non-lucid

I remember this dream being much longer, but I was too tired to write it down and fell back asleep. This is all I remember from it:

There was a long line of what seemed to be stuffed animals, mainly smaller ones such as squirrels and racoons. My friend behind me handed me a stick with some strange white, silvery, bag type thing that looked like a pouch of some sort. He told me to hold on to his spider. I was like "OK" and just took it and sat there.

I know there was more but I can't seem to remember it. Maybe it could've given some context for this

Me vs. the Nazis

I am at my grandparents' house. I find out that my grandmother works for the Nazis, and is part of a top secret plan. She lets me in on it, because she thinks that I am going to be a part of it. But I have no intention of being a Nazi. I decide to escape, so I make an excuse to leave the room. My granparents have a refrigerator in the garage, so I think perhaps if I go out that way my grandmother won't know I'm leaving. But they have a burglar alarm system that makes a noise to let people in the house know if someone is opening a door. So when I open the door to go outside, I know that she will know where I am going.

I quickly open the door, running to my car before she can catch up to me. I pull out my keys, and start the car as fast as I can. I know that if she didn't catch on before, she will now that she hears tha car start. As I back my car out of its parking place, I can see my grandmothers car being backed out of the garage. She blocks my way as I try to back into another area to turn around, so I push the car into drive and try speeding away. She quickly pulls her car in front of me, and my heart races as I try to find a way out. The excitement wakes me up.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was definitely a LONG dream. And it consisted of more famous people than I'm used to...which is saying something, because they're pretty much all I ever dream about.

I'm at a ski resort with two characters from How I Met Your Mother, Marshall (Jason Segel) and Lily (Alyson Hannigan). We're all there to go snowboarding. We all push off from the top of the hill and start boarding down, but not in the proper way. At least, I wasn't. I was sitting down on my snowboard and sliding down like I was sledding. But it was fun, and we kept shouting out "WEEEEEEEE!"

I kept getting stuck on piles of snow or something, but eventually all three of us made it to the bottom of the hill. There, we met a business-looking man who was trying to advertise new ski slopes to us. He had a model of the Black Pearl, the pirate ship from Pirates of the Caribbean. Apparently there was a new slope modeled to look like the boat, and of course I got really excited, exclaiming, "Oh my God, that is my favorite movie. We have to try this thing!"

So, somehow, I'm standing in a line waiting to get inside to this ski slope at the top of the hill again. Marshall and Lily are gone, and instead a bunch of people from my school are in line with me. Everyone has these plastic cards that have about 50 cents on each of them, and you cash them in to get your ticket and go inside. I only have five cards in my pocket, and when it's my turn, I give them to the old man who's running the register.

He says, "Sorry, I'm gonna need about 40 more of these." But when I check my pockets, all I can find is plastic wrappers and other random junk. I say, "Can I go back and get more?" and he says, "Alright, but only this once. I'm not gonna let this happen again."

I thank him and run off, not sure of where I'm going, exactly. Finally, I make it inside a nearby building, which turns out to be my school. There are a few students I recognize walking around, but I ignore them. I take out my cellphone and call my mom, to tell her that I don't have enough cards to get into the ski resort and that I don't know what to do. She doesn't answer, and, annoyed, I leave a message.

I remember catching a glimpse of my reflection in some sort of mirror. I was wearing a thin white sweater, black pants, and my hair was in a ponytail. Definitely not proper snowboarding attire, that's for sure.

Anyways, somehow I come to the decision that I'm just gonna leave and go home, ditching the whole snowboarding thing. I start walking in random directions. I cut through classrooms, which are apparently all connected by doorways. Finally, after walking for a long time, I come to this little library thing and see and open window leading outside. I start climbing through it, but some lady (who I guess was a teacher) stops me. She asks me some sort of history question. I think about the answer for a minute, but I don't know it. So I shrug and say, "I don't know. I'm not in this class."

Then she says, "Oh! Well, second hour tomorrow, then!" I feel like it's useless to try and keep explaining to her that I'm not in her class, so I just laugh and keep walking away. The walk is extremely short, and I suddenly find myself hopping over a fence and in my backyard. I look into my neighbor's driveway and see my cat. He's fighting a squirrel. Apparently, this is normal, so I keep walking towards my house. Suddenly, though, the squirrel heads for me, and tries to attack me. One of his claws gets stuck in the back of my sweater (which is now red) and he starts pulling me back.

That was one strong squirrel. He keeps pulling and pulling and he's winning. I shout out for help, when, suddenly, I realize that none of this makes sense at all.

I become lucid. I instantly relax, knowing that I can't get hurt, and the squirrel lets go and runs away.

I wake up. Or, so I think. With my eyes still closed, I know I'm still dreaming. However, I'm afraid that if I open them, I'll actually wake up. I perform a reality check. Okay, I'm dreaming. I need to open my eyes, so I do. I'm in my mom's bed, which sort of makes this a partial false awakening, because that's not where I fell asleep. Thankfully, I haven't woken up in real life.

Now I feel like achieving a personal lucid goal of mine--flying. I stand up and walk to the edge of my mom's bed, crouched down, and got ready to jump off. Suddenly, the song "You Can Fly!" from Peter Pan started playing. I pictured how Wendy just started easily flying around her bedroom with the help of Peter Pan, and while I didn't have pixie dust, I did have faith and trust. So I jumped off the bed, and to my surprise, I was flying!

I started floating around and flapping my arms like a bird before I flew into my living room. I saw my mom sitting on the couch, texting. "Look," I said, "I can fly!"

She looks up at me and smiles a little, before going back to her phone. What? Why isn't she more excited? I'm flying, after all.

"No, look! I'm actually flying!" I say, and start flying in circles right below the ceiling. She says something along the lines of "That's great," and goes back to her phone again. Whatever.

The dream switches, and I'm not lucid anymore. Aww. I'm standing in what I guess is supposed to be my dad's basement, even though it looks nothing like it. A bunch of people are down there, including Justin Timberlake. I don't know. So, anyways, the basement is designed to look like a rainforest, complete with plants, rain, and animals. Lots and lots of animals, mostly birds. I decide that our basement is so cool, that I just have to take some pictures.

I walk over to one little section of plants that has a bunch of birds. The birds are all very pretty and colorful, and they seem to be posing for the camera. There's one bird, however, that just gives me the creeps. It can't fly, it just walks around. It's fat and grey and has a reddish pink bill. It starts fluffing up it's feathers in a threatening way when I start taking pictures, so I start to walk away. Unfortunately, it follows me.

Scratch that, chases me.

Everyone starts laughing at me (including Justin Timberlake, the bastard) as I try to outrun this freaky bird. I pick up a big white blanket which is just sitting around and hold it up in front of me so that the bird can't hurt me, but it starts pecking at my feet, which the blanket isn't protecting. Now I'm freaking out, but my dad is standing there, teasing me about the whole situation. I throw the blanket aside and run up the stairs, finally escaping the bird.

I remember another dream, even if it was only a fragment. There is something about a school bus carrying kids back from a sleep-away camp. My friend A is in my dining room, on some boxy, ancient looking computer. She's on the camp's website because she just got back from the camp, and she's telling me everything that happened. There are profiles for each camp counselor, and A clicks on the one for hers. Turns out, her counselor was no other than Karen Gillan.

"No way," I say, "she was your camp counselor?!"

A is confused. She doesn't know why it's such a big deal. She doesn't seem to know that Karen Gillan is a famous actress.

I'm in a different dream now. I'm in the ocean, although it's very shallow. The water is blue and crystal clear. I have a bucket full of shark fins, and they're covered in butter and stuffed with vegetables. We're going to feed them to...the sharks.

I'm with Matt Smith and Emma Stone. Matt is teaching both Emma and I how to properly feed the sharks, which have now started swarming around us. The sharks are very strange looking. The have pointy noses that are encrusted with weird, tribal-looking designs. They have yellow eyes. And they're big, about as big as a grown man. They seem friendly enough, though, so they don't freak me out too badly.

We start throwing the fins at them, and they gobble them up. That's when Matt decides to tell us, "Oh, and this is illegal, you know."

"What?" I say, "Illegal?!"

"Well, yes. I mean, these are shark fins. And we're feeding them to sharks. That's cannibalism. And that's illegal," he responds, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," I say, "Okay." We continue feeding the sharks. Suddenly, though, the sharks all start swimming towards us at an alarming pace. Matt Smith has transformed into Ashton Kutcher, and I know Emma Stone changed to someone else, too, but I don't remember who.

The sharks all turn so that they're swimming vertically, heads above the surface of the water. The ocean has turned into a giant pool, with rather murky water. The sharks press me, Ashton Kutcher, and the mystery person up against the wall of the pool so we couldn't move.

"ASHTON!" I shout. I'm freaking out. I look around, and we're surrounded by the freaky sharks.

"Stop! Don't worry! This is...this is just what the sharks do. It's their ritual. They think we're one of them! It's okay!" he says. But I know it's not okay.

But I don't care. Somehow, I manage to pull myself out of the edge of the pool, and Ashton and the other person follows me. We feel relieved that we escaped from the sharks, but as I turn around, I see one shark has followed us. It's standing on it's fins, walking like a person, and...smiling at us, in a rather creepy manner.

I scream, grab a buttered shark fin out of the bucket, and hold it up in front of my face, hoping it would act as some sort of a peace offering to the shark. I guess I'll never know, though, because I woke up.

This was a very long dream, and a rather hilarious one, at that. Most of it was non-lucid, but the during the small lucid part, I flew, which was a personal goal of mine. Yay!

November 25, 2011

This is the first in a long series of entries that I am transferring from my written DJ to this one. This deals with yet another encounter I had with Jaggers', and is the only one I've had since then.

I was at my house, sitting on my front porch, when three of my cross-country friends, Mike, Will, and Parker, came jogging up to me. They wanted to know if I wanted to go on a run with them, and I agreed. This next part was sort of hazy, but I remembered going a far distance.

Eventually, we came to Bruno Lane, a narrow side street that I haven't actually been down myself. We turned down that way, and it turned out that it was more of a trail than a street. There were some tire tracks that showed that cars did, indeed, use it. There were lots of branches in the way, and I had to keep pushing them out of my face. There was a small footbridge that crossed over a thin creek, and the ground was all saturated, as if it had just rained.

When we got towards the end of the trail, Will climbed up onto a pile of dirt. Parker walked off the trail and down a slope to a little pond, where he proceeded to start singing "We Are Family," while Mike beat boxed to the tune.

I turned around, and saw a group of girls riding horses down the path. I recognized my friend Sara, who I haven't seen for a while, as one of them. She was talking on one of those Bluetooth earphones to so sone who was supposedly her supervisor.
"Hey," I said, trying to get her attention.
"Oh, hi Ben!" she responded. "Are you on a run for cross-country?"
"Yeah," I answered. "We were just about to get going." I motioned to the others, and they came back.
"Well, I'll see you around," she said.
We waved to each other, and the group of riders headed off.

Mike, Will, Parker, and I kept running, and just as we stepped out of the woods, a familiar face appeared: Jaggers.

"Hello again," he said with a malicious glint in his eye. "Don't worry. I've changed my evil ways. You have nothing to worry about."

My friends didn't seem to think so. After being turned into animals by him before, they weren't going to take a second chance. They fled as fast as their legs could take them. Jaggers facepalmed.

Just then, a woman dressed in a black gown came out of the trail. She engaged Jaggers in an argument of some sort, although I can't remember what they said. After a few minutes, they stopped, and began to make out. Then, she dipped her hand in a nearby puddle, and transformed into a mermaid! I was shocked, but Jaggers told us to get in his car. It was a VW Bug, so there wasn't a lot of room. The mermaid's tail kept hitting my face, and it became quite a nuisance.

When we pulled up to Jaggers' mansion, he was shocked to find that it had become a giant gingerbread house.
"Whose idea of a prank is this?!" he cried.

We all went in, and Jaggers began a conversation with the mermaid. While they were talking, I went out to the back porch, and tore off a couple of gumdrops. I popped them in my mouth, and they were quite chewy, but very bland.

The mermaid asked me to come help her out on the front lawn. I found her with some bronze pieces of armor, which she asked me to help her put on. I pulled it up onto her tail, but she immediately began to scream, and her flesh smoked. I pulled it off right away. She said something about it being poisoned by some sort of dark beast, but the dream began to fade.

Analysis: I'm not entirely sure here. Sara does ride horses, and Will is a showoff, and would certainly run up not top of something, but Parker doesn't sing, and Mike doesn't beatbox. The mermaid, I'm not sure about either, even though it's one of my dream signs. Jaggers as well. And cross-country. I'm surprised that even though all three of my major dream signs were there, I still didn't become lucid.

Category: Non-Lucid

Lucidity: 1/10
Clarity: 8/10
Length: 9/10
Enjoyment: 6/10
Overall: 6/10

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a random dream last night, only remember bits and pieces of it now though.

22.30: Sleep

05.30: Dream
*I'm in a school, I see my brother and we greet. After a while we meet again. "Man you're everywhere!" he says to me. "Come on follow me." We head out the school and enter a car. Martin starts explaining how he tricked our uncle, he bought some weed from him. We end up in a parking lot and I get to drive this huge black pickup truck. I hit the gas and the car's fron wheels starts to go up. I have to be careful not to crash.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! This is how many dreams and lucids I had 2011. This is only for me to be able to count easily in the future.

Dreams: 594
Lucids: 91

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was in my school and my music teacher gave me a strange sort of Kinder Egg, only as a bar with a hazelnut goo inside. We all took one and went off. I saw another boy from my year and followed his group down into the hall, but I fell and woke up.

I had a few other dreams too but I forgot them.

DJ Log: January 2, 2012 – 12:30PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am sitting on a couch with a guy who is eating an orange in an odd fashion. He is sticking the orange full of pins, and then he is squeezing the orange into his mouth.

DJ Log: January 1, 2012 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am leading a guy through an old tree house. We enter the main room, then go to the back and find a small passage way which leads into a hallway. The opening is very small, but we are able to crawl through. We walk to the end of the hall and find another small opening leading into another room. Again, we get down on the floor and crawl through the small opening.

This room is not geometrically correct at all. There is not a square corner and none of the walls are parallel. The floor is quite out of level and is a bit difficult to walk on. The design resembles one of those fun houses at an amusement park. On the other end of this room is a small door which leads into a dark space. I open the door and climb through into the darkness. Before I can gather my bearings, I realize that I am falling.

DJ Log: December 31, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking through a wooded area with a group of ~10 guys. There is an older guy leading us through some rugged trails. We approach a very small stone building with a low roof and a small doorway that is about 18” square. The room is about 8' x 8' and the ceiling is much lower in the middle than around the edges, being about 3' at the tallest point. We all sit along the wall and put out legs toward the center of the room. The leader opens a book and reads in a foreign language. As he reads, the room slowly shrinks until we are all nearly sitting on top of each other.

DJ Log: December 31, 2011 – 3:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am parked along the road in a junky Saturn car, cleaning trash off the dash and floor. I stuff a bunch of trash into a couple of plastic shopping bags, then I open the glove box to find that there is a pile of chicken wings in the middle with BBQ and honey mustard dumped in along the sides. Becoming a bit grossed out, I pull out the whole glove box and throw it out along the road. I start the car and back it along the grassy area off the ride of the road. I find a dirt bridge over the large ditch that I can cross and turn around on.

DJ Log: December 30, 2011 – 8:45AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking around with a realtor, checking out a house to potentially buy. The front entry room is quite large. There are two couches along the back wall and a large attached kitchen to the left. The is a really large refrigerator in the kitchen which has a red door on it. We walk through the hallway and pass a bedroom and bathroom, then walk out the back door.

Outside is a huge cement patio with a couple of trees in the back yard. We walk around and go in the basement door. The front half of the basement is finished into 2 bedrooms and a rec room. The back half of the basement is unfinished. There is a roll-up door on both ends and the floor is mostly gravel and broken concrete.

I only remember small fragments of this dream!

Basically I want to go to the movies with my friends, but throughout the dream things keep haulting our progress to get my goal done. And I never accomplish it either...
I remember this guy was trying to shock we to death at one point, and we got popcorn a few minutes later but still couldn't get into the movies...

02.01.2012

1/2/12 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1:

I'm inside of a Middle School,and it looks a lot like Thornton Middle School. I'm heading towards the cafeteria, and I see a lot of DCs. I was a bit shy at first because of so many people at once.

I was looking for a seat, but it was hard finding one since so many people were concealing the vacant ones. I saw a DC standing near the stage (the cafeteria in Thornton Middle School had a stage for Theater arts too) who looked similar to the Assistant Principal I had in Thornton Middle School. (I can't recall his real name, but apparently he used to be a Science teacher that was really good at teaching before he became an Assistant Principal).

(This isn't the exact stage, it was a little wider, but it's close enough)


I find a vacant seat, and it even looks like it's just for me. The location of it is similar to the seat I used to take all the time during my last year in Thornton Middle School.



(In waking life, the Assistant Principals or some teacher on the stage would tell a specific section (like Group 1 would be the right side of the cafeteria and so on) that they could go get their meals (and it wasn't based off of chronological order, the groups had to be ready to eat and have any mess from prior lunch periods cleaned to go (this really caused some funny stuff to happen since everyone would work really fast to clean the tables and be quiet (since any loud tables would probably go last).

I pondered whether or not if the section I was sitting at would be able to go, but it seemed that I came to lunch late since everyone from every section was already eating.

So from the seat that I was sitting at, to keep it vacant, I decided to put some things on the seat. (can't recall what, but it was something to keep people from hogging my seat, and back then, people were really desperate to find good seats for their friends, since you wouldn't want to be the one who sat alone with a bunch of random people)

(For me, that was an issue because when I sat alone or just sat with random people I didn't know, my mind would suddenly think who would look at me. At the time, I really started to get paranoid, but I now I realized it was just a silly thing to worry about as a child....see how gregarious we are? It's like if we don't have a modicum of social content with others, we just go ballistic...at least for me, even though I really made little friend in Middle School).

Enough of these pointless explanations, but they do have a point for giving you the atmosphere of this dream (panicking etc.)

I looked at the Assistant Principal on the stage, but he didn't look like he was going to call a section to go to the area to order lunch, so I walk forward to the hallway and see one random DC, which I believed was black, trying to hide from the Assistant Principal.

I look at him with a surprised visage and speculated on why he would constantly check to see if the Assistant Principal found him or not. Eventually I just ignored him and headed left to get into the section to buy some food.

The structure was pretty much the same as it was in Thornton Middle School. There were different sections spread out like the Pizza Area, Side Order Area, Regular Lunch, etc. (It was to avoid clutter and make things more convenient since lines were still pretty long on certain days (like the days when Popcorn Shrimp and Peace Cobbler were served)).



There wasn't a long line because I came in a little late, so I go up and let the servers give me what was apparent for the section I was in. I said "Thank you" and headed towards other sections. I found that they were offering Cinnamon buns, with the icing inside of a plastic package.



The buns were in a package as well with the icing, and you had to tear one part off (don't know why they couldn't have split them apart to make things easier, but I guess that's just the abstract nature of dreaming to cause some inconvenience.

After I was done with choosing, I go up to the area to pay and I took out my debit card (RIGHT THERE! I don't know how the hell I couldn't tell I was in a dream! I mean seriously Link....debit card when you're having a dream of MIDDLE SCHOOL? ). The DC that was at the cash register looked EXACTLY like my Pre-Calculus teacher who was named Mr. Schultz (this was one of those names you had to be careful pronouncing, since everyone would sound like they were going to spit saying it LOL; and apparently there were people who said "Sluts" in waking life too XD).



While I was getting ready to pay with the Debit card, I told the DC, "Hey Mr. Schultz!" He replies with a questionable tone, "Wait what did you say?" I thought I said his name wrong and started to worry. Then I came back to myself and said his name again.

I swipe my card and it asked for a pin. (You seriously have to be sh***ing me! Asking me for a PIN in a dream??)

I was pondering if the pin was "1583" at first or if it was "1683." I almost typed the first thought, but then I thought that I should go for the second one instead. I had trouble inputting the pin, and it was really started to piss me off. (since I didn't wake up AND get up before a REM period in waking life to go back with some logic)

When I tried to enter the pin again, sometimes the machine didn't pick up what I pressed, so I had to clear it again and press really hard for that number. Then I find myself forgetting to press hard on ALL numbers, so I had to clear it a few more times before it finally said that the process has be verified.

While I was doing that, I had that feeling that someone was watching me (when you were at the cash register, you could see everyone eating if you just turn your head right). Out of all the DCs, I catch a BLONDE DC (dream sign of mine) looking at me, but she quickly went back into conversation with her friends.

(You know how someone who likes you or just wants to look at you just stares at you and continues to do so when you're not looking back? Yeah it was like that. It was as if she was daydreaming or something for those few seconds before I looked back at her).

She looked a lot like the girl on the Freshmen Tennis team at Mayde Creek High School named Sarah.

Spoiler for Click here for a little insight on Sarah:

(She was one of those girls that I could easily tell liked me, because she would make rare compliments compared to the other girls on the team like "Nice haircut!" or something to get my attention).

(And this isn't me being cocky or anything, but anyone with a competence of a shovel could tell she liked me in waking life. But I was a senior at the time in waking life when she came to the school in waking life, so I couldn't really do anything but just try to ignore what she said. And she was really beautiful (naturally too, which was rare in that school))).

Anyway, once I was finished buying my meal, I head out to go back to the seat I left vacant for myself (It was convienently located in the middle of a few DCs where I wouldn't be worrying if others were looking at me since I'll have people to talk to).


That's all I remember for that.

I was in a library reading manga. It was really crowded. I remember my mom was there too.
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I was in my dad's house, and there was a huge fly, about the size of a tangerine, flying around the house. I took shelter in the bathroom to try and think of a way to kill it.
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I was on a school trip. We went to... A school. My old language arts teacher was in charge of my group. She was going to teach us programming. I had my own laptop with me, so I didn't have to use the school ones. After I took it out, it was already time to go. I put it back in the case and was walking out the door when I realized it wasn't my case. I looked around the room for my case and eventually found it. I slipped my laptop in and exited the classroom. I decided to go home, because there was only a little bit of the day left once I get back to school anyway. I appeared in my house and turned on the TV. I sat on a bed and the room was completely dark. I was watching nichijou with English subs. I decided to check what was on funimation, but realized I was already watching funimation, because no other channel could be playing anime.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

My female friend H and I were in a mall at night. We were in one of the department stores. I think we wanted to head out of the mall.

We knew the exit we were at didn't lead to the section of the parking lot where our car was. But we didn't know what exit of the mall would lead us to our car.

But for some reason we were heading for the exit at the end of this department store, anyway. We walked out a double set of sliding glass doors.

As we passed between the two doors, a policeman, not a security guard, passed in front of us. He was a couple inches taller than I, kind of muscly, black, with lightish skin, and very short hair. He seemed to be trying to bully us or hustle us a little as he passed us.

The cop passed through the second set of doors, and we followed. After the cop got a couple meters away from the exit he turned around and did something like a sly, little look at us -- at me in particular, like he thought I was some sort of troublemaker.

I thought, Oh, god, I'm getting singled out all over again. The cop walked away. But I felt like I was going to get targeted for more harrassment.

I knew H and I had walked out the wrong exit of the mall. I knew the easiest thing to do would be to go back into the mall, straight through the mall, and to the correct exit.

But I felt like if the cop already had me singled out as a troublemaker, he'd probably either head back into the mall and harrass me or contact his cop friends and have them harrass me, if he saw me head back into the mall. So I figured the smartest thing to do would just be to walk all the way around the outside of the mall until H and I found our car.

Dream #2

I was sitting at a table in a food court area that kind of looked like the dining section at the student union of my old university. But this food court was either part of a mall or an airport -- or both.

There was one big area of seats, then a wide walkway, then another big area of seats. Both seating areas and the walkway were busy with people, all rushing all over the place.

I sat at a table full of people, mostly adults in their forties or fifties. But, off to my left, I saw somebody, maybe one of my old psychiatrists, sitting at another table.

I didn't want her to get up and hurry away before I got to talk to her. So I ran to her table. But when I got to the table, she was gone. But I felt like she was probably going to return. It was now like we were scheduled to meet. So I figured I'd sit here and wait for her -- so this time I wouldn't miss her.

But I realized I'd left my backpack (a huge, tall backpack!) at the previous table. So I got up and ran over to pick that up.

For some reason, I was now kind of wandering around in the seating area. I seemed to be upset with my most recent psychiatrist. I had feelings about her that were the same as IWL -- I felt like she neglected my deeper psychological issues all the time, always looking for a quick fix and easy way out -- to save herself the trouble of work.

For some reason, I felt like I finally needed to just complain to somebody about her. For a moment I may have complained to the psychiatrist I'd seen sitting at the table -- somehow. But that psychiatrist was now gone.

But now I saw my most recent psychiatrist's "boss," sitting in an armchair in a section of hallway after the seating area across the walkway from me. I went up to this woman and either sat in an armchair right next to hers, or knelt beside the woman's armchair.

The woman looked like Susan Seaforth, who played Julie Horton on Days of Our Lives, from around the time period of the late 1970s.



I either told the woman that I wanted to complain about my psychiatrist, or I just began complaining to her about my psychiatrist.

The woman listened to me for a moment. She then said that she understood what I was talking about. But she had to go take care of some business. When she got finished, she'd come back to me. I could tell her the rest of my story. And she could figure out what to do in response.

But I think this woman's "business" was to catch a flight. I'm pretty sure she even had luggage with her. It didn't register with me then -- but -- how long was I supposed to wait?

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was out on a wide, shallow, stone staircase with a lot of people. We all stood up near the top, near a whole wall of glass doors that looked in on a comparatively dark lobby. It was like we were all assembled out here for a photo.

I was playing some kind of important part in whatever proceedings we were all a part of. But there were these two really hot, young women right next to me. One of them, even though she was a really hot, young woman, may have been one of my friends' mothers.

The two hot girls began kissing each other. First they were just giving each other mild, quick, closed-mouth kisses. But then, either because I wasn't reacting much or because I actually was paying attention to them, they began to give each other slower kisses.

I was pretty aroused by this. The two girls kind of fed on my arousal and began giving each other open-mouthed kisses. They even kind of sunk down a bit, almost kneeling on the ground with each other. They may have been wearing wedding dresses, as if they were going to marry each other.

Now the young women opened their mouths slightly and began slowly sliding their tongues back and forth into each others' mouths. This was too much for me to handle.

The girls stood back up and were almost right in my face. So, even though I didn't want to start kissing my friend's mom, I just crept my face a bit closer. I began working my tongue in there a bit.

I was trying to get my tongue in there in the least intrusive way that I could. I was really turned on by the girls' lesbian kissing. I didn't want it to turn into straight kissing. I just wanted to get a little bit of the lesbian erotic energy on my own tongue.