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[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate (I change this to hypnagogic, because that what it is)[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]This morning I woke up and remembered a dream, but I told myself let's test if I can skip to note this dream and still remember it.
I didn't... I went back to sleep and had this dream.
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[COLOR="blue"]I were on a big balcony, that was made of stone. In some kind of caslte I think. Then the teenage king from Game of thrones "Lannister..." open the big door and sais something to me. I thought about this weird experience, although I wasn't lucid I was very aware of my body and choices. It almost felt like I was controling my movement, but I didn't know that I was dreaming. Weird state, because what is tricking me to believe that this was real? It was the same feeling you have when you watch a movie. You are somehow involved in it. Although this time I was controling my actions.
Then I hear someone climbng on the steep mounatin next to the balcony. I look down and see a whole group of soldiers.
"We are here to rescue you" they said. The one who was first grabbed my hand and all of them lose their grip and they formed a chain, like you see in movies when people almost fall down from a height. The guy below that person who held my hand held in his ankle and so on, you get the picture. When all were up they gave me climbing equipment and we climbed to the side of the castle and then down, to the grass. "Down with the king!" they yelled. Then they started to burn down houses in the village, and I shouted "Stop! What the hell are you doing?"

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The dream transformed into the wild people from the same serie and I was now transformed into Khal Drogo!
I think I associated harrassing villages with that. Now I wanted to do backflips! I ran and did a backflip to impress everyone, but on the landing I bit my lip. Everybody was chocked, although I hadn't noticed it myself until I saw their eyes direction.
I got chocked, then I woke up. Cool dream thought[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]It felt like my dream was that vivid because I am used to the dreamy feeling. But it can just have been a coincidence, and it's weird that I didn't become lucid.[/COLOR]

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I was unhappy with my teeth and believed that they had grown too long and rough so I naturally cut them as I would have done with nails under the same circumstances but I found the effect undesirable after doing one. The discovery was that we are not meant to cut our teeth. I was then discussing teeth with an expert who was telling me that not many people actually know that we have enamel on the grinding surfaces of our teeth as well. He wondered who the enamel on these surfaces belonged to. He also told me about a link between intelligence and bad teeth but I believed none of it a tore down his argument at every stage.

11 Sep 2011

We were on holiday in India and we had just arrived in a small town on a train. The train was horrible in the sense that there was no security and it was dirty and a little crowded. After arriving, we became more like native Indians than tourists. We were new to the area but living like locals. There were these special electric lanterns which cycled through three different levels of brightness. The dullest was barely enough to illuminate the ground in front of you, the middle level was bright enough to see and be seen but would not blind anyone and the brightest could illuminate everything to the horizon. I decided that I wanted to go for a walk and mum insured that she accompany me since this land was new and dangerous. My brother and father ended up coming along also. It was night time and we elected the middle brightness level. We left the village and climbed a hill to a low ridge along which ran the main road through the area. There were few cars on the road. Having crossed this road a field opened up before us. We knew that somewhere in the field was the railway line on which we had come in. We walked out into the field and came to the line. There was nothing on it so we crossed. We came to a second line and found a man stuck in the rails but left him there to die because we did not want to get caught up in his business. We continued and crossed three more lines. The was a train in the distance on the first but we crossed anyway as we had plenty of time. The second had a train much closer but I judged that we had plenty of time at the speed it was traveling so I crossed but my family waited for it to pass. The third was much closer again and I would have been hit and died if I had tripped but I still risked it and survived. There were many more but I do not remember specifics. All I know is that the trains were either packed full, dirty and old or completely empty, clean and new.

11 Sep 2011

All I remember is that I had to assimilate a word in order to understand someone and describe them. I am working to bring more details back. The assimilation of a word comes from a Barbra Streisand film which I watched before going to bed (The Owl and the Pussycat). In fact the whole concept of the dream seems to stem from this film.

10 Sep 2011

I was standing talking to the G Block group who were occupying our territory for some reason. They got angry and tried to stop me from leaving but my anger was so much that not only did I beat up M.T. who was trying to hold me is a sleeper hold, but I also stole a packet of pretzels and, having asserted my dominance, they let me keep it so I ate a few and then threw it back to them. On leaving the back fields I entered L Block from the Eastern end and became aware of something called the 'red blue zone'. There had previously been a 'red zone' and a 'blue zone' in the school and they had been exciting. Little did I know that I was already tangled up in it. I looked down corridors, into class rooms and stair wells and noticed various red and blue lights. The internal layout was all wrong. There was some incorrect and dangerous space time curvature going on and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I came across year nine kids all wearing blue vests and holding guns. They fired at a few other year nine kids in red vests who fell. I saw Mrs T (music) come round a corner. She looked exhausted and told them to stop firing. Some of the girls had already complained that the game was evil and reminded them of what was going on in South Africa. Anyway I tried to talk to Mrs T but she told me to get out of there as quickly as I could. The blue and red light everywhere was starting to creep me out a little and I would have obliged only I now knew that the way was blocked, or rather twisted in such a way that all paths lead back to the same place or became unreasonable dead ends. Having told her that I could not get out she looked dismayed. She and the year nines had been stuck down here for a while and they did not have long left to get out. We searched every path but they kept changing and we drew a blank. There was no way out. Then it dawned upon me. We were trying to go up to get out of this underground maze but perhaps if we wanted to go up, the best path to choose would be down. We picked a downward staircase at random though Mrs T had little hope. We descended into another chamber and another chamber again and found that we could go no lower but there was a ladder in the middle of the room leading up. We looked up and there was daylight. We climbed the ladder and found our way out into the lawn between K and L blocks. I asked Mrs T to tell me everything she knew about the 'red blue zone' and she obliged. She knew everything about it except what had gone wrong, after all, she designed it... It was a maze which she had built in the school. She had used a special space time curve to make the passages confusing. The purpose was to run a team based laser skirmish type game for the year nines. What she could not figure was why the curvature kept changing such that noone could escape since the layout changed with the curvature and could not be fully explored. I asked if there was any harm in just leaving it the way it was but she said that the curvature was programmed to fade in twenty minutes and that anyone or anything left in the zone would simply be zapped out of existence. Given enough time it would be theoretically possible to map the curvature itself and predict an escape route in four dimensions but we did not have time so I began to think laterally. I asked Mrs T if she was certain that she had designed it and she said that she was. I urged her to to reconsider as it was often difficult to be sure that you had not been influenced by someone or something else but she again claimed her own guilt so I took a different tack. I asked when she had first come up with the idea and she referenced a day not very long ago. This gave me suspicions as to how quickly the technology had been developed so I asked at what point did she design the curvature and she answered that she had come up with it on the same day. My opinion was that she was either an idiot savant or she had been influenced by someone or something which had already worked it all out. I quickly modelled what I believed the curvature to be on some electromagnetic curvature modelling thing and asked her if it was correct. She was surprised and asked how I knew. I replied "lucky guess". Two problems existed with the curve I had mapped in wire like mesh things in my hands. The first problem was that the curve was identical to the natural curvatue of of time space within her brain on the day she designed it. This meant that the whole system was linked to a time before it had been designed and caused a paradox. It could not exist. The other problem was a more practical problem. The curvature of time was far too strong for the curvature of space given. The result of this was an ever changing maze of school passages. Still having just under twenty minutes to save the vast majority of year nine, Mrs T determined to reenter the zone and try to rescue them. I urged her not to, the chances of her escaping again were next to impossible but she had a duty of care so I told her to take a long string and tie it around something outside the zone such that on unwinding it would mark a path back to the entry. I hoped that this would work. I also advised her to use the method of heading down to the deepest point in an emergency though who could tell if this logic still applied. I went down into the zone with her, just a few steps and all of the claustrophobic fear returned to me instantly. I had just gone around a corner, out of sight of the entry to let her through a second door. I was supposed to hold it open for some reason though the string would have done a reasonable job of this itself. I was terrified that the zone would trick me again and that the door just out of sight around the corner which was supposed to lead to the exit would lead me somewhere else deep in the zone. I walked around the corner and back into the daylight of the school. I had started to realise that it was only a dream but that I should not wake up as these people might need my help. I was still taking it too seriously to become properly lucid but if someone had asked me if I was dreaming I would have said 'yes' most probably. I think this was because I was beginning to wake up. I woke up and that was that.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

I seem to be having a recall dry spell, and I do not have a clue why that could be. Hopefully I find out and/or recover from it soon. But I did manage to remember one fragment from last night;

I was lying in my bed, on my back, with my current book, The Black Lung Captain, propped up on my chest. My black reading lamp, perched on the arch of the end of my bed behind me, lit the room with a warm, yellow light. I was paying little attention to the other details of my room, as I was actually reading the book.

The text was strangely coherent, yet all the the things the booked described contradicted what it described earlier. It was as though I were reading the dream.

The only thing I remember reading clearly was close the bottom of the left page of the book;

'Frey moved into the engine room and shoved Matt aside.'

Of course this make no sense out of context, so in context, that would be;

'Frey, the impolite captain, moved into his ship's engine room, and shoved Matt, the assistant engineer that is not actually in the book but instead my mind put there, into a pipe, possibly hurting his spine.'

It is also notable that Matt is the name of a character in another series of books much like the Black Lung Captain.

That's all I remember. Interesting, methinks.

Date: 11/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 5/10

Our class is standing in two long lines at the back of our school hall, as though we're about to put on a concert. We're not really doing much but I was trying to put my arm around the person to my left, I have no idea who it was or what gender they were or if they were even a person. Eventually after a while of doing that, some people bring in what everyone describes as 'midgets.' As they are brought in, I see that they are tiny tropical birds, all brightly coloured. They sit on the stage near us, and they have clear, human voices. I wanted to stare at them but I knew I shouldn't cause they were 'midgets'. Two people from my school then sing a duet in which they pretend to kiss - the song is essentially 'Can You See the Love Tonight'.

Memory Clarity: 7/10

My brother has invited an absurd amount of people over to the house, and instead of having a party or whatever, they all simply want to sleep over. So my family room has mattresses and blankets everywhere, with people in them, and although I don't actually go there, I'm aware that my brother's room is the same deal. For some reason instead of sleeping in my room, I have to find a spot in the family room among everyone else. I see a couple of chairs with blankets on them, but when I pull back the blankets there are people sleeping there. I eventually find a spot on the floor, and watch as my brother plays a racing game with 11 of his friends. The set-up is that 6 are playing on the Xbox in the family room, and 6 are on the one in his room. My mum comes in and tells me to go to bed, but after heatedly negotiating I avoid this.

I am at home, and on a whim I decide to take our Harley-Davidson motorcycle (which we dont actually have) and ride it around the neighbourhood, naked. It's late at night so I assume I won't be seen much, however unfortunately as I pull out the neighbour is returning home, and sees me, and then when I'm riding around I happen to come across almost everyone I know at various points. This dream was very frustrating as it was very vivid, and I thought it was completely real, and so I was extremely annoyed at the astronomical odds that on one night I could see so many people that I know. They were seperate too, not in a group or anything, but rather all there on their own business, unconnected. It was the kind of dream that, after I woke up, I was immensly relieved that it hadn't happened and I wasn't about to be embarrassed by everyone.

Evolventity's Dream

September 10, 2011

(Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 6AM, woke up at 8AM.
-My sister J* and I are walking through a dark forest with hills made of wood chips on our right. As we walk, a cute mongoose is running along side on the hills. We come to a huge hill of wood chips and logs, and we wonder if he will be able to climb the hill. The hill curves in front of the path and we have to walk upward. I hike first and try pulling J* higher. We find ourselves at a campsite after reaching the top. There is a woman in her 20s here along with a wolf she has tied to a wooden post using a rope. The wolf may be a werewolf, but seems like a common white wolf. I think I tried to re-tie or pull the wolf back to the posts and he almost ran away when the woman tied swooped in to tie him for me.

(Regular Dream)
-I'm standing a couple yards away from the back entrance of my Aunt N*'s house. There is a drug lord inside who has been causing me trouble. His henchmen are blocking me from passing, holding machine guns. I'm standing, stopped, looking at M*'s iPhone. The men fire their machine guns at the same time. I begin to play a machine gun sound on the phone and listen to it, comparing how similar it is to the real thing being fired right in front of me. Standing unaffected, I walk pass them. One more round is fired at the floor and bullet holes form, unlike they did on me. I walk to the back bedroom and before entering I begin a recording on the phone. I walk in finding the dealer, in his 40's, on the bed. He looked Italian, like an actor I've seen before but I don't know his name. I try to set the phone down directed towards us on a dresser. He takes the phone and I struggle to snatch it back as he cancels the recording. (Skip) M* is now present and makes a deal with the drug lord; not to do something. His sentence to obey him will remain for a year. I speak up and his time is extended over a couple thousand years. We leave in a car with J*, trying to take her home, and she wants us to make a detour.

(Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 12PM, woke up at 2PM.
-I'm sitting in bed with M*. The FBI or some other authority figures with computer skills is coming to retrieve the phone. I'm not sure if there was actually anything useful on the phone for them. I go through the camera roll. I find an unfamiliar picture of M* and us together, nude perhaps. give him the phone and rush to grab my laptop. I sit back down on the bed as I open it up and press the power button. Thankfully, it has already been booted so we've saved a little time. I connect the iPhone using USB and try to transfer the files. Three different windows are present and each are decreasing from time starting at 10 minutes. I realize they're not actually downloading around the 6th minute, only creating thumbnails to be viewed. I pick the right folder window and the transfer begins. (Skip) I escape with a small group of people. One of the men is cop from the anime movie "Paprika." It's night time and we are surrounded by metal cargo containers, like often seen in movies involving a chase, and only rigs can move them. Anyway, I see the Joker, from the Dark Knight, lean out from behind one. He shoots a gun several times at me. I quickly jump aside behind a cargo storage too. I see the cop across from me yielding his gun in hiding. The joker is trying to merge all parallel universes and gain total control. In order to escape him I need to find my own path and go through time. I run aside from the cargo and jump backwards, I dash through universe and time using a wormhole. I can see the universe I'm fleeing as I travel further. I'm inside of a streaking white and other multi-colored tunnel. The joker has come through, and has switched into the role of a good guy, on my side. A different entity is now chasing us as the joker controls the path through the worm hole with me tagging behind. The villain engulfs two objects, maybe even a person, and takes on a rock-like shape with an off-white egg shell color. He sinks and rises near me still trying to catch us, maybe engulf us. The scene merges into another scene where my sister J* and I are in another continuous rush, this time we are walking through SubWay restaurants. I'm only looking at the ground as we pass through each SubWay and there is never a break from the restaurant, every couple of yards we merge into a different universes version of SubWay. We sit down at a table. There are large windows facing the street and it's sunny outside. The environmental colors are vivacious. Our goal is to now return to our own universe. I look around and notice the people. The table at my right bears a 7 year old child sitting across from his 30 year old relative. However; as young as this person looks, he is actually 30 years old and the man across from him is his 7 year old son. In this universe people age backwards, taking on a younger appearance. I notice other people in the restaurant who are aged this way too. A woman comes to our table and sits. She looks 20 though she is probably 60. I tell her she is beautiful. She is in 2D and I can see through her transparent body. When I tell her she is beautiful a fractal emerges from the center of her brain, enlarging to its boundaries. I say to her "Who else is here beautiful? You're beautiful J*. Don't you think she's pretty?" She replies "Yes, I do, she is pretty" with a smile on her face. J* then forms a fractal in her 2D brain as well, and with the same compliment, another is formed inside of the previous fractals' boundaries. J* mentions she's on her period by saying "It's that time of the month" and then asking the 'girl' "Are you on that time of the month." The woman now looking near 14 years old acts confused. She doesn't know what we;re talking about. I become forgetful of the nature of this universe and the fact that it may not be my own. I ask her how old she is, thinking she may be too young to have a period. J* and I ask to see her DMV license. She doesn't know hat "DMV" is either. I ask, "You don't have vehicles here?" I look into the street and see nothing, though for a glimpse I see a set of tires rolling, as if attached to an invisible vehicle. She says "No." I look down at a frame on the table and see a red truck driving down a street. "There are cars here, She's lying" I say. She says no, we say yes, no, yes, no. We are in the wrong universe. We run.

Kumara's Dream

Fragment - I was one of and/or observing some people staging scenes in one reality to play out in another reality. They/we were creating fight scenes and brainstorming ideas for illusions that would warrant a fight. (interesting little snapshot of the inner psyche)

I fell asleep drunk and just happened to be drunk in my dream. I'm wondering if that's what usually happens.

I'm driving drunk and I'm heading towards my buddies brother, Johns place. There is snow everywhere but it's not snowing at the moment. It's night time and the street is completely empty. When I get there I'm walking up the pathway to the door, the lights are off. Before I knock on the door or ring the doorbell I notice a row-boat without any paddles sitting on the edge of a hill.

I decide to not knock and use the row-boat to go down the hill. So I'm going down this snowy hill in a row-boat and I lose control. It starts to turn towards the neighbors fence and crashes. The crash is really loud and completely destroys the neighbors fence. I stumble out unhurt.

The lights all down the street start turning on and somebody comes outside of Johns place and yells at me.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

They yell and slowly walk towards me. I wave giggling and get in my car. I drive about half a block before I decide to park as close to the curb as I can get because I'm way too drunk to be driving. I stumble out laughing because I didn't get very far, everyone now knows it was me who did that, and the fact that I didn't care and kept running off anyways. I ran into an alleyway and made my way home.

What is apparently the next day somehow, everyone is pissed off at me giving me dirty looks because they heard what happened. I go back to get my car and see everyone that is apart of an underground poker club I'm associated with having a meeting about what happened. I go up to them and they tell me they don't need this kind of attention brought to the club so I'm kicked out. Everyone is really, really angry with me.

I wake up.

Thebeastofold's Dream


Metallica concert in old hospital and bus trip to mexico?


I was walking around in an old hospital, I was looking for someones room but dont know who..mom or dad maybe....i came around a corner and saw Lars Ulrich (metallica's drummer) walking down a distant hallway, at least he resembled himfrom the distance i was away from him..i went down the hallway he had gone down and came out into a huge foyer type area, and there was the rest of the band..they saw me and started playing, sounded like about 5 or 6 of there songs all atthe same time...each band member was playing a different song..weird..allof a sudden i realized i was going to miss the bus..so i started heading out the front doors infront m of me..the lead singer followed me a bit trying to sing in my ear so i ran through the door and there was an older school bus, bright yellow, sitting there, and my dad was standing by the door of the bus looking at his watch over and over agian, he saw me and really mad and yeled for me to get on the damn bus now!! inside the bus there were 4 or 5 other guys, i dont know who they were, a pomeranian dog(ive nover owned one) and a cat i think is one of my long dead cats..i dunno...never really get a clear look at it..so i got and sit about halfway back behind the driver..i sit there and started remembering things from my high schooland jr high school days...20+ years ago.....allof a sudden i noice we're driving through a desert type place..we come to a small desert town and stop, i look out the wondow and theres a large red building on the left, right next to it is small merchants cart with a banner overhead of it that reads "witch doctors herbs" and tothe right of that is a little outdoor mexican cafe..the little dirty sign infornt of the cafe read something like "tortilla caffeine tacos" or something like that...i notice my dad getting off the bus so i follow him..he walks across a small town square towards a open doorway to the right, i then notice theres a lage brown bear laying on the ground..as soon as dad gets next to the bear he(dad) starts crawling towards the doorway..i run over and notice the beqar is actually alivve..just resting, so i bend over and started peting its head and scratching its ears and i tell dad to be careful! didnt you see the bear! dad goes into the doorway and i look down and theres now 3 bears there, one is white, not a polar bear, but like an albino brown bear...all of a sudden they jump up and start biting each other, not drawing blood or anything, like theyre playing..i back away slowly and turn arund to see dad standing by the bus..he walks around the backside of the bus and someone yells, the damn dog got out! i turn and the dog is now playing with the bears...oh crap! i yell and i run over and grab the little dog and start explaining to the bears why they couldnt play together, or eat the dog etc... i also realize the cat had escaped so i go into the bus, close the door behind me and put the dog down..he instantly vanishes and i then realize the back doorof the bus is opened...i go out a huge double door that was inthe side of the bus that wasnt there a second ago, and there was guy standing there with a big amile on his face he said to me"i'm gonna get 60 pounds of ice!" i say what do you need all that ice for? he points towards the hoodof the bus, i leanout the door and the radiator was underneath the bus with the openeing for the radiator sticking ut the tire well, and there was water boiling and pouring out of the radiator...i woke up....

My occupation was an assassin I beleive? I desperately wanted to see this guy on the top floor. I drove with my ugly ass mini van into the bottom floor. I had to lie to the 'parking bouncers' and say I'm here for blabla.. I tried to find a parking spot but I saw that there was another entrance, I thought hey I could've gotten in here without paying that one guy and I wanted to see the entrance. I drove through but saw that it ended to an automatic gate. I guess it was the the high rankers way to enter. I turned around and felt like everyone was glaring at me. I parked and realized that my ma was with me too leading the way. I was wondering, how could she have persuaded that guy, escpecially since there were strippers all oveer the place.*
I remember being in this building, then being shot at. Everything was exploding and I was dodging everything. This dream was probably a continuation from the previous dream. A swat team ran in. Im guessing that they caused this.*
Possibly we were in a KFC or a Jack in the Box. Everyone was ordering their food and I seemed to wander off. There were these pretty flowers and crystals in the front, but in the back was this mini museum. I realized I was making everyone wait so I returned to the front. The reason we came there was to pick up food but my parents made up their minds. My sister didn't realize this and began to pick up food *and put it on her plate. I told her were leaving, and we ended up throwing it away. I wanted to tell her that she is always fucking wasteful but I didn't. We walked back to the car, and it was really dark. Instead of driving ma needed to get something from the department store across the street. My sis and I walked with her and I saw this Siberian Husky puppy run up. I felt like this has happened before and then I picked her up. I was wondering and asked ma if threre was a Petsmart nearby and I turned my head to see it was next door. I didn't want to leave ma to go return her so I waited and walked into the store. The store was full of puppies and dogs off of their leashes and I guess it was an adoption day. I walked in and placed the Husky down, preventing the other dogs from leaving the sliding doors. The lady in there looked a little older than me, and I chatted with her. I asked her, is it normally like this every night? And she was like yeah. I then told her "it must suck when they're all asleep and you are here at 12. I would be creepy as fuck". She laughed and said yeah, then I asked if there was any cats. But before I completed my sentence I saw this HUGE cat, and big as my dog. He was black with yellow eyes. The girl told me to come over and she picked him up and put him in this open glass case, I guess where he normally sleeps. As he layed down she told me to pet him. He was missing so much hair. I mostly felt skin. I wandered around a bit more. I wanted to calm the place down because it was so loud and dogs were barking. I thought maybe if I sang it would shut them up. I saw my sis in the front sitting and craddling puppies singing an Edith Piaf song in english. I then told her, THIS is how you do it: then I began to sing La Vie En Rose;'quand in me prend dans ses bra..." all in French. When I sang it my voice was wonderful, it just cracked a LOT more often than it normally does, and when I sang it felt like I've been screaming for a while. All of a sudden all the pets disappeared and I wondered where they went. I guess they fell asleep in the back and I peeked in through this white sheet. Suddenly, SOMETHING woke up and breezed out quickly. A big swarm brushed to the front and into these trays. Either the dogs turned into candy, or something is wrong with me. They were all moving around and jumping. I tried to organize them into their designated places but they wouldn't segregate. Then I yelled at the top of my lungs at them. I was pretty loud. Then I looked at them and saw them turning into sugar, and begin to disappear. I took out a tray and showed it to the lady who was walking by and she went woah. She asked how and I told her I yelled at them. I was confused.

At the beginning of the dream, my parents announced we were going to some event. It was nighttime, and I decided to watch an old movie. Then I realized it was the director's cut, so I stopped watching it. I went to the kitchen when all of a sudden, the event began inside the house. A bunch of people were there. I think there were maybe 300 or so. And the kitchen was gone too. And it was daytime now. And there was singing and dancing.

During the event, I became enemies (not friends) with a girl. I don't know what happened, but we didn't like each other that much.

At the end of the dream, the both of us got caught up in some flying machine that looked like it was flown by Orville and Wilbur. Then the plane was up in the air and the girl was thrown into peril. I had to save her. So I was trying my hardest, and then the dream was over.

No lucid dreams yet. Keep trying. Keep trying.

After 8 hours of sleep with barely any dreams I went to sleep while listening to a rain tune with my mp3 player.
Then I dreamt that I was in my room, it was pretty realistic except for the fact that the curtain was mounted with a pretty strange device, made out of black plastic. It was foldable and seemed to be designed for mobility. There was a slit in the wall above the curtain where lots of rain poured through, into my room. I got up to somehow stop the rain and did something with the curtain device. Then the dream faded already.

whiterains dream

very sketchy memory of a long holiday/festival dream last night due to tiredness. mostly spent pottering about randomly going round a mix of shops, partys and things. some of it resembled my old school which had a little surgery/docs set up in one corner. i pushed a trolley and a nurse told me it had a baby in it so i asked where the best place to leave it was. cant really write much else but the holiday location was really similar to how it often is. especially the shops and town. i remember it ended as i was walking through a farm field anad a lady was talking about the veg and the last thing she said was about the sweetcorn. she said all they needed was a bit of rain and the sweetcorn would live up to its name.

holiday theme really common now. last last nights one was spent missing group events and wandering around on my own trying to go snorkeling in this river with a girl i liked. almost another goal made. the river is always partly the same but this time was deeper and more tropical with a little waterfall on it and plunge pools. nearly always in a similar location to other places even if the other places change if that makes any sense