non-lucid

I was quite oddly in my house with no shoes on. My house was usual in color and furniture. Mom asked me to take the trash out, I opened the front door and saw the neighbor's car pulling out of the drive way, he was to my right. To my left the tree that was normally there was gone. I jumped down and felt the falling impact from porch to rough pavement on my feet. It felt odd to not wear shoes, very odd. I wondered if anyone would notice. The dumpster was in the middle of the driveway instead of by the car. I walked up and put the trash in. The dream ended.

Good morning, everybody. My sensation of the first dream wasn't quite like any other dream sensation I've had, although the dream itself seems kind of usual.

I had the dream in something close to a waking state. Upon "coming to" and realizing the dreamlike quality of the perception, I could feel the "dream," as if it were sticking to the back of my head.

I took NyQuil last night, as I've had the flu. I think I've had a similar "back of the head" sensation after taking NyQuil in the past. But not the weird "awake dreaming" sensation.

This may partly be because of the book I'm reading, The Measure of Madness, which includes stories of people who committed crimes due to hallucinations or delusions.

I've wondered how a delusion or hallucination would feel different from a dream. I think my brain was trying to accommodate me to some degree by showing me an "awake dream."

Dream #1

I was in some kind of restaurant that looked like it was part of Lever House. There were glass walls on my left side, showing mild daylight. The floors were stoner or concrete. Something about it now feels to me like the lobby of the UN as well.

I sat at a table with someone like my boss. I was told that the reports I had put together provided weird instructions. The result was that people ended up making a weird structure. The structure was now behind me.

I now stood at the back end of the structure, looking along it. It was a weird sculpture made of black iron or some kind of black-painted metal. The metal was made to have the rounded shapes of things like cartoon trees and shrubs. But it was all featureless and black, and it was all tilted 45 degrees on its side. There was also some kind of garbage all over the place, like white packing-styrofome sheets.

Dream #2

I was out in the city very late at night with a group of rich people. The people were all a little bit older than I. There was one pretty girl. The people all felt a lot classier than I.

We were walking near my office. We might all actually have been heading to my office. At least I was. It was like I had to go to work.

As we walked down a side street, some apparently random guy got in my way. He was tall, pale, and white, with a short, red beard. He was slightly overweight. He wore dark jeans, a long-sleeved, striped t-shirt, and a baseball cap. The shirt and cap were some kind of dull green-brown.

The man would walk really close in front of me, slowing me down. I would try to get out of his way, but he would move back into my way. I would try to slow down, hoping he'd just forget about me. But he would walk a certain distance ahead, then constantly look back at me over his shoulder.

The group of people were about 10 meters behind me. They were talking and laughing. I realized they knew this guy, and that they found the game he was playing on me kind of amusing.

I knew the guy was "reverse following" me. I didn't want him to know where my office was. I arrived on the corner with my office. I needed to turn left to get there. The man had already turned left. So I turned right and walked a ways. Then I turned back around and headed to my office. But when I got to my office, I saw the man standing right in the revolving door, waiting for me, staring at me.

I read on this forum somewhere that going to bed hungry or thirsty can improve dreaming. I was really hungry when I went to sleep, and I can definitely confirm that my dreaming was very clear, vivid, and realistic. Unfortunately no lucidity though.

We move into a small flat but it feels to be like it's only a temporary arrangement because I am still actively looking for a better one. I think this is partly to do with the fact that it's haunted, mostly the shower. I hear that the one across the hall is becoming free, and I happen to catch the end of a flat viewing in action. The realtor is a man with dark hair, eyes and Mediterranean looking skin, dressed in an expensive looking grey silk suit. The realtor asks if I was one of the persons registered to look at the flat, and checks his list. My name is on it. I am relieved because I don't remember registering.

He tells me this flat will go fast and leads me in through the door. I am struck immediately by three things, one by how huge and spacious the flat is, how oddly decorated (wood panel everywhere but modern looking) and also by how the realtor tries to molest me as soon as we get in the door. I push him off, no longer disturbed, now eager to take some video of the flat on my iPhone for my man to look at later. The realtor seems to imply that he will favour my application if I do him some favours. I push him away again, and begin my tour of the flat.

It's almost like the walls are made of what looks to be the inside of a cave, together with the modern dark wood panel on most of it as well as the floors. It's beautiful. We go downstairs and it's more cave like, with stalactites and everything, but they are subtle and look very much like they fit to the flat. I ask how many kids the previous tenants have and he tells me they have 5, with one on the way. He tells me he wants the baby.

We arrive at a kind of in flat delicatessen store. There are a few people milling around in there, one middle aged man stops to talk to me as I finish up the video. My son is being a bit of a brat and the man suddenly smacks his head against the wall as if to punish him. I'm horrified at this stranger's cruelty towards my son, and I proceed to flip out on him. The realtor reveals that the man is not only the current tenant, but also his brother, and I should go easy on him. The blow out passes and I dreamskip to asking how much the rent is on the flat. The realtor tells me it's 549 warm. I don't bother to fill out an application because it's too expensive for us.

I leave to go home to deal with my haunted shower.

4/18/11. I have decided to put some dj entries from my laptop on DV, buut I'm not gonna post them all at once because that would drown everyone else's journnals, so I'll put them up gradually.

4/18/11

DREAM 1: I was in Kohlhepp's class taking my final (I FUCKING HATE THIS CLASS WITH A PASSION, and I just took part 1 of my fin als from her. She is my biology teacher, and ranked by most as the hardest teacher at school), and in the end it was apparently the last day. everybody went nuts and started playing shitty rihanna music and ran out of the class like maniacs.

DREAM 2: Me and my dad went to some nice house, william shatner opened the door in a pirate costume. the house was like a variant of the Kumar's (one of my landscaping jobs). my dad started talking about rumble tone (My dad used to be a singer in a band when I was like 10, they got big to the point of playing a 5,000 perswon show), and how his buddies from the resturant were in it. You could tell that william didn't care. At one point, marty (my drumming teacher) ran out in an indian costume, you could tell something was going on inside, like a party.

DREAM 3: I just kept cycling through these girls talking about their favorite buddhism scriptures while at the beach. What didn't occur to me was that there ARE no buddhism scriptures, but it was hard to catch because it was like watching a movie on youtube or something.

Early this morning I read an artical in the German dream-forum about dreamapps in iPod. Two hours later I have dreamed about dreamapps or my iPod 4 times! For example:

I awake in the morning and want to speake a dream in my iPod. Then I see the iPod is on and shows a forgein app. As I try to switch to memo nothing happens. I look to the battery icon and see no power. I remember the iPod was the hole night on and so no wonder... As I will stand up to connect the iPod with the pc I awake up and realized that I have a FE .

It's my first DJ Entry in like six months, but anyway, I don't have that much to say. My recall was going down day after day like the amount of healty liver tissue in an alcoholic, and now I'm back from scratch, trying to improve my recall. I can only recall two lucids, one was the last year and the other one was a couple of weeks ago:

An afternoon with Chuck Schuldiner in Barcelona

I'm in my grandma's house (just behind mine), in her room. I'm watching a concert in DVD, called "Death: Live in Cottbus", with my brother and a tall guy with a black guitar, like Chuck Schuldiner's (Chuck is Death's the main guitarist/vocalist, He died because a tumor in his head). The band is playing Spirit Crusher, and that guy starts playing his guitar (unplugged), He plays so damn good (as Chuck used to), not even a singlenote is misplaced...

Wait, this cannot be real, We're in Spain (I was in my grandma's house, but I felt the atmosphere quite "spanish", like being in Barcelona) with Chuck (yes, that guy was Chuck Schuldiner playing guitar in front of me). I'm bored, so let's go outside. Chuck keeps playing, but he left his guitar in the room, so the sound comes from nowhere. I "pick up" an air guitar and start playing behind him, like an air guitar duel, for the rest of the song. After thar, He says "follow me, machine" (like "maquina", "fiera" or "campeón", ways to call other people in the local slang). Following him in the streets of Barcelona, some people starts poking me. I keep walking, but They are so annoying, like trying to knock me down. I fall to the floor, and all fades into nothingness...

Going back home

I am with my brother in a warehouse, our warehouse (huge dreamsign, we have no warehouse). I decide to go home. I'll be there in a minute, I just need to walk a couple of blocks. The moon is quite shiny this night. A little nigger comes to me asking for some pennies. I hate those parasites, so I've disfigured his face with my so feminine fist. Lolwut? I look like a woman (a very hot woman), but I don't get lucid despite the big dreamsign. Another nigger comes to me (a big one). He grabs me from my back and puts a knife in my neck with the purpose of stealing my money. I see my dad in the other side of my block, so I drag him there slowly in the struggle. My dad takes a glass bottle from the floor and hits him in the head. He falls unconscious. I run scared like a coward girl (now I can't avoid the dreamsigns).After running for a minute, I calm down and realized I'm in a quite vivid dream, inside a hot lady's body. What can I do? There's some obvious, options, but first of all I must take vengeance. Quo can't waste his (or maybe her, this time) time having sex with his/her gorgeous body when payoff calls the door. I start running back to the "crime scene". The moon seems very beautiful, and I can see the trees shaking with the wind. Finally, I am back, blood thirsty and crushing that nigger's bones. I'm so blind when it comes to attackig people! It would be funnier with a hammer and a screwdriver (like "3 guys 1 hammer"). Anyway, I had two "victories" in a single night.



Yesterday, I dreamed I was in a very crowdy train. I turn my head to the right and I see a mysterious girl. When I saw her face I got lucid (and unfortunately, I woke up). Now I can remember, I've seen her some time ago, taking the bus every wednesday for a couple of months. I knew She would trigger my lucidity because all the DCs in my dreams seem to be so boring, so common..., and I didn't see her in the dream plane until now. I can't wait to meet her so her mysterious look will lead my way to lucidity again (I hope).

I am in some sort of alternate universe where technologies are mainly the same but humans live in feudal societies and tame and ride dragons rather than drive cars. I am secretly a princess of a lost dynasty and the last of my family's bloodline. I have long black hair, pale skin and blood red eyes, which are traits of my royal family's genetics, though most people do not realize this. I have been rasied as a commoner by an adoptive family in a place called Moon City but civil war breaks out and we are forced to flee.

My adoptive mother, brothers and I go to the main city of the continent to stay with some family and friends. Politics is tumoltuous in this city and it is ruled by an authoritorian leader who controls every aspect of the citizen's lives. Every night there is a curfew at sunset and people caught outside after it is implemented are arrested or killed by the security force loyal to the iron fisted leader. It is not as bad as it sounds though and as long as people obey the rules and don't openly oppose the leader then they can live their lives otherwise normally.

The house we go to is at the end of an alley and only has three bedrooms for almost 10 people to stay in. I get stuck sharing a bed with my brothers and one of my friends. All of the older people are up all night talking about the war in Moon City and I cannot sleep because I am in a strange place and the talk of the older folk worries me so. In the morning my mother, grandmother and aunts go shopping and I wander the neighbourhood to orient myself with my new home. I find a vast, white sand beach and happily dig my bare feet in the sand and dip my toes in the cool water. In the distance I see a handsome young man watching me enjoy the beach. He is sitting on a large black and purple dragon and gazes on me with a withering smile. I do notice him but I pretend not to and ignore him.

Afterwards I am walking along a marketplace and find a used bookstore. I spend a long time browsing the books and I am so happy and content that I kind of get carried away and forget about the time. I finally buy a book and start reading it on the way home. I am walking slowly and so intrigued with my book that I do not notice the sun beginning to set and the streets becoming empty. I finally snap out of my reverie when I am at the far end of the alleyway where my grandma's house is and though I am kind of scared I know that I do not have very far to go. I begin walking briskly but I do not notice the four or five patrol officers appear behind me riding thier massive green and black dragons.

One of them yells at me and when I turn around they all jump off their dragons and force my back up against a wall. They begin shoving me and demanding to see identification and when I produce my passport they throw it on the ground and begin harassing me for not being a native citizen. They ignore my fearful protests and two of them grab me, turn me around so that my back is facing them and pin me to the wall. Another of the guards starts frisking me roughly and inappropriately by putting his hand under my skirt and rubbing between my legs. I try to scream but one of the guards covers my mouth with a gloved hand and they all start laughing and cajolling me as the assault continues.

Suddenly a voice shouts down the alleyway and the offending guards snap to attention and let me go. The young man who had been watching me on the beach approaches, riding his mighty purple and black dragon, and demands to know if the soldiers have anything better to do than harass young girls. One of the soldiers starts to stammer and answer but the young muscular man shouts at them that this kind of thing is not what his father is paying them for and he screams at them to beat it, which they do with much haste.

He gets off his dragon, picks up my passport from the ground and asks me if I am all right. I kind of glare at him with anger and indignation. How the hell does he think I feel after being sexually assaulted? The young man can see they I am distraught, laughs at himself and conceeds that it was a stupid question. He introduces as Mordred and tells me that he is the son of the man who rules this city. He looks over my passport and then seems to inspect me withis sharp and intense gaze before handing my id back. He asks me a few questions about why I left Moon City and I answer as I can.

He offers to escort me home but I am suspicious and worried that he will take advantage of me too. I am able to tell him that my grandmother's place is just down the street and we walks with me there, his dragon following closely behind. The young man gives me a cell phone and tells me that I can call him on it at any time if anyone else gives me trouble while I am in his city. After he sees be home and bids me goodnight I watch him ride his dragon away through one of the few windows in the house.

I do not tell my family what happened and the next day I stick very close to my mom and aunts as they travel to a large multi-storey mall for some shopping. I don't know why but it soon seems that I am there by myself and wander past the shops slowly and with much disinterest. I come across a food gallery of sorts but the dream distorts somewhat and while I can see the kind of food being served, I cannot read the menus and names of the food stores for some reason. Near one store that looks like a Taco Bell, I find a glass display case with many little ancient egyptian crafts and I spend some time admiring a little statue of a seated goddess Sekhmet.

A voice suddenly announces over the intercome that sunset will happen in about an hour and everyone is advised to go home. I am on the second floor of the mall and head towards an elevator, trying to avoid the man people scrambling around as if in a panic. I come across one elevator and there is a stroller nearby with a baby in it, but no adults in sight. I don't know what to do so I just get on the elevator but I am confused by the buttons on it. There are many buttons but none are labelled or clear and I cannot tell which button to press to go down. I make a guess and push one but instead of going to another floor the elevator starts moving along a track from one side of the mall to another.

I get out on the otherside in frustration and come across another adandoned baby in a stroller. People are running around ignore it so I do to. I am starting to panic because I don't know how I am going to get to the main floor to exit the mall before sunset, let alone make it all the way home before it gets dark completely. I try another elevator (and pass many more abadoned babies in strollers - I think I counted five in total this time) and luckily I find one where there is a woman with two children waiting to get on. I am hoping that the woman will know how to use it and slip in first, but she pushes her children in and then allows the door to close, apparently content to adandon her childred as well.

I am panicking and don't know what to do because the elevator is not moving and I don't know how to open the door electronically. I pull the doors apart physically but watch in horror as the two children slip between the space from the elevator to the floor and fall down the shaft. Suddenly the elevator starts moving and goes down to the main floor. When I get out of it I find the woman from upstairs holding one of her children as if nothing had happened.

It is almost dark outside and I am approaching the front doors of the mall when an army of masked soldiers in blue riot gear pushes their way in. The leader of the group points to me and says "There she is - that's the princess." The other soldiers pull out their guns and start shooting in my direction. I run as fast as I can and through a door into a dark room. I pull out the cell phone that Mordred gave me and call the number that is on speed dial. When I hear his voice I break down and start crying and tell him that people are trying to kill me. He tells me to stay where I am and that he will be there soon.

I don't know why the soldiers in blue do not located me, but I can hear them searching through the mall and shooting any straggler shoppers they find, since it is now dark outside. I am very scared and can only hope that my adoptive family made it home a long time ago. I am also confused as to how these soldiers know that a I secretly a princess.

A vent opens on the otherside of the dark room I am in and Mordred appears and tells me to follow him. Down the shaft and into the basement we go and we get on a service elevator that goes down deep underneath the mall and to a long forgotten underground street. His dragon is there and we get on and follow the tunnel to where it comes back above ground on the other side of the city. Along the way Mordred tells me that his father's spies have figured out that I am the long lost princess and has ordered my exection because he does not want anything to threaten his hold of power over this part of the land.

I cannot remember the end of the dream but I think Mordred and I run away together and away from the city.


(A lot of Dragon Booster influences in this dream.)

I am my dream inarnate Chun-li, a chinese woman with long black hair. I am a part of a team of space explorers and we are attacked by a ship of rival explorers who have been following us and trying to stop us for some reason. We escape their grasp but our ship is damaged and we have to find a place to stop and repair it. We are in the middle of an unknown universe and we come across what looks like an abandoned space center. It is broken up into peices and our team is divided into groups to explore the various sections.

I am with two others at first but I wander away from them and get lost, though I find a large bunker stocked with tools and food and other supplies. My communicator is not working and I cannot contact anyone else in my team. I also discover that the place is infested with thousands of alien rats that attack in hoards. I have a laser weapon, but I do not need it because somehow I know that I can telekenetically incinerate the alien rats with an intense fire, which I do so for the most part, though occasionally and randomly my powers "don't work" and I have to shoot the rats instead.

I eradicate the infestation in the part of the space center I am exploring but find that my team has repaired our ship and left without me. I am furious and frustrated but without a working communicator there is nothing I can do. I go back to the storage area to sort through what can be used and what cannot when the entire ship sudders suddenly. I look out a window and see that the rival ship that had been trying to stop us before has crashed into parts of the space center.

I am kind of worried because I do not want to be captured by the enemy, but on the other hand I would rather be a prisioner and taken care of than die alone on a ruined and abandoned space center. The other ship seems to use a tractor beam to pull the various parts of the space center together and then after a little while it detatched itself and flies away. I wander around a bit in the new sections of the space center that are now accessable and run into a member of the rival team who also seems to have been left behind. He is a handsome, muscular man with brown hair and he says his name is Jack or something.

We are suspicious of each other at first but soon conclude that we have to get alone to survive. He is not a fighter but an engineer and mechanic and could repair parts of the space center to make it livable, or even flyable, but he needs my telekenetic fire powers to kill the hoards of aggressive alien rats that are flooding into all parts of the space center now that it is reassembles.

We are able to secure one second of ship from the rats and make it livable, though I am not happy because there is only one bed and we have to share it. When we have to leave our secured area we go as a team and eradicate as many alien rats as we can. The dream becomes a bit blurred near the end and I think we succeed in eliminating the aliens and we start a romance but I cannot remember the details.

I finally broke my dry spell and had a lucid last night. Not only that, I remembered 4 dreams in the morning, which is the most I've been able to remember yet. Here they are in as best an order as I could remember~
Was in a very warped version of my math class. And by warped, I really just mean the length of the room was huge. A bunch of my classmates were there, and we were getting ready to leave class.
This part was a fragment. I was at a pool for whatever reason. It was inside an unknown building, and no one else was there.
In the next dream, I was in a very dim version of my school's library. I had my mind fixated on finding some book that I can't remember the title of.
This next one was lucid.
I went lucid instantly, thanks to the BILD method I assume. Maybe not instantly, but it probably dawned on me after a few seconds that I was dreaming. I was in a laboratory, with a computer in front of me flashing a warning message: DISARM THE BOMB. Under these words was a timer that was counting down from 30 seconds. I panicked and started frantically messing with the computer, tapping keys fruitlessly. I wasn't able to disarm it in time, and the whole lab started to blow up, but out of no where, a very pretty DC ran in from somewhere and told me that she was going to save me. She picked me up and ran me out of the lab as it was exploding. The dream then ended.

Yay for progress <3

The first of three dreams on May 10th, 2011:

I am with my parents in a distorted version of the city I was raised in. It is a very hot summer and we are going to a swimming center to cool off. When we get there the swimming center has three pools in different rooms. The first room has a pool that has been converted to an ice rink, even though are are many pillars throughout, and there are hockey players in black and grey jerseys practicing on it. The second pool is huge and looks like two olympic sized pools stuck together. The thid pool in the last room is an indoor wave pool but it is closed for repairs.

My parents go to the second pool, but I go into the first room to watch the hockey. The game is just ending and workers come out and do something to the ice which makes it melt right away. Some of the players take off their hockey gear and strip down to bathing suits and jump into the icy water. I stick my feet in but am not brave enough to get in the freezing water. Soon the workers return and begin draining the pool of the water. Tables are set up around the pillars in the pool and the tables are set for eating. A catering table is brought out and set up along one side of the pool and along the farthest end (in the shallow end) many tables are set up and hundreds of soapstone sculptures are put on display.

Many people come into the first room from the other pool and begin eating. I am fascinated by the range of sculptures and ignore everything else to look closely at and admire them. There are two young men also looking at the sculpures, one middle eastern man and a caucasian man who is very handsome. I catch the eye of the caucasian man and blush and turn my attention back to the sculptures, pretending not to have been looking at the handsome man. I recognize some of the soapstone sculptures as famous one or ones that I have made myself. Some also look farmiliar though I cannot remember where I have seen them before.

Time is warped somehow. I can feel myself moving slowing and everything around me is moving very fast. People come and go for their food in a blur and soon it is nighttime and the place is empty save for a few of the hockey players and the two young men I had seen before. They invite me over to the tables around the pillars to eat and I am excited to find that sushi is being served in abundance. Time seems to warp again and seen the hockey players are gone and only the two young men and I are left. We eat as much of the leftover sushi as we can because we don't want to see it thrown away and wasted.

After we have eaten our fill I go back to the soapstone sculptures and continue admiring them. There are two peices that I am really attracted to and the handome causasian man comes over to tell me that he created those. I am speechless with awe and embarassed to recieve his attention and say nothing, but he comes and stands very close to me and shows me with great detail and intimacy how he created his work. I just stand there with my head and heart spinning and blush.

There is an explosion outside. The middle eastern man comes running inside with some people I think are his family. There are more explosions and gunfire to be heard but none of us seem to know what is going on. Suddenly soldiers in black uniforms come barging in and seperate the middle wastern people from the causasian man and I. We try to tell the soldiers that they are our friends and innocent of anything, but they will not listen to us. The sounds of fighting continure outside and soon a commander dressed in American fatigues comes in and orders the middle eastern people arrested for terrorism. Again our pleas that they are innocent are ignored and they are carted away outside.

Most of the soldiers follow the commander out, except for two, who are left to keep guard over the handsome caucasian man and I as we are placed uder house arrest and cannot leave the pool area. We huddle and shiver in fear together.

Apparently my family had moved. We had moved to some somewhat shabby building that was apparently on EG, which was a slightly sketchy area. I was not pleased at all. The area was dull and there was a main road, practically almost a highway, right outside of it. I felt really unsafe there. At one point I had wanted to take a bike ride somewhere for some reason, but seeing all the shady looking kids scared me.

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I was at school. We were apparently having a Valentine's day dance right in the school. I was walking back and forth the halls, not sure what I was doing there since I didn't ever go to the gym for the dance. There was a random snack table in the front and I kept grabbing these oreo knockoff cookies. They were really good. At one point I started flying despite not being lucid; it was sort of like I was sitting on air but treading water with my hands. As I passed down the hall Mr. P. saw me and commented on my funny way of flying.

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I was with my sister. She was driving me somewhere in this weird little white car. We squeezed in and she put on the radio. I didn't like the music so I searched for DM on her radio thing, but it wasn't there to my disappointment.

We're very poor and have an extremely strict budget to live on. While on our way to a food shop I notice a jewelry shop. I can't help but drool over some of the trinkets while my (ex) man waits outside. I come out, very depressed, knowing we can never afford anything in there, especially not the necklaces I love so much. I tell my man so and he drops everything, practically running into the store. I can hear him asking about second hand jewelry.

A friend that I suddenly notice with me asks me if I'm happy. I smile and say that although I think it's a nice gesture of him to do this for me, I do wish he'd have done it later while I was not here. I explain that I know he will buy something, and just come out and hand it to me, rather than saving it to give to me on Mother's Day, for example, which is in a few days. As I predict, he does just as I said he would. I ask him to take it back and give it to me on Mother's Day.

Suddenly we're mugged by a very tall man who doesn't even bother to hide his face. A fight breaks out, and its actually me that's kicking his ass while my man watches from the sidelines. I am so angry, telling the thief that his is so low for stealing from people who can't even afford to buy food. There is going to be a court case and I'm very emotional.

Dream skip and I'm at a garbage can outside that same jewelry store, sorting through what I find in there, looking for something of value. I'm shocked at my luck that I actually find something - a fairly expensive set that someone has taken a few pieces off and thrown the rest away. It looks as though they took only a few pairs of ear rings and tossed the rest, which includes some bangles and a ring. It's not really my style, all in kind of a floral print, but beggars can't be choosers, as they say. I notice a price tag that reads $124.99. I also find some ornate elephants that are covered in dirt which I wipe carefully away.

I'm in a used bookstore, and as I'm browsing the titles I come across a book that my dear friend and I bought together in waking reality. I am disturbed to realize that this is the self same book, still inscribed with our names inside the front cover. Upset, I continue looking around, getting more distraught to see that two or more of our old treasures are also here, things we bought together, like the Spirit Cards. It breaks my heart that she would give these things up, and my mind races, thinking maybe she doesn't want any reminds of me now that I am living so far away. I resolve to call her.

I am back at my Grandparent's old house in North Vancouver, that my dear friend and I nicknamed "Spider Palace". I look out the front door to see a very very large post sorting facility kind of wall thing. Kind of like over sized post boxes. I see an old man who looks like he's had a rough life and realize that I don't live in this house anymore, he's the tenant now. He checks his post at the strange post wall.

I notice now that in the drive way that he is walking up, I've placed some signs, one of which says "Open for Business". I go to get them wondering how I can change them to read "Closed for X-Mas holidays". The postman arrives and he's sorting the post. The over sized post boxes have huge pictures of cartoon characters on them, like Tweety Bird and Sylvester the Cat. I open one and put something specific into it for... my son?

Dream skip and I am talking to my man. I plan to ride a horse north for some reason, and I am asking him if he thinks the horse will run too fast.

I only have vague fragments where I was sitting in the principals office, ratting on some people. The culprits were sittting in front of me, so everything was awkward. They looked sad and scared.

Dream - Lucid

I remember being with my coworker, Dakota. He and I were going through some kind of video game scenario where I had to collect 160 items (they were just a bunch of random items).

We were running through an old building. The building had 3 stories. I could get to the first two easily. I did so as I ran through the hallways, collecting all the items. When I finished doing that, I realized I still was lacking about 30 items. I remember asking Dakota how I could get to the third story. I don't remember what he said, but after that, I got to the third story and collected the rest of the items.

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I remember being on vacation. I think Mary Katherine was there. I remember swimming in a pool outside on a sunny day. Then, I remember something about exploding cats in the pool. Belle, my kitten, was one of them. I was mad at my mom for killing the cats. I also remember something about different pools being open at different times. I remember dreading the end of my vacation.

I also remember being able to breathe underwater as I swam in the pool. It was supposed to be something called "circular breathing" (something I learned about when I was in band in waking life). I could breathe through my nose under the water if I did it a certain way.

I remember waking up in the middle of swimming and breathing underwater.

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I was in a hair salon. I was supposed to be getting my hair cut (which I desperately need to do in waking life -_-). I sat down in a chair, and the lady asked me what I wanted. I told her
"Just a trim, to get rid of these janky highlights."
I then asked her if layers would look good, and she told me she didn't think so. I told her to skip the layers then.

The lady then proceeded to dump a bowl of milk on my head to wet my hair. I thought that was weird. It was apparently supposed to be healthy for your hair. I remember feeling the cold of the milk spilling over my head and down onto the smock that they had put on me. She then combed it out and started cutting away. I noticed that she was cutting it way too short. I heard her say something about a bob cut. I told her to please not do that. She laughed and said she wasn't.

She finished hacking off my hair, and it actually looked quite nice. The back was covered in bright orange, yellow, and red highlights, though they were only temporary colors. I put my hair up in a ponytail. It really looked good! I remember seeing my coworker, Kim, and she said she really liked my hair. I told her thank you.

I walked up to the counter to pay. No one was there. I waited...and waited...and waited. Still, no one showed up. I decided to leave. I'm not going to sit here and wait to pay if no one's gonna come take my money. As I started to leave, this HUGE, long tongue of some beast whipped out of nowhere and smacked me. If I tried to move, it would try to hit me. It was kind of freaky. The tongue also looked like it had been injured; it looked like the pink skin had been peeled back on half of it to reveal a white interior. Ew.

So I guess this was weird, because I realized I must be dreaming. I did a finger count to make sure...6 fingers on my left hand. I decided I needed to get out of there, it was such a silly situation. I remember seeing Kacey and laughing, telling her to come with me. She looked different, however. Her hair was darker and her face just looked different. She didn't follow me as I flew into the air.

I remember flying through some casino or arcade. I would fly up through the roof, and then down back into the building. I didn't want to lose the dream.

Then, I remember being back at the hair salon where the giant tongue was. I remembered that I had wanted to try to use my new portal system to try to visit Teraluna. I approached a wall and drew a circle. Hmm, too small. I drew another one, and it seemed big enough. I wrote "Teraluna" inside of it, and colored the circle in.

I jumped through into a black room. In front of me to my right was an opening into another place. I entered it. I was in some condo by the beach. I took off and flew out of the room. I smiled as I flew over a beautiful landscape of flowing waters, trees, and other plants. All of the colors were very vivid. The water was some of the clearest water I have ever seen in my life. The lighting told me that it must be dusk.

I decided to follow the flow of the water to the ocean. I flew over creeks, small lakes, and rivers, and finally got to the ocean. It looked like dusk over the calm sea. I laughed and said
"This is Teraluna!"
I did some finger counts while I was here, and I always counted 5 fingers, though I still knew I was dreaming.
It was so beautiful!