non-lucid

I was at a random school, apparently my school, but it was much bigger in every aspect; even the ceiling was massively taller. I wanted to go to the gym for some reason. I wanted to check something in the changeroom without looking conspicuous because there was apparently security cameras. I quickly went in and looked around, then pretended to try to find someone. I quickly left again.

Somehow I got into the gym. But it was one of those gyms that had a divider that divided it into multiple smaller gyms. I went to one of them and saw a massive group of people there; apparently a summer camp had been visiting my school's swimming pool (even though my school doesn't have one IRL). I saw a bunch of people seated on the gym floor too. They were wearing grey shirts that reminded me of my old summer camp's uniforms. There I saw JU among some other random people.

I went up to him, but there was a kid beside him that looked just like him but when he was younger. I kept waving at that kid, but when I approached I realized that the real JU was the older looking one. We all laughed at the misconception. Then JU started telling me that apparently some guy named Nick Nickyson at my school liked me (I was confused at this point because there are several Nicks at my school IRL, and some of their last names were similar, but not the same). JU described him as having black hair and dark eyes (this confused me even more because I kept trying to relate to a IRL Nick, but none of them matched). He then told me that when I was at BR, he was the one who payed for my ice cream. I then saw myself in a sort of flashback thing where I was eating ice cream with a chocolate covered and sprinkled cone at BR with some friends. I nodded at JU and told him that it must have been why Nick was pissed off, though I still had no clue who it really was or when I had even last conversed with him. I have something written down about swimsuits too, but I can't remember.

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I was with my mother in a NF parking lot. It was nighttime. Apparently she had stolen a bunch of groceries, and I was confused as to why. I hugged her and asked quietly, "Are we really that short on money?" She started crying and said yes. I started telling her that we could cut down on some things, but it ended quickly.

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I was with my mother again. It was daytime, but a gloomy grey day with moderate temperature and slight wind. We were outside by a park, and on a bench were all these kittens lined up on it. For some reason we were supposed to pick a kitten to take home with us, and each kitten had its own "bonus" that came with it in a package. We were trying to pick one. They all had full fluffy coats except for this one terrified looking tabby on the left. The majority of the kittens had tinges of really bright red in their coats. We ended up picking one in the middle that was labelled "Red Calico". It was indeed a calico, but it had really strong red spots in the middle of its patches. We picked it up and left.

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I was at what was apparently my old school again. We were playing some sort of game. It was daytime and sunny, and we seemed to be near RA field. There was a huge fenced area, and within it was a lush grassy field that went downhill. The game consisted of something about picking dandelions. I hopped over the low part of the fence near the highest part of the hill. I went in, got some dandelions, and jumped back over again.

I jumped back in again, but it eventually lead to some sort of underground tunnel thing. This led up to a series of random events that I can't remember in order.

One of the events was that there was some random show at my school. It was supposedly to showcase every class. The show took place within a very large tower. I remember watching it and seeing some floats come out of it, the floats showing off some schoolwork. It had something to do with a book that the Gr. 4s had read or something. At some point I remember seeing Mrs. CH there, and I offered to play a piece for the show, and she agreed.

At one point I was at some random grassy field. I went into this large dirt ditch that had some sort of roof over it. The ditch was filled with bright orange lava that was spilling out of a drainage tube. This ditch apparently led to that same network of tunnels in the field and to the show's tower.

I was eventually teleported into the top of the tower. It resembled the hallways of my old school. I went to the top of the tower and there was a bunch of people from my old school. Apparently there was some sort of homecoming celebration, and all the girls were fretting about what they were going to wear. I asked my mother at one point if it was appropriate to just wear my grad dress, but she said no.

I went down the stairs again. The castle was made of grey-white stones, but the inside of the tower had a blue-ish tinge. I remember I had to go to the bathroom, and there was something about going underground again. Apparently a brick in the stairs could be knocked out to reveal the tunnels (very MC-esque). I think I punched it out and went under.

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I was on some random street. It seemed to be evening; the street had a faint orange-yellow glow to it as if it were sunset. I was searching through a bag that was at the back of a random car. The bag apparently held random clothes from AJ, and I was trying to find clothes for this homecoming thing. I had on the red lace dress from the dream from the previous night, and was trying to find matching things for it. I planned to wear the red lace slippers, but I couldn't find them as I searched frantically in the clear plastic bag. I decided I would have to do without, so I took some goth boots. I tried to find red fishnets, but couldn't find any. At one point someone else searched in the bag with me, but they were looking for their own things. Then the dream ended.

It's kinda hard to remember where it started but I remember that I was at my friends house. We were having fun talking about the new game he just bought: Amnesia (actual scary game). Amnesia is a game made to scare the crap out of you. You start out in a room high in a castle having know idea where or why you're there. As the game goes on, you start having flashbacks and weird memories. This makes it to where you sometimes see monsters or here weird noises. The worst part is that you can't fight. You have only one choice: to run and hide. It's a pretty awesome game.

Anyway, he starts his computer and we take turns playing it. When it's my turn to play, my dream perspective changes to 1st person of me in the game. I start out in this weird room with lots of different machinery. I remember that the game is kind of a puzzle so you have to do many things before you can escape. I see this button on a counter and decide to press it. As soon as I press it, I heard a loud scream . I turn around frantically but see nothing. I turn back to the button and press it again. I heard another loud scream and I started to hear banging on a door (I didn't realize that there was a door in the room). I'm trying to find the door and then I hear it bust open. I turn around and see all these thugs (they're suppose to be scary monsters) coming at me; about four thugs coming at me. I apparently die and start the level again. I did the buttons again and then I picked up a giant iron ball like thing. As soon as the thugs came into the door, I threw it at them and they all died and disappeared.

Then a boy comes through the door with sad eyes and gives me a twenty dollar bill. Confused, I continue through the door the thugs just came out of and then I come back to my friends room because it was sadly my brothers turn .

I got up and went outside. It was nighttime. My friend's room was a whole building to himself, which was kind of weird. I walked across his drive way into another building. I saw a long hall way when I walked in with a bunch of rooms to my right. I walked in to the first room and found a bedroom/restroom. There was a shower nozzle on the left wall with water spraying onto a bed. In the back there was a toilet and another bed with a bean bag chair to it's right. I decide to go to the restroom but forget the door is open. While I'm trying to take a crap, my brother walks in on me! I yelled at him to get out and he just shrugged and walked down the hallway .

Then, my dream shifts again and I'm in this two story building with a bunch of what seems like teenagers. I look at a big banner that is hanging above a giant wood floor that said," High School Prom." I kinda smile a little bit but I see no one I know. I decide just to act crazy and I went down to the dance floor . There, I meet these two people I've never seen in all of my life. They start complaining that they will never be able to dance with a girl. I laugh and go to a random girl and ask her if she wants to dance. When I do, she turns around and I see that it is one of my friends at my real school. She smiles, says yes, and we start to dance. After a while, we go to a rectangular section of the room with a giant stained glass window for a wall. Through it, all I see is a full moon. I smile and howl for no reason. She laughs and soon everyone is howling. I laugh and then my dream shifts again.

I don't remember the rest after that part but I remember that even though I couldn't control it, it was a good dream.

Astrid from Fringe helps me and some others escape from somewhere out in the desert, but then she is chased onto a plane and leaves us. Back in the "safehouse" I confess my love to P but kind of like someone else. Actually as I confess I am cuddling with another girl, who in my memory looks very similar to P. On the day we're supposed to leave our compound I try and use the bathroom but the seat of the toilet won't go up all the way and the ceiling is way too low. I also notice my pet dog's feet under the stall, he's using the toilet! As I leave I find out the house is on fire and the fire department is here, they try to write us up for letting Bear go to the bathroom inside. I try to dissuade him but I have to go!

I fly off towards the city which is like a video game, in a circle and in a could haze of fog with buildings sticking up. People in uniforms shoot at me in the city and I shoot back and fly around, taking their weapons and ammo, like a video game. I realize the people dressed as old colonial Englishmen are on my side, but they don't really do anything. Eventually I meet up with Astrid in a warehouse/hanger, but we're cornered by the lead bad guy (who is a girl) and try to explain that Astrid is not a mastermind. Then this grey Alien attacks, the bad guy's gun does nothing but highlight's the alien's screens on it's phone so we all have to run, squeeze through open windows, run up stairs and it's still gaining on us so I wake my self up.

Upon awakening I'm thinking that this thing is smarter, faster and stronger than both the Alien and Predator combined! (Stronger than a Predalien?)

Dream - Lucid

I was at some weird amusement park. I’m not sure what was going on, it was kind of videogame-esque. I remember seeing characters climbing these ladders to get to the top of something. Some of them kept falling, but would catch a ladder before they hit the ground.

I also remember some type of indoor roller coaster. We were trying to get to a part of the coaster that they were going to use, but decided not to. I knew it was probably a dead end, but we tried anyway. We opened up this passageway that looked like a mouth, and we were going into a throat. We rode the coaster to the end. Sure enough, at the end there was another mouth, but not more tracks. We had reached a dead end. I was wondering how we would get back. I remember the whole time a female voice was guiding the process and making suggestions.

The last thing I remember is watching the roller coaster car exit through the water through a tunnel topped with a flock of cartoon vultures. Their talons formed the tunnel.

~

I remember a dream about band camp. I remember being outside. Then something about Ryan and I talking about getting married.

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I was watching myself in 3rd person, but it didn’t look like me. I, however, knew it was me. It was almost like a movie. I was taller with long, black hair. Some of it was pulled back. I was wearing a green dress that reminded me of the 50’s. I was pregnant with Ryan’s baby. Someone was measuring my stomach. I seemed happy. I thought that I had quit smoking by now since I was so far along. The belly looked almost like there was a pillow under my dress.
I then remember going to a gym to work out. I was self-conscious about myself, since I was pregnant. I saw my exposed belly, because I was wearing a sports bra (all of this is still in 3rd person) as I got on a treadmill. Then, I noticed the lady next to me was pregnant too. She had a lot of zig-zagged scars on her belly though. I then knew that she had had a lot of abortions, and the scars were from that.

Then, I was back in 1st person and myself again. I was with Ryan, overlooking what was supposed to be my grandparents’ house. It was overlooking a lake. There was also a walkway from the house that went out into the lake; it looked like it was made out of random floating objects. I recalled a story to Ryan about how my grandparents liked to go out and sit at the end of the walkway, but my grandma had gotten so old, that she couldn’t walk out there anymore, and my grandpa had to carry her. I was very sad as I recalled this, and I cried.

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I was lying in Ryan’s bed. It was morning. I knew I was dreaming, and started to feel myself leave my body, as if I was having an OBE almost. I opened my eyes, and my vision was super distorted; one of my eyes was seeing one perspective and the other eye was seeing something else. It was like…one of my eyes was seeing out of my real eye, and the other out of a dream eye. Holy crap it was weird. That kept happening over and over again. I kept going back “in” my body, and feeling sleep paralysis overcome me, and I would “re-enter” the dream (even though I was already dreaming). I’d get up, and my vision was always distorted. I kept trying to fix it by saying to myself “Detach to your dream body, detach to your dream body…”, but I couldn’t fix my vision.

Then, I remember getting up again in this strange state, with my vision all distorted. I could see my nose at the end of my face, but when I lifted my hands into my field of effed-up vision, I couldn’t see them at all. I did this again at some point soon after this, and tried to poke my finger through my hand. This is where things get real trippy. I saw two sets of my hands; one that looked solid that my finger wouldn’t go through, and then another almost out to the side that was transparent, that my finger would go through. Then, I saw that second set of hands again in a black space. They were merely outlines of hands filled with tiny blue dots. I thought that this was something astral, but I wasn’t sure. The whole thing was very strange.

Then, I remember getting up again, and worrying that I was acting out everything that I was dreaming. Ryan would think I was absolutely crazy. I worried about that for awhile. Then, I remember getting up and Ryan being awake. He pointed to a spot on the bed that looked like poo. He told me I did that. I said really? I did? And he said no, he was just kidding. O_O

Then, I remember being in my strange lucid/whatever the fuck kind of state I was in again. I was trying to leave my “real” body to enter my dream body again. I remember Dr. D, my data analysis teacher being there. I was trying to show her and some other people that I was lucid, that it was a dream, and I could do some really crazy things. I started to phase myself through tons of different surfaces; I remember one being chain-link fence. It felt weird to phase through that. The surfaces appeared one after the other after the other.

I then remember getting a grade sheet back from Dr. D about what I did. There were two grades on there: An A and a B. Next to the A she wrote something about how great of a teacher I was. The B didn’t say anything next to it, but I think it was my grade on how I was phasing through all that stuff.

The weird thing is, I knew I was dreaming in the dream, but I didn't know I was dreaming that I was dreaming...does that make sense? I have no idea what to make of that; I was lucid, but it was a weird state of lucidity. o_O

This whole dream was very mixed up. I had no idea what order things happened in when I woke up.

It took place in a city, and whenever I dream about a city, my brain tells me that it's New York City. I think that's my dream sign, because I dream about cities a lot and I live nowhere near one.

Ryan was there being his Douche-baggy self. He was wearing his black underarmour shirt and tan dress pants that he wore to walk his obnoxious dog. I remember messing around with a music book for bass voice which had been written in with blue ink. I believe that was associated with seeing Ryan.

In another part of the dream, I was selling stuff to some very strange looking people on the street. I remember getting 20 dollars from one person and either 19 or 18 dollars from another. One of the people I sold to looked like a goblin from Harry Potter but it was as tall as I am with it's legs accounting for 80% of it's height. Its arms were the length of mine. He was pretty spindly-lookin' but he was not ungraceful. I don't remember what I was selling at all. After the whole salesman thing, I went to my truck with the intent to give Courtney V a ride. Don't know how she got there. I then realized, "Hey, I don't need to move my truck!" Guess I wasn't going far. Courtney walked away and I walked towards a building. I don't remember what happened next.

In another part of the dream, I was at this beach house and I heard my mom upstairs telling Tom and Noah to stay downstairs and to make smart decisions or something.

I've lost a lot of sleep the past few days. 2 hours Thursday night so no dreams. This is from Friday night when I got 5.

I was at ballroom dance classes on the indoor balcony of the hotel I was staying at IRL. This setting was not a perfect rendition of the real thing but it was definitely recognizable. This balcony is on the second floor elevator landing and overlooks the lobby. It's spacious and there are small tables all around. I salsa dance with Kara rather awkwardly. This is strange because I'm a decent dancer... Theres this really good dancer who I think is leading the class. He's foreign but I can't think of his nationality. something European. He's partnered with...Himself?? One of him has a bass voice and one of him has a tenor voice. They sing Bohemian Rhapsody together perfectly in front of like this green screen montage of road scenes. Very strange. I woke up with the song stuck in my head.

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was outside some kind of large building that was shaped like a coliseum but looked more like a modern church or office complex. The walls were glass up through the bottom half of the building. The top half of the building was concrete. The building seemed to be circular.

I was separated by the building by some kind of big lawn and possibly a road. The lawn had a slope down and then a slope back up, at the top of which was the building. I ran down the slope and then across some kind of road.

On the other side of the road was something like yellow tape. I had to cross under the tape.

At some point in time I realized that my brother had gotten a ticket for a Smashing Pumpkins concert, which was taking place in the large building. I had been too slow in getting tickets, and now the event was all sold out.

Somewhere I could sense that there was a huge line of people waiting to head into the building. It seemed to be on a side of the building pretty widely separated from where I was.

I then had a conversation with some man who I couldn't see, and who may not even have been there at all. I was telling him that I actually didn't want to go to the Smashing Pumpkins concert, and that I wasn't looking for a ticket to get into the show. I especially didn't want to wait in line. I explained to the man that I was heading to the building for some other reason.

Dream #2

I was looking at some kind of art work or map or ancient illustration. It was scrawly and full of line-figures and stick-figures, like some of the artwork of Pascale Marthine Tayou.

The more I looked at the art work, the more I came to understand that it was a story about a brother and sister in an Asian royal family.

The brother and sister were in a grove of what I may have thought of as "lime trees," though the fruit of the trees was actually small and yellow, like miniature lemons. The trees were all pretty small, maybe ten feet tall, very trim, and set in very ordered, square plots with a grid or maze of dirt paths between the plots.

The sister was older, maybe eleven or twelve years old. She wore a very traditional looking kimono or robe made of silk and colored yellow and green. She may also have worn some kind of white headdress that rose up high from her forehead. The brother was younger and may have actually been wearing a modern, pale blue polo shirt and pale grey shorts.

The brother and sister were playing a game of hide and seek in the grove of trees. It may have been more like a chasing game than a game of hide and seek. But underlying this game there was some sort of intrigue. The little brother was being made ready for some large responsiblity. But the older sister was trying to keep the brother down, hold him back from the honorable duty.

I now saw the scroll of scrawly drawings again. The grove was there, though somehow the garden now looked more like a radish patch. Radishes may have been visible, as if they were represented as growing above the ground.

I then saw a column of hieroglyphs, with something that looked like a ladder drawn beside it. I may have thought of the hieroglyphs as Egyptian, although there was one glyph of a rabbit's head that looked more like a Mayan (?) glyph.

My eyes scanned up the column of glyphs very closely, and before I knew it, I was climbing up the scrawly ladder drawing beside the glyphs. I kept climbing up and up, trying to discern in the glyphs the story of the brother and sister.

I now looked down. I was incredibly high in the air, far above the garden, which was real again. Below me on the ladder were some of my family members, possibly including my brother, who was right behind me.

The ladder felt very shaky. I thought I was going to fall off of it. The people on the ladder below me may have expressed their need to support me so I didn't fall off the ladder.

Dream #3

I was out on the balcony of some enormous building which was like an office complex and an apartment building combined. The balcony spiraled around the building. It was a concrete ramp, and it kind of reminds me now of the Guggenheim museum.

Off to the side of the ramp were entrances to exhibit-like spaces which were actually offices or working spaces. I may have walked into one of these spaces at one point. I may have realized that this whole building was some kind of huge complex for gifted thinkers.

I was back out on the balcony. The balcony still spiraled, but instead of spiraling along the outside of the building, it seemed to be spiraling along some kind of interior, like the building was o-shaped, with the inside open to the sky, and the balcony running along the inside of the "o" in an upward spiral.

I lay down on my stomach on some kind of concrete bench that allowed me to look down to the next level of the building. I saw a man and a woman walking out of one of the working spaces. This working space had automatic, sliding-glass doors.

As the man and woman walked through the doors, I heard a woman behind and above me tell her male companion, "Oh, look. There they go. Probably on their way to make some kind of huge takeover."

I understood from this that the man and woman were known as financial geniuses. The woman behind me was assuming, with admiration, that the man and woman had been in the working space plotting some kind of huge corporate buyout that would end up being wildly successful. However, I had a feeling that this assumption wasn't true, and that the man and woman were kind of sick of people always assuming this kind of stuff about them.

On a bench tiered down from my bench, a very good-looking man lay on his stomach. He was white, with bronze-tanned skin, curly, red-blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was tall and slimly muscular. He wore khaki shorts and no shirt.

The man was thinking about me. I could read his mind. He was thinking something like, "Well, he's at it again, observing everybody and coming up with insights." But I didn't feel like this was true. I felt like I was just kind of hanging out. And it kind of irked me that people always had to think I was having all these insights. (?????)

The man was attracted to me. He actually thought he could sneak up and lay down beside me on my bench. For some reason I now had a blanket on me as well. He actually came up onto my bench and lay down under my blanket. He then got up as if he were going to lay down right on me. We were both in just our underwear.

I was suddenly feeling really attracted to this guy. This surprised me, since I'm not gay, but it didn't bother me at all. I actually liked the idea. I thought that I might just roll over onto my back so that the guy could lay on me and we could be face to face. I figured that he could rub against me and that we could get each other off that way while we were both still in our underwear.

But the guy didn't give me enough time. He lay on me while I was still on my stomach. So he was on my back. But he lay on me so that we were back to back. That seemed kind of awkward to me. Then, suddenly, the man's body began to kind of evaporate. The man's whole body began to sink into my body. The man eventually vanished into me entirely.

(I believe that at this point I woke up, or went into a semi-waking state. As I lay there I thought, Well, I guess the man's spirit has possessed my body. Oh, well. The thought that the man's spirit had possessed me seemed more interesting than worrying.)

Dream #4

I was walking through some kind of complex at night. It was like a shopping complex mixed with a park and a university campus. There was some kind of event going on there. It may have been something like a convention for psychic people.

I may now have been walking quickly or even running through some maze-like concrete path between a bunch of small mounds of lawny grass. As I was doing this, I was hearing or remembering some story about a young man who had been psychic and had had to go through some series of struggles because of his abilities.

I now saw some weird kind of room under one of the mounds of lawny grass. It was visible through a glass or plexiglass wall. It was a very small room, lit with gentle light. It had two black, leather chairs that looked like dentists' chairs.

Above the room was a sign. The sign looked like the sign for a haunted-house-type ride for an amusement park. The sign was just one long word, which I'm pretty sure began with "A," but which meant something like "phantasmagoria."

I turned around and walked around the right side of this room and lawn-mound. I found a young, black man sitting in a weird seat that was somehow connected to the room. The man looked like he may have been in college. But he also had some grey hair. He was overweight, and he wore kind of thick glasses. He had a gentle, smiling demeanor.

The seat was like a combination between an auditorium desk and some kind of fake race-car seat for an arcade game. But it was also surrounded by a concrete-and-plexiglass structure. Also, around the seat were black, plastic surfaces that could be pushed down a little bit, almost like the fronts for garbage cans in fast food restaurants.

The man "told" me, probably through telepathy, about a story he was writing for his college class. It was about a Jewish man who wanted to play on the football team at his college. But the rest of the team was black men. The black men just bullied the Jewish man in all kinds of ways. But the Jewish man kept working hard, and eventually he became a successful member of the football team.

The man got up and walked away as he "told" me that his teacher and his classmates really hated the story. They all said there was no way it could be successful. And he was really afraid it would get a bad grade.

The man, who may not even have been nearby anymore, "told" me, "Nobody wants to see a black man write a story about a Jewish man who succeeds despite black people's efforts to make him fail. All they want to see is stories about black people struggling against mean white people. But I'm sticking to my story."

I walked around the strange seat the man had been sitting in. I may have pressed down on some of the black surfaces. But I then thought to the room. The seat seemed to be connected to the room by some kind of passageway set into the concrete of the walkways, like some kind of trench or indentation.

But I didn't like the thought of taking the walkway into the room. I didn't seem to feel certain that I would actually see the room if I went that way. So I decided to walk up the mound of lawn instead. I figured that once I got up to the top of the mound I could look down into the room and see into it that way, as if the room had no ceiling.

Dream #5

I was in some small apartment, which was my family's house. I was sat on some kind of mat or towel. The mat was set in front of and just a couple meters away from the front door.

A group of kids, one of whom may have been one of my nephews, also stood on the mat, to my right. There were probably three kids. These kids were all getting ready to rehearse a dance they were going to perform for some kind of show like American Idol.

The kids were apparently very good. The person who was training them was actually some kind of important person for the show. He was serious about training the kids to develop their potential so they could win. I was pretty impressed by the kids when I realized this situation.

The man was now there, and he was probably standing with a parent, possibly even my mother. They both stood right before the door.

Another kid now came into the apartment. He was a little, skinny, black boy. He wore a dull-gold jacket, like a Starter jacket for the 49ers. He was extremely late. He obviously felt a little bad about being late, but he was trying not to show it. He made some kind of threatening dance move right in front of the other kids and then seemed to walk off somewhere else.

The boy's father now walked into the apartment. He was kind of tall, a little on th heavy side. He also wore a dull gold Starter jacket. He had a little stubble, some of which was grey. The kids didn't really like the boy, and it seemed pretty obvious that the adults didn't like the father. The father stood off to the right side of the room.

I was a little annoyed that everybody else was just letting the father feel shoved off to the side. So I stood up and walked up to him. I shook his hand and patted him on the back. He and I exchanged some words in a mild tone of voice. He seemed to feel like I cared about him, so I went back to sitting on the mat.

One of the kids ended up pointing over to a group of pictures hung up on the wall in something like a hallway off to our left. I now seemed to be surrounded by my nephews and niece. We all went over to the pictures.

My oldest nephew seemed to be identified somehow with my niece, who is the youngest in the group of siblings. Some of the pictures had signs connected with them. The signs were green and had yellow lettering. They kind of looked like bumper stickers.

I asked my nephew/niece if she could read some of the words on the signs. For some reason I thought I should have him/her look away from the signs. Then I had him/her look back to the wall. I asked him/her, "Now can you find a word with double-letters in it?"

I was thinking of a sign that had the word "express" in it. So the double-letters I was hoping my nephew/niece would locate were "ss." My nephew/niece was now in my arms. I held him/her up close to the wall, right in front of the sign with the word "express" in it.

It seemed to be difficult for my nephew/niece to find the word I was referring to. But I knew that my nephew/niece would eventually find the word.

However, I then wondered about this challenge. I wondered why it would be impressive if my nephew proved himself able to find the word. My nephew was pretty old. He should be able to read. I would actually have to be worried if he couldn't find the word. It was something he should absolutely know by this time. And he probably should have been able to find the word by now.

I actually began to wonder if my nephew was actually the age he was. I may actually also have begun to question whether I was holding my nephew or my niece. I figured that if I was holding my niece, that would make a lot more sense. My niece was a lot younger. This kind of challenge might make more sense for someone her age.

As far as I remember, I dreamed that me, my dad and his girlfriend were fighting or running away from a witch of sorts. The witch had a ring that we needed for reasons I don't quite remember. I recall myself walking along a street had houses that seemed quite medival on both sides of me. It felt like the city was modelled after the way they looked 300-400 years ago. At some point, I encountered the witch and failed to steal the ring from her and, which forced me to run away.

Then I ended up at my dads house, where I apparently had to get changed for some reason. He wanted me to put on a blazer and a button-up, so I did. I had to go fetch the blazer from somewhere, and when I found it, the arms were folded up and it was slightly creasy. After I had put the blazer on, I was going to change my pants and put on a pair of red chinos that were nearby. But when I was about half-done with putting them on, they changed colour to white (at this point, I think I was close to achieving lucidity). When I was fully done with putting them on, they had changed to jeans. I remember thinking this was extremely wierd. Then I realized the pants were a bit too long, so I folded them up a little. The house I was in was a model of my dads place but with more defined contrasts between the old parts and the parts that he had renovated. Once I had gotten dressed, I was told we were going out biking.

Next thing I know I'm biking up a mountainside with my dad, Jennifer (the girlfriend) and a relative of my dads. My bike was dragging something behind it up the mountain, but I don't recall what it was. I distinctly remember it being red though. I was biking a bit ahead of everyone else, and was told to slow down in order for them to catch up. A short while after that we had to get off our bikes in order to walk up a hill. There were several houses dotted out around us. Then we walked past what I can only describe as a fusion between a small house and a car. It had the bottom-side of a car and instead of seats and whatever there was a small house. It was rather big. I recall it very vividly. I can still see the shape of it inside my head, and twist it around and look inside it. It seemed like the inside of it was slightly larger than the actual car, though. We were apparently on our way to a house at the top of the mountain to have a chat with the owners. I distincly recall not really needing to be there, so I started looking around for alternative things to do. I remember myself looking at some kind of map in order to see what existed. The map had names, but I can't quite remember them at the moment.

Then I suddenly find myself walking alone through a forest. I come upon a lake of sorts, in which I see a boat with a person behind it. Then the boat starts speeding forward and I realize that the person is on waterskis. I distinctly recall wanting to try it really badly, but before anything else could happen I woke up.

It's Easter and to celebrate that I'm spending the whole day in the form of a polar bear cub. In front of me there is a tower. I go inside. There is a long wooden table and some people inside it. I spot the ladders to the top of the tower. Climbing them as a little bear is hard, but I manage to do it. When I'm almost at the top. A guy passes me. He doesn't even look at me. Now I can see the feet of the people at the top of the tower. Suddenly I change back into human. I try to transform into a bear, but I don't succeed. I see a woman coming back down. She must not see me as a human. I back down the ladders (there were lots of ladders, each one had four steps, and an about one square metre platform between them). It is a lot easier when I'm human. Now I manage to transform back into a bear. The woman passes me without looking at me. Now I have two ladders to climb. I manage the first one with some difficulties, but when I have almost got up, I suddenly find myself falling down. Two seconds later I'm lying on the table. I leave the tower and transform back into a human. If I can't climb there, I'll fly there! I start running, jump into the air and stay there. Flapping my hands, I rise into the level of the house next to me. In the backyard of the house there is someone I know (I can't remember who it was). There are also two boys. They are wearing costumes. The other one points at me. "He's flying! Cool!" I fly back to ground. I notice three brass instruments. "The boys just took up playing trombones", my friend, whoever he was, explains me. That's the last thing I remember.

It's 3:00 AM so I don't remember much.
Ants chasing me around a racetrack
I remember ants chasing me in the dream for no reason around this go-cart track and when I finished all 3 laps, the ants would freeze in place, and my surroundings would become a little darker and the word complete with my racing time would show up infront of me. Before the ants showed up, there were originally a bunch of my cousins there racing with me and NO ANTS but they left after a few races. I remember me and my brother racing a few times afterward but I won almost all of them.

I then remember me and Jake running from the ants until I got to the car and started it and we drove to a spot on our property where Daniel (cousin) was there with a truck that looked like a tan toyota tundra. It didn't work right and we were working on it for a bit until we just let him ride with us.

Super Smash Bros (again)
We drove to Maw-Maw's house and got there at dark and Ben (cousin) and Aunt Jody were playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl inside. Jody's nickname had WRDEN on the game they were playing. Well Daniel, Jake and I found a wii outside next to an outdoor mounted TV. We hooked it up and played it for a bit but me and daniel talked for a bit and realized if his mom inside realized that he was here, then when she leaves, he will most likely have to go with her. So we try to keep the sound down and lower the brightness of the tv. Daniel kinda hides every now and then.

Random outburst of anger?
I then see Ben come outside from inside and I ask him if he is done inside and he said loudly and angrily, "Yeah we're done playing and play my wii outside fine I DON'T CARE" and as he says that last part he grabs the wii with all the cords plugged in and throws it into the woods cords, controllers and all. He then gets in his truck and drives off. We spend the rest of the dream picking up the stuff for the wii until I wake up.
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April 17, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at 2am, woke up at 12, laid in bed half awake until 1pm. Woke up with a headache. Motifs of foreboding, weird adventures, gloomy days, family. Lately, I've had a lot of ominous, weird dreams. Usually my dreams are more carefree. Also I didn't have even one lucid dream this weekend, which is unusual. Something's going on?

Entry 005
I'm in the basement of my grandparent's house. For some reason the entire basement is made up of sand and dirt, and off in the corner there is a dock in an underground ocean that seems to stretch on forever. I'm with my cousin, Sam. We're told to dig. The door upstairs disappears. As we're digging, we strike some kind of artifact. It looks like an egyptian canopic jar with a hawk's head as a lid. The hawk's eyes glint at me. My cousin and I step away; there is something ominous and threatening about the artifact. As we step away we see a woman in the corner of the room. Her body is blackened and decaying, and strips of moldering gauze hang from her black hair and limbs. We're suddenly aware that this woman is the guardian of this artifact, and that she will kill whomever she sees as a threat, more often males than females. I block Sam from sight, my arms stretched wide in defense. We back up as far as we can go, all the way down the dock. The woman is floating several inches from the ground, slowly following us to the corner we've driven ourselves into. The closer she comes, the more I am aware of how beautiful she is. Despite her decayed appearance, there is something beautiful about her presence, like a vengeful goddess or valkyrie. She is before us now. She pauses, turns a gleaming eye upon me, then my cousin. And she is gone.

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I'm with my grandparents in their house, but for some reason my grandparent's in this instance are japanese instead of caucasian. They're having dinner and they want me to stay with them, but I can't, I have something important to do. They lay out the food, all of my favorites. They're trying to entice me to stay with them, to stay there forever. I feel tempted, but I can't stay here, there's something else...

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I'm on a beach. I'm standing in between two canoes filled with rowers. We're at a rowing competition and I'm the coach for the team on my left. As I'm giving the rowers some hot chocolate to energize them (dreams make no sense) before the big match, some one comes up to me and tells me that adding red pepper to the drinks will help them to get more energy. I don't ask any questions, why would they lie to me? I give my rowers the hot chocolate with red pepper in it. The match starts, but for some reason I'm distracted and I head up to a shack not too far from the beach where the competition is going on. The shack is on a squat kind of cliff that overlooks the sea. As I reach the top, the sky starts to look overcast and the sea is getting rough. I enter the shack. It's pitch black in here. Even though the door is open, the light somehow can't penetrate the darkness of the hut. I walk a couple steps into the house and stop suddenly when something grabs my ankle. I look down, it's the photographer of the event, clearly dying. Blood is frothing around his mouth, pouring out of his chest, puddling on the ground and he's gasping desperately. He tells me everything is a plot, that someone is planning something sinister. I rush back out to the beach. My team has lost, but I expected that after what the photographer said. This loss isn't important, there's something much bigger going on...

I awaken.

16.04.2011

False Astral Projection (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was some kind of boxer and I had my right arm very injured. I needed major surgery will whole body anesthesia. I realized that my body was going to be shut down so it would be an excellent way to induce a WILD and Astral Project from there.

I felt the anestysia hitting and closing my eyes. I started to focus on keeping my mind awake until I found myself right outside the OR. I realized I projected, but I did not feel like I did. I wanted to see my body.

I saw the doctor who was going to operate me when suddenly, my body woke up and sat. A second later, I was back in my body, confused. The doctor induced anesthesia once more. I tried to WILD once more. Same thing happened. The doctor this time got mad and induced me a lot more anesthesia. I decided to not attempt to Astral Project but just to enjoy a lucid dream.

I found myself in the middle of a parking lot and realized I was dreaming. I was fooled as I indeed though that I was at the hospital. I could see the hospital where I though I was so I wanted to see it from my dream body.

I entered the hospital and forgot completely everything. I saw an elevator next to me, so I decided to enter it. I could see that my right arm had injuries, but I did not care. I knew my body was at the OR. The elevator brought me to some sort of Colosseum. I did not feel like fighting due my arm, but I wanted to fight at the same time.

I saw a MMA fighter and a psychic in front of him. The psychic told him she could do some healing on him for $500,000 and then he could fight. He was pumped up and willing to pay. I wanted to offer him my healing abilities for a much reasonable price.

Some more plot happened.

16.04.2011

Helping her/him to find a paellera. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving my car trying to find a spot to park. I was going to work and my store was located inside a mall, at downtown. This was a huge twist from reality. I saw a bike that had a small engine (but it was a regular bicycle) I wanted to park there, but the bike was taking the place.

Suddenly, I was on that bike and I could turn it on, so I moved it away and tried to find my car to park it, but it was gone.

I found myself inside a huge grocery store. I was trying to park a shopping cart inside the grocery store. There was a guy trying to find paelleros. As I was heading to work, I told him I could escort him to my store, so I did.

When we exited the grocery store, I was at a huge mall. It looked alike a mall I used to work when I was younger, in Spain. I was a little confused, but remembered well where the store was (funny enough, I was looking for the store where I used to work in Spain rather than the real Pata Negra store) The mall was huge and could not find the area where the store was.

I entered an elevator and went to a rooftop. There was a weird employee who claimed he was some sort of guide and could help me out. She told me how we could get to the other site of the mall, but it required some of my psychic abilities (can't recall which) I could see the mall was spitted in two. There was a sea between the two pieces of the mall and a tunnel would lead to one site to another.

I was walking fast and feeling bad for the guy, who was following me. He was old and he was going slowler and slower.
We entered a store to buy crafts and stuff. He was now a she. I asked another employee for help. This female employee only was going to help her if I brought her some Justin Beaver's hair (wtf... thanks Family guy -.-) I got the hair from a dream character, who looked random, but he was Justin. This lady teleported us to the area where the old store was.

We walked to my store. It was 10:38 AM... I was supposed to open at 10:00 AM, but I knew my co-workers (who were the old store) would understand. As I approached to the store, it was a mix of that old store (I could see the small fridge with cans behind the register) a mix of a craft store and a mix of the Pata Negra store (it had ham and chorizos)

16.04.2011

Mixing from reality (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yesterday I spoken with a friend, who I am spiritually very attached. She told me her husband and her had a common friend online (over the Ikariam game) She told me she almost divorced because she "felt" in love with the other guy who she has never seen. She realized it was almost a confusion.

I was watching this dream in 3rd person. I was following a guy who was arguing with his wife. His wife had a lover online. He was sure his wife loved him, and his very wife, also loved him, but he was confused. Some discussions happened during the dream. Suddenly, I was that guy with a made up wife. She started to lie to me and I reminded her I was able to read auras. I started to read her aura and found she was not being honest. She got nervious.

I had a FA in my room where I explained to my wife this dream. She got mad at me for no reason. I woke up.