment that I can just slide straight down. This is a blast! A bit later, I accidentally run into my sisters, who apparently just ran into each other. The youngest one apparently tripped because of an unusually long, sharp turn (something like 720 degrees), and then we all crashed right into her. Still, we extricate ourselves in moments and continue the ride.

At the end of the ride, there are a bunch of computers. You can type in your identification and it will tell you how long it took you to go through the ride, and how you compare to that day's other participants. I got 611th, which I think isn't too bad. Then I talk to my sisters, and it turns out the youngest one got 609th. I hadn't expected her to do better than I did! I'm a bit put out, but good for her anyway.

Exclusive Buffet

I'm eating dinner with some classmates at a big restaurant. We're having an important conversation, when suddenly someone comes out on the stage at one side of the room. The person talking to me has his back to the stage, so I try to shush him so I can hear what the woman on stage has to say. I realize I seem a bit rude, but surely he'll understand. A few other actors come onstage, and they start performing a play.

I have only a moment to feel surprised before a bulky, intimidating man comes up to our table and starts taking away our plates, whether or not we're done with them.

"I'm sorry," he says firmly, "we're closing now unless you're part of the club." He has a bit of an accent.

I remember that this place serves a buffet until 8:00, when the actual fancy dinner starts. You have to pay extra to be part of that, or something. And now it's 8:00, so we have to go. On the way out, some of my classmates snag something from the dessert station at the buffet. That's a little rude of them, since technically we're not allowed to eat anything from here anymore. Good thing I got my dessert earlier. Outside on the sidewalk, I hear some other classmates complaining about not having eaten a full dinner because there was nothing good at the buffet. I'm glad I avoided that problem by eating plenty, even if the food was pretty unremarkable.

First Day of Classes (LUCID)

I get up later than usual and hurry to find breakfast. I pass one of the dormitory suites, where apparently someone has set up a small continental breakfast. Interesting, to see such a business here. I get some food there. Then it's time to find my first class.

A lot of time has passed, so when I go back into the hallway, I see a gigantic line of people coming out of the suite's main entrance. It goes all the way down the hallway and down a staircase. I'm glad I missed the line, but suddenly I realize that so many people in line means these are probably the people who get breakfast immediately before heading to class. So I have very little time to collect my things and find my class. I hurry down the staircase, trying not to jostle the line of people too much.

[about 6 classes later . . .]

My next class is titled something like "Practice Session." My guess would be that that refers to a free slot for me to practice my instrument, but that doesn't make much sense, since I'm not a music major and this is not a conservatory. But in any case, I have to find the classroom, which is called the MUSIC room, appropriately enough. But the name "MUSIC" is actually some kind of alphabetical index of where to find the class. Like, I need to find floor M, then hallway U, etc. I suppose the music department thought they were very clever when they designed this room numbering scheme.

I'm hurrying down a surprisingly dark corridor, feeling rather lost. I think I'm on the right floor, but I can't find "U" anywhere. Suddenly, I come upon a library, where my orchestra conductor is talking to some of her students. Well, it's good to find other live people here, but I don't really want to talk to her right now, so I avoid them. Consulting my class schedule again, I realize that my next class isn't even in the MUSIC room. I've had about three other classes in there today, but this one is somewhere else. That's a relief, until I realize that the room shouldn't just disappear if I don't happen to have a class in it right now. But I don't have time to worry about that; I have to find this other place.

It strikes me that today has been an inauspicious first day of classes. I had been hoping that after last quarter (which was very stressful) I would have learned something about avoiding stress and staying calm--but alas, it seems like I have not. Especially since I seem to remember that I skipped most of one of my classes this morning because I had to finish an essay that was technically due last quarter.

My map has a sort of sticker on it, labeled with the name of the place I'm looking for, but it's way out in the middle of nowhere, and the map doesn't show any route to get there. I'm not convinced that's the right place, so I wander around some more. Then I realize I'm just pretending that it's not the place because it's much farther away than I expected. I should just suck it up and go there, even if it will take a while. Looking at the syllabus for this class (which is a small, staple-bound book with a brown cover), I notice that there's even some advice printed on the back cover: the professor says we should leave for his class within ten seconds of the end of the previous class if we want to make it to his class within ten minutes of the alleged start time. I start walking, but then I realize I'm not carrying a backpack or any school supplies at all. And I have only fifteen minutes until class starts. I might make it on time if I keep walking there, but I'll definitely be late if I go back to my room first. I wish I could just "Accio" my school supplies so they catch up to me while I'm walking. Of course, that's just wishful thinking--

--but then I realize that I'm dreaming! Sweet! Okay, I can fly back to my room, get my stuff, and fly to class, and still be there with time to spare. So I set out to do just that. [On my way to class, I lose lucidity.]

The route to class turns into a dirt hiking trail. I try going straight to the classroom, but the path leads under a giant boulder, and I discover that there's not enough clearance for me to squeeze through. Backing out, I make my way around the boulder instead. There are two young boys jumping around on the rocks, shooting at each other with what I identify as laser guns. One shouts at the other, "Mister, show me your ID card!" Clearly, they're imitating the adults from around here, the security guards that watch the entrance to the secure facility in which my class takes place. Okay, I should try to find the guardhouse so I can gain entrance to the facility. There's a small wooden cabin across the road that looks promising.

Inside the cabin, I find the teacher for my class. In order to pass the gatehouse, every student has to sign a contract. All of the contracts are hand-written (by the professor), and I can't read mine at all--it's totally illegible. But one by one, all of the other students are leaving the gatehouse to go to class, and in desperation I finally just sign the contract.

The classroom seems rather like an art studio. There are a lot of heavy-duty tables spread around the room; some of them are pushed against the wall like booth seats at restaurants. It is at one of these latter tables that the professor is sitting, and he invites the class to gather 'round his table while he explains what we'll do in today's class.

12.24.2012

Merkaba Meditation (Note)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, here's what I think of the Merkaba Meditation so far.

ROYGBIV + 10 more breaths of feeling all lovey dovey spirtuality stuff.

(Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet).

So....I find it weird to do a meditation like this, and last night, barely could sleep, thankfully I finally was able to sleep for a good bit until waking up at a random time and then going back to sleep.

My perception of time was completely nonexistent, which should be a good thing. However, still have to increase the patience more, I was bashing my head with a pillow several times out of anger because I couldn't feel anything.

Counted down 300 breaths, even 100 more breaths, still nothing but knowing my body is relaxing and going to sleep while my impatient mind can't bear with the fact that I can't align myself to the right frequency to astral project.

So my options are to listen to binaural beats sometime later this afternoon so I can get into the frequency. I definitely have the will to meditate for a long period of time, now the question of whether or not I can learn how to shut down my brain (not literally of course) is the next challenge.

I just KNOW I can do this if I just put my mind to it. I've been meditating, or at least meditating for at least 30 minutes to an hour or more daily.

I know progress will come eventually, but I have to push this up a bit with my patience.

Alright now for the dream recall.

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12.24.2012

Lost Childhood Memory? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember sitting down on a chair with a guy to the right of me, and a girl to the left.

The girl to the left was a blonde female.

Oh, well look what we have here.

She resembles someone that I saw in waking life, but I don't have any more information other than that. She's wearing some kind of cool colored shirt, maybe blue or green, and my presumption is leaning me towards the blue color.

Her hair is actually bleached blonde, and she has it tied up into a ponytail. There's a piece of paper or some greeting card where we have to write our names for some odd reason. The paper is a milky red color, and she hands it to me.

I looked down on the paper, and I saw that her name was "Chistine"

It was obviously missing a "R," or maybe it could be that I was too hyped up with glancing at it several times in rapid successions. Or it could just be the assumption of dream text being abnormal and not clear every time I read something.

My dream eyes were honestly disoriented when I tried to process her name, and I accepted it as "Chistine" without a "R" included. For some reason, I don't write my name, but I hand it over to the guy to the right of me, and I see my name is already written.

I take the card back, not using any sort of manners towards the guy and looked at it clearly. It's obvious someone added an extra "S" to my last name. I become irritated by this, and the blonde to the left doesn't directly tell me she wrote it, but it was obvious that she did write it down.

I couldn't do anything but release my anger, because I had somewhat of an attraction to her. She's paying attention to whatever it is we're sitting for while pointing down on the card and asking me,

"It's Stephens right?"

I immediately scratched out the S for my last name that ended up being covered in dark red scratches. I can't remember using a pen, but something definitely happened for it to be covered like that.

I noticed that the seats were all of a generic black color and your basic cheap chairs utilized for a large gathering of sorths, but I don't pay too much attention except relying on my peripheral vision passively acknowledging this.

I noticed the environment is obviously blurry the moment I fixate on the girl, the boy, or the card. They are clearly the most vivid projections of this reality, until things randomly start having more clarity. The atmosphere of the room is a light yellow-orange mist with the lighting and all.

There's an adult who is dark skinned and looks like she's in her 30s. She's wearing a faded black and dark brown mixed animal hide jacket over her black dress. I tried to ask her a question, but then I decided to look around the environment I'm in, and I noticed there are a lot of children reading books.

Some parts feel too familiar, like small bits of childhood memories that were probably repressed so much that it would be improbable to recall them. I saw things like "Accelerated Reader," which was some kind of program with some reward system for reading books and doing well on a test to show proof that you read the book correctly.

But I wasn't paying attention to this for very long, and I started to space out, and that's all I remember for that dream.

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12.24.2012

Someone Fishes an Octopus and Random Gathering (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a random gathering in this weird environment that shifts to an island or an auditorium or something similiar to that. It reminds me of Outset Island from The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker.

It's night time, and I'm near the sands saturated with the water going in and out. I don't recall much on the sound of the ocean, and I doubt I was feeling any kind of "weather."

There's a table with tablecloth that states something about some kind of sale that will go on very soon. Apparently Elysian Shields from Runescape are going to be (and I'm just guessing the price):


i>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and some number value.

That's literally all I can remember, I just remember something being repeated, and definitely there was a lowercase "i" in yellow painted font on top of a green tablecloth layer.

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Dream shifts, I guess, and there's a guy going to fish someone near shallow water. He starts looking around, and he immediately catches an Octopus. And while he's trying to do so, I honestly wish he would've worn a belt for his pants, because the image is really disturbing.

People are saying secretly of how he's exposing his rear end, and I agree with them, but just inside my mind. Then he starts fishing other stuff.

I can't remember what happens next for that one.

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I realized this is all being experienced in the auditorium now. The walls are white, the lighting is the generic white color, and the carpet is gray. There someone who is talking about something everyone can attend, but most people shrug it off and decide to leave.

I jump in the bandwagon and left as well, I honestly didn't think it would be interesting in the first place.

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12.24.2012

Bus Farting (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember random things happening in the bus, and it was awkward. I remember a girl that looked like Diana that I only met on Facebook as a friend. She decided to sit at the seat behind me, and I felt awkward.

12-03-2012 -- [Hope this works out. This was a very long, interesting dream, and I made very short, abbreviated notes on it, and am almost a month late in entering it in, so depending on how well the memory works, a lot of this could be missing. Sigh.]

I'm on Hickory, just a house away from the end of the block, down by Crescent, and find Cheryl there, ranting and raving and yelling at her kids. They are piling into her van to drive somewhere, and I sure don't want to get in any sort of fight, so I just walk down the block to my house.

About the time I get there, things change and shift, and I am outside a gas station, doing a mystery shop. Basic stuff, no big deal, but soon I find things have shifted again, and I am inside the Buena Park Mall. At this point I can't remember what was happening earlier in this part of the dream, but I know there were some Harry Potter characters around, and possibly some strange magical critters.

There are people (probably evil wizards) following me, and little bits of chasing through the mall, where I find myself doing a little bit of flying, but the ceiling is too low to get enough height to really stay out of the way. So I can't get away entirely, but it adds a little more dimension to the chase. I soon find myself in the Video Concepts store, right near May Company.

The evil wizards have been gathering, and there are more and more of them. We have to try and get out of the place, but how to get away when there are so many of them watching for us? Luna is here, and I am trying to get her free, too. And Patches, one of my landlord's dogs, is also running around. Part of the time, Luna Lovegood may even be turning into Lois Lane, though I am not sure.

Turns out there is a half-hidden secret exit to the place which leads into the multi-story hotel which now exists at the Buena Park Mall, and we fake toward one of the front doors, then dash to the hidden exit, which may be a sort of elevator. It leads up several floors to a hotel corridor, and we walk a few rooms down, and enter a room where Batman is waiting for us. There is a little bit of planning and making arrangements, then we crawl out through the window, out onto the penthouse roof, where we quickly find ourselves being chased again.

Somehow from the roof we are going up or down an escalator to a valet parking area (yeah, on the penthouse roof. I know it doesn't make much sense.) I have a note about some sort of escalator gag which was tremendously humorous and funny at the time, and may have involved Batman trying to hold a kid who disappeared, and me getting accidentally kissed by a beautiful woman. It was a really great gag, unfortunately now I can't remember how it went. I hate myself for not getting this entered earlier.

Anyway, Batman is getting the Batmobile, while I am flying, and somebody is rolling around on roller skates. There is something about a Siamese twin, except it is Siamese twin Siamese cats, with a loud, obnoxious howl. Batman comes driving up in the car, and I just fly above it as he drives away from the hotel.

[This would have been so much better if I had managed to get to it promptly!]

12-06-2012 -- Don't know how I got there, but I am driving up the little road right alongside the shops at the Buena Park Mall, in a passenger van, though I think I am the only one in it. I think it is a Mears van, and I took it over right in the middle of a shift, at the mall. The van was in bad shape, a lot of damage to the interior, a broken glove compartment, and oddly enough, the previous driver's purse was still sitting there near the driver's window.

As I am driving along, I am amazed at all the idiots who will dart right out in front of a big van with no concern for their health, and others who will just stand there in the road, and not get out of the way. Since the brakes are the usual soft and weak brakes from my dreams, this really isn't a good thing. Some idiot has left his bike parked right in the middle of the lane, and as the brakes aren't working well, I plow right into it, though I don't run it over so much as just push it in front of me.

I manage to stop the van, and grab the bike. I put it at the side of the road, standing it on its kickstand, then start driving again. Suddenly, *BUMP* ... did I hit someone? No, thankfully it is just a bump in the pavement. I keep driving up the little traffic lane, alongside Sears, and on up to Stanton. As I approach the road, I try to stop, but the brakes just don't do it, and I shoot right into the road. Thankfully nothing is near enough to cause trouble. Since stopping isn't working, I try to spin the wheel and maybe head back the way I came, but I soon find myself right in the center of the road, almost on the divider, facing the wrong way.

I decide this just isn't safe. I turn around and start to head toward Orangethorpe on Stanton, and just before I reach the 91 freeway, I reach the Mears yard and turn in. I manage to park without too much trouble, thankfully. I'm now in a parking lot in front of the M1 building, which is further from the street than it is in real life, and as I walk toward the building I see some young sheep dogs in the parking lot. I head in the building, and end up speaking to the shuttle supervisor, who seems to be modeled on the guy who tried to shut down the GhostBusters in the movie, except the guy's hair is a dark brown rather than a light brown or dark blond from the movie.

I am expecting the guy to be a jerk, but he's actually quite nice, and isn't trying to blame me for being given a bad van or anything. He's telling me to drive around to the shop and swap out the van. As I am about to head out the door, I feel my face and realize I haven't shaved in days, and I'm looking rather ragged. I try and apologize, but he waves it off like it is nothing.

I make it out to the parking lot, but I am having a lot of trouble finding the van. Almost everybody has left, and it is now mostly vans parked here, so I am having problems finding the right one. A lady supervisor comes out to talk to me, and again I am expecting her to be mean, but she is really nice. She tells me they don't want me to drive the van if it has no brakes, and they will move it to the shop. She gives me a new set of keys and directs me to another van, which seems to be a more normal style (the last one was closer to one of the old Mears handicapped vans).

There are a couple of minor issues with it ... the seat is really far forward and tilted sharply, and I have to adjust it to fit. By this point I have a full-on Santa-style beard, and am only wearing a t-shirt, but she brushes it off as if it were nothing! Man, I guess things have really changed around here! By this point, we are on Gore in Florida (where the company is really located), and the sheep dogs are running through the area again.

The female super asks me if I would like to take on two runs, and I agree. I think one of them is going to Tampa, and the other is taking some elderly passengers to Leisure World (a retirement community located in Seal Beach, in CA). Somewhere in the back of my mind, I am thinking runs to both Florida and CA in the same day might be difficult, but I am so happy to have work, and that they are being so easy-going about the horrid beard and the lack of uniform, I'm not going to make waves.

I drive the new van out of the parking lot, and head toward the I-4 on-ramp, but I find the police are blocking off the intersection at Gore and Division, and traffic is really backing up badly. I want to avoid both problems and delays, so I swing into the gas station on the corner [there is no gas station there] to turn around, and start back the other way.

12-11-2012 (or so) -- I am at a hotel, somewhere, and am riding up and down various escalators. There are some thugs who are after me, and I see them a few yards away on another escalator. They see me, too, and start to try running down the escalator to chase me. So I kind of slide down like you might on the divider between escalators, except I am kind of hovering over the step portion, sliding down, instead. The thugs really have to hurry to have even a chance of keeping up.

So I reach the ground and start running, hoping to get away while the thugs are still trying to get off the escalator, but they are soon on my tail again. It feels like they are from a TV show, but I just can't manage to remember which one. They manage to catch up with me after a bit, and I have to fight with them. I am holding my own, but there is no clear winner or loser. There is another person being attacked, and it is Peter Petrelli from Heroes, but he doesn't seem to have any sort of powers.

I break away and run off somewhere where I can grab somebody's computer to try and look these guys up on a show guide, and find out who they are. I am thinking they are from a TV show where the title is a girl's name, but I am convince I am wrong ... turns out I have it exactly right, though. (Can't remember what the name of the show would be, however.)

Soon I am on the run again, and there is lots of running, chasing, and bad stunt car driving. It is quite a significant chase, but I eventually end up out in the middle of nowhere, in a deserted area where one of the good guys seems to almost be building a baseball stadium. (Shades of Field of Dreams!) I think it is Dave D. He seems to kind of be recreating a team that went bankrupt a few years ago or something, and he's asked for my help. I don't think I can play very well, but maybe helping more on the managing aspect?

There's a referee who is really badgering me about a backstop that is missing the wire mesh to contain pop flies, and we are trying to explain to him that the mesh will be in place by game time, and there is no reason we shouldn't be able to practice, in the meantime. After that, Dave is sending me to a locked restroom, where I am supposed to control a very, very drunk past star who may very well make or break the team.

I am supposed to get him interested in playing again, in uniform, and on the ball field, while he is far more interested in finding more to drink, womanizing, and possibly avoiding aliens that I think are trying to kidnap him, though unfortunately I didn't remember to note anything about that part. Very strange!

12-24-2012 -- [Very cool dream, but a lot of running through passageways chasing stuff in a way that there aren't as many details to post as one might like. So a long, great dream that might not make as great a long dream post.]

Starts as almost a kind of live video game, where I seem to be wandering through a park-like area with a bunch of people I know (not friends, not enemies, just acquaintances). There are enough trees that there is a slight wooded feel, but nothing like forest. There are lots of colorful things flying around. The closest I can come is kind of a cross from a snitch from Harry Potter and Impetuous Implings from Runescape. These things come in a variety of bright colors, and look like the little flying imps, but they almost vanish from sight, move 'wicked fast' and make the slight tinging sound of a snitch in the HP movies.

Anyway, we're grabbing for these things, and they're dodging us. There are almost sort of paths through the woods, and I am taking a path further south, while many others are taking paths that are more north, except one other person that is following me south. It is sort of like a competition, and each of us is trying to be the one to grab more of the things. It is slightly messy and gross because we swat them and splat them, and get bits of bug guts all over our hands, but it is certainly kind of fun.

In another comparison to Runescape, the dream seems to slightly merge in strange rocks, as I think there are 15 varieties, and we have to catch two of each of them. But as we keep moving further west on the south path, the wood is soon morphing into a set of hallways in a large building, with hints of a layout kind of like a school, with rows of classrooms separated by narrow hallways, except the entire thing is completely enclosed. There are also hints of many of my old dreams that involve chasing through or hiding in a building, with hints of laboratory to it.

There's lots of running around, chasing these little things, jumping, diving, and generally doing all kinds of stunts to manage to grab each one before the other person does, and it is long, and very fun, but not detailed enough to write about, on a moment-by-moment basis. But it took a while, and was a lot of fun.

Slowly things continue to morph, until the building is becoming more a giant department store, with us running through different departments, and dodging between tall aisles of shelving and clothing racks and the like, again, similar to many chase dreams I've had in like settings, but fun. About this time, there is the first hint of personal flight, though it isn't too big of a deal, and doesn't claim too much of my attention, yet.

We've been moving more toward the east end of the store, but now we turn around, and are heading more west again. The competition is getting less and less friendly, and there is more and more slight hints of me being chased, rather than imps, but it still is fairly friendly. The store aisles are turning more into warehouse aisles, with racks of pallets stretching higher and higher, and the people chasing me becoming more and more military, as the dream begins to feel more and more like a specific warehouse dream I had lately that I will have to track down and try to link to. About this time I think I also run into a large fire-breathing (but flightless) dragon, which I have to dodge around.

So I am heading back to the west side of the warehouse again, and they seem to be closing it down for the day, as all the lights are off, and it is getting more and more dark. They are still running forklifts, however, and they have lights on them so they can see where they are going, as they approach the trucks for unloading.

At this point, I hear Abby Sciuto (from NCIS) calling out to me, and she is kind of hitching a ride on me, somehow half climbing on me, half just attaching herself to me. She thinks I have a forklift, and in the darkness, doesn't realize I'm just kind of half-flying, half-hovering around. But she is calling out to Gibbs and laughing and enjoying herself as I quickly swing through the area and around all the others, before heading back on the path toward the East, lighted end of the warehouse again.

As I reach the other side, I find myself kind of face to face with what seems to be Captain Hook, and he is threatening me. I say something back, which outrages and threatens him, and I am almost sure it is a movie quote, though I can't remember what it was. But anyway, he is challenging me to a fight which will involve flying and sword fighting (very Peter Pan), but it seems to be kind of a play, because he is climbing into a theatrical sort of flight harness, and they are bringing one over in my direction, as well. Need I say they are very shocked when I don't bother waiting, and just begin to fly on my own.

But the dream adapts quickly, and they are still bringing the harness to me, but it is quickly turning into more of a chain, and they are trying to chain me down, or perhaps chain me to the Captain Hook character, who is growing taller and taller by the moment, and is turning into more of a Galactus type of figure. I am dodging the guy with the harness, having my usual problem of him managing to just barely stay in reach, making it difficult to get away.

I finally do manage to break free, and since the Galactus character is now big enough that I have no chance of facing him head-on, I fly back into the warehouse to try and hide from him. Except the building has now turned into a fancy looking office building lined in nice red slate-like tiles, and I am dodging behind pillars and through large bathrooms, trying to gain distance and escape deeper in the building.

I suddenly have a premonition, and know what he's going to do, just before he does it, so I am not terribly shocked when he rips the entire building out of the ground and starts to twist it this way and that, and shake it, so he can manage to shake me out onto the ground where he can stomp on me.

[I know the last part sounds horrible, but the whole thing was neat, and a heck of a lot of fun!]

Having It and Giving It Up

I was with a beautiful girl. She may have been J. M., my high school heart throb, though she looked a little different.

I was sucking the side of her breast and rubbing her stomach. It was heavenly. Her breast was salty. This was OK in my dream, and tasting is generally good in a dream for me.

I asked if she wanted me to stop and she said yes, so I stopped. I was sad...obviously.

An alarm then went off and a DC turned it off for me. I was grateful.


Leaving My Brother

My brother was on a motorcycle with my boy as a passenger, and I was riding on the back the way kids ride bicycles--standing on to pegs sticking out from the back wheels. It was extremely awkward and I told my brother I was just going to walk the rest of the way. I had only a tinge of distaste for him.

Everyone started walking at this point. We ended up in Downtown. It was all cement and didn't seem clean. It was dark as though we were under a walkway or something.

We started walking down a hill of cement and I saw my cat. I/we were letting her go there but I wasn't happy about it. At the street, buses were stopping and pulling away. I saw a tour bus pull out right next to an old style Marta bus. The noise was awful and a bit odd. I wanted to record the bus noises and use it in some music or something.

We then started trying to find exactly how to get where we were going. We never really did figure it out, and searching was a bit uncomfortable.

I know i had more dreams then one, but i remember only one...

I was at sportshall and i was playing futsal with my friend and other people i don't know.

There was strange scoreboard, and every player had a buttons in hands i could simple just increase the score...

Was kinda weird.

Cross-Dressing

A guest on a talk show demonstrates his attempt to dress like a woman. Then there's a video clip showing him in the outfit that the show's hosts create in order to teach him how to do it better. The outfit is red and black with bows in various places. I'm impressed. It makes a distinct statement while also seeming to suit the man quite well.

Group Project

We're working on our project (which is due soon) when suddenly we get assigned a new group member. That's really unfair. We have to add a new section on "Charm" (as in charisma) in order for there to be enough substance in the presentation to accommodate a new member. The rest of the group votes that I should work on this section, and it's clear that they mean this to be derogatory (by implying that my personality needs a lot of work). We sit in hostile silence for a few minutes. I decide to give them the silent treatment and work on my own for the rest of the project.

Saruman

I'm working with some friends on a level in a game. In a room near my character, a wizard starts leading a ritual which we cannot allow to be completed. We try to run amid the gathered orcs and kill things, but there are just so many of them! I score a lot of hits, but I can't see the health bars, so I don't know how much more work will be required. And I'm not focusing on just one target at a time, either: I'm just running in circles and loops, slashing at everything that I pass. I pass the wizard and take a swipe at him, but then I get a better look at his face. It's Saruman. I feel scared, now--I'm not prepared to face him.

Slightly Daring

I'm sitting in someone's lap. Feeling a bit daring, I squirm around a bit, ostensibly in order to get more comfortable.

Climbing

It's the beginning of the last level of a game. I have to climb up a rocky slope on a mountainside.