non-lucid

13.03.2011

Crashing Cars & Smoking Soldiers (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1

I meet an old famous actor, who appears to be married to my former elementary school teacher. Both persons are, despite their role in my dream, unknown to me in real life. They are about to leave for a movie premiere in which the old famous actor plays a leading role. I'm invited to join and we quickly embark in the actor's shabby car. Our surroundings are urban, with a lot of room for green and the season feels like summer. We make a short stop to pick up another person. A man, who quickly replaces the actor at the steering wheel. We continue to make our way to the premiere, but when, shortly after leaving the urban environment, we are driving up a hill, our driver loses control over the vehicle and we crash. The car is total loss, all occupants however are unharmed. The police arrives at the scene and informs us that all movie material, which was apparently stored in the back of car, has been lost.


Dream 2

I have arrived at a militairy airport in an unknown country. I'm part of a student exchange program and I'm being escorted to the rest of my group by a soldier. While casually going through my pockets I discover three bags of weed. I quickly realise that the chances of this being legal in this country are very slim. I decide to carefully move the bags from my side pockets into my boxershort, which unfortunatly does not go as smoothly as planned. The tightness of my trousers does not allow the bags to go in more than a couple of centimeters, which is barely enough to keep them from being visable. We come to a halt on a field and I can see a soccer match is taking place. Soldiers, wearing black/white attire are playing a friendly match with my classmates wearing their everyday clothing. The soldier and I watch the game from a distance and I try to keep up with the game, the soldiers seem to be winning, but under the circumstances I'm having difficulties remaining calm and concentrated. My breathing is steady, but my heart is racing and I'm starting to break a sweat. I try to comfort myself with the thought that there is no reason for the people here to suspect me possesing weed, but an unexpected hand on my shoulder crashes my train of thought. 'What are you hiding?' The soldier looks me in the eyes, searches me and quickly discovers the three poorly hidden bags of weed. The soldier is a young guy, probably still in training, about my age and doesn't look like a bad guy. I however realise that I'm in a very bad situation. Caught with drugs in an unknown country, not knowing what will happen to me. Who knows what the penalty for possesion is in these parts of the world? The soldier observes me, shakes his head, and reaches for his pocket, grabbing a red, empty pack of cigarettes. He opens the pack of cigarettes, puts the three bags of weed inside and returns it to his pocket. He looks at me and says: 'I think this is the best solution.' I look at him in disbelief, and as I come to my senses I quickly agree with him and express my gratitude. 'Come.' He says. 'Follow me.' We leave the field and make our way to an area with multi-storey buildings. I ask the soldier if it won't be troublesome for me not to report to my group, he informs me that they'll be leaving shortly for a demonstration of some sorts, nothing I would mind missing. We enter one of the buildings, a school, judging by the students and teachers making their way through the corridors. Moving through the building we end up in a darkened room, filled with smoke and the distinct smell of weed. Sitting on some mattresses and cushions are three guys, each enjoying a smoke. I keep my distance as the soldier starts a conversation with one of them. The soldier wants to know if it is possible for him to buy some weed. Probably not the first time he's here, seeing how the sitting guy eagerly presented his stash before the soldier had even finished his sentence. The soldier continues by asking for a price, receives an answer, and in return presents the weed he confiscated from me, offering it for a price based on the price he just learned. 'Roelf?' One of those guys knows my name? I move forward to see who it is that knows my name, and discover that one of the guys chilling out is a friend of mine. 'What are you doing here?' He asks surprised. I explain the situation to him, and in return ask him what it is that brings him here. He tells me that he's been stuck here, waiting for his cellphone to recharge, unable to contact home and succesfully arrange transportation.

I was in a mountainside cavern talking with two females about the fight going on the valley below, after while we left cavern and it was snowing outside, i asked were they going to need transport as i was planning to jump down the cliff(which was bout 800 meter long (half mile) drop).
They said that they were okay and would be there with their own ways, there i remembered that they would anyways appear there (half-lucid logic).
jumped down the cliff and started dropping real fast but would not bother to open the parachute, so dropped to the valley floor.
I went with scouting unscathed and ended up at big ice wall without finding anyone in the way, so i shot an grappling hook from my left arm to the ice walls top parts and started climbing but i gave up before the top because i thought this must the edge of the scene coz its so hard to get there.

Later i was in a city with same two females raiding a military base, thats where my self awareness got high enough for spontaneous LD.
I noticed that i didnt have any kind of weapon so i started to throw enemies to walls with telekinesis, after a while i remembered that i had planned to wild this night but i had failed coz sudden awakening of my parents.
So i teleported of the scene and ended up in my fathers old home.
I walked trough the house and saw some "things" i was supposed to do later in the failed WILD but i would not do them yet coz they were too unstabilising to the dream(as they were sexual in nature).
I went outside and walked to the road to start flying and to find "The Receptionist"(Self designed DC created for causing LDs, one of my support and control system DCs)
It was snowing and it was cold so i raised the heat level and pretty soon all the snow was gone and it was cloudy and windy weather.
I wasn´t able to fly with few tries and there was pretty strong wind so i raised it to really extremely high wind speed and jumped of the bridge was standing on to the wind.
Wind carried me really fast upwards to the clouds but dream destabilized after i hit the clouds.

Damn it would have been awesome to fly above the clouds in such cloudy, rainy day, better luck next time.

Lucidity:A
Vividness:B
Control:B

This one was a little fragmented

Thursday, March 10, 2011

I am driving my car in a dark, maybe rainy, area. I run someone over with my left-front tire. The fear and adrenaline feel very real at this point. I suddenly have a thought that I just ended another person's life by accident and, by extension, my own life is now over.

Now I am in a two-story bar. There is a bar and dance floor on the first floor and I am looking down on it from a railing above. The area I am in contains a bar and is populated by people with whom I work (though only in the dream world, I do not recognize them as real co-workers). I am watching a couple of co-workers form a giant line dance on the dance floor below. One of them, a guy I know as Mike, jumps behind the downstairs bar and starts stealing bottles of vodka and drinking a few of them right there.

Upstairs, a blonde woman, who appears slightly old than I, begins a provocative conversation with me. She is definitely flirting. She winks at me as she says something salacious. Her husband is with her and he looks like a moron. I get the distinct impression that I do not like him at all, nor him me. He seems completely oblivious to his wife's advances towards me.

Now I am sitting in the middle of the street. More specifically, I am sitting in the middle of an upward sloping street. My dream co-workers are all sitting around me as well. On the cross street below us a musical version of Uncle Tom's Cabin is being played out by a group of unfamiliar people. We all appear to have gathered to watch it.

I awake and perform my RC.

I was talking to Ben about him visiting us in America and us visiting him in Australia. There was a canyon in Australia that I was particularly interested in seeing, but for some reason, he wouldn’t talk about it. We went through a list of reasons why it was a bad idea – too far away from Brisbane (either twenty-five minutes or five hours, he never specified which), food for the trip, silly things like that which are rarely the biggest factor in planning an international trip. He and another Australian guy debated how well the car would hold up on such a long drive. We were in some kind of virtual reality world. Ben had spent a lot of time converting image data to 3D models of scenic places in Australia, but he wouldn’t let us see them… I was confused, so I pressed this a bit. I finally told Ben flatly that I wanted to see the natural beauty of Australia, and I would see it with or without his help. He wouldn’t talk to me or Nicole after that. We got involved in some kind of weird mind meshing game where we turned Ben’s brain into a marble and rolled it around in our thoughts, making him rethink his decision. He eventually decided he would cooperate with us after all. As we learned, the only reason he had argued was because he thought my request to see the sights in Australia was my way of criticizing his appreciation of nature. Since it was settled, we apologized and settled our disagreement. We missed each other’s company too much to hold out alone anyway. Ben made what was supposed to be a bold statement, then – he would buy a bike in Australia and ride it proudly to show the world how much he loved natural beauty.

The dream jumped. Ben and I were meeting up at a restaurant and hotel. We were all going to stay there together. One of the employees at the restaurant, a woman with blond hair in a sophisticated, black uniform, asked if I needed any help. I declined any assistance; I was waiting for someone, I said. I stood in the middle of the busy restaurant as waitresses zoomed back and forth between tables. I observed that the hotel was separated by a swamp-like stretch of gooey, red organic tissue. I dared not step on it. I asked the blond woman from before how I should cross it. She pointed out a narrow path made of stone that led across. All of this was clearly a reference to Althea’s swamp in the Sword of Truth series. I thanked the woman for her help as Ben appeared in the distance… He was riding a bicycle! When he approached the restaurant, he hopped off the bike. He asked me which coins he was allowed to use as payment in America.

“The American ones,” I laughed.

“The quarters, dimes, and nickels, then…?” he asked, nodding.

“The pennies, too!”

“No…” he said in sincere disbelief. “Really?!” He came into the restaurant after paying some kind of bike fee. Even inside the restaurant, he rode that bike everywhere. He nearly fell in the living swamp water as I was showing it to him. I warned him about it… At best, the water would just creep us out. I didn’t want to find out it was deadly and acidic. Anyway, we went to the winding stone trail. Naturally, Ben had to ride his bicycle over it. He nearly fell in twice; one of the stumbles put most of his weight over the edge, but Ben somehow floated to safety. I asked if he was feeling alright… He was having a lot of trouble with balance. Although he assured me he was fine, he seemed very dizzy… He started coughing and eventually vomiting bile. I invited him to sit on a bench with me and rest before we continued onward. He accepted the offer. I took photographs of the swamp.

The dream jumped. I had a false awakening in Nicole’s bed. The room looked as it did before she rearranged the furniture. I understood that this room was connected to the hotel from before. I kept hearing sounds like a squeaky bike outside. I tuned it out as I relaxed in bed. It was a bright, new morning… Nicole stirred and immediately asked about the strange, periodic bouts of squeaking. I told her I would check it out. The next time we heard it, I saw up and looked out her window. In the street was a metallic figure attached to bike wheels – one big, one small. It cycled freely down the road. I figured out what was going on instantly and ducked out of view.

“You can’t be serious…” I said, mostly to myself. “Get under the bed! Now!” I urged Nicole. She and I managed to squeeze under the bed together. It looked like it would be easy for the robots to detect us if they checked the house; the bed seemed higher up than it actually was from our low vantage point. Anyway, the moment I saw the human-like design in what otherwise could’ve been an interesting vehicle, everything came into place. I knew it was an artificially intelligent robot. The fact that I heard several on the street – but no cars, frighteningly enough – indicated that they were large in number. I suspected they had built up their forces in secret and overwhelmed our society. They hadn’t checked our room while we were sleeping, I decided, or we would be dead. Our robotic overlords had no reason to allow us to live. I explained all of this quietly to Nicole. We watched, terrified, as a robotic sentinel walked past our door on its metallic legs. They didn’t have feet – just long, narrow legs. I wished I had Apheri.

Once the coast was clear, we knew we had to get Ben. Nicole and I went to the bench outside where he stopped to rest the previous day. A fleshy cocoon surrounded it now. I gestured for Nicole to follow me in. It was empty… I didn’t want to imagine what the robots had done to him when they found him. Order is a disturbing foe… We heard the squeaking of metal joints as a robot sentinel approached the cocoon. Nicole told me to hide, but there was nowhere to hide! I prepared myself for a fight. The robot raised its arms when it saw me and opened fire. Bullets filled my body. I tackled the top-heavy machine and tumbled with it into the murky water outside. Nicole gasped, fearing the electricity would kill me as the robot’s body began to crackle. Fortunately, it didn’t. The robot turned into a small bug on my arm. I crushed it with a finger, but like a cockroach, it seemed to come back to life despite seemingly fatal injury. I crushed it again, and it took flight. It bit me, injecting nanobots into my body. I couldn’t destroy it.

“They’re immortal…” I laughed uneasily. What was I going to do? I basically resigned myself to my fate. I couldn’t fight this… I couldn’t imagine how, but the robots had conquered us overnight, and they would exterminate us without fail. I saw them marching toward us. “Go hide, Nicole.”

“What about you?”

“I have something to do… It’s our only chance.” My body was full of bullets. There was no way I would survive – but maybe I could save Nicole.

The dream jumped. I was walking around in tunnels built in a Minecraftian style. I was just above bedrock. Everywhere I looked, I saw robots mounted to the floor or ceiling. When the first one saw me, a white laser trained itself on my forehead. Intense battle music started playing. Inspired by this, I ran for my life as bullets rained on me. I turned away from the few that were shooting me and nearly fell to my knees when I saw hundreds of robots staring at me. There was no escape. They had me trapped. I ran for my life past one of the three in front of me. It shot a boomerang sword at me, cutting off my left arm. Blood spurted out.

“No way…” I choked. It shot the sword again after it returned, taking off my head this time. The bloody head rolled as my body slumped forward. I heard Nicole commenting on how cool the weapon was. I saw her standing by the lighthouse on Sailor’s Isle (Skies of Arcadia). She practiced throwing the sword. It was nearly Apheri’s length and probably just as heavy, but it moved through the air like a phantom.

I am at some sort of massive school. I outside and there are about twenty other people my age.
There is a massive wooden playground set that is about the size of a million-dollar house. The
playground set is a complex mesh of wooden beams and platforms. Somewhere in this massive
structure, there is some sort of amethyst stone about half an inch in diameter. The stone apparently
gives the holder supernatural abilities. I and the other twenty people begin searching for it. It is
a race. Everyone wants it. I start searching through the huge maze of wooden boards. I get up high
in the structure and finally see the stone resting on one of the far out beams behind a web of trusses.
I carefully climb out onto the wooden beam. I manage to grab the stone. Immediately, I fly off faster
than I have ever gone in a dream. I touch down by a fence away from the play ground. The others,
realizing I had found the stone, start chasing me. I float there and fight a couple of them off telekinetically.
At this point, the dream ends.

nonlucid lucid partially lucid

March 11, '11: I was the principal of a middle or high school. I was in a towel. A small robot bug kept following me and going under me. I didn't like it at all. I picked up the robot bug and bent it, breaking it in the middle. Then I threw it at a huge aquarium in my office.
The glass shattered and the water spilled out onto the floor, along with a large salamander-like creature.
Then I was myself. The room was flooded, a few feet deep, and I was trapped in there with the salamander and a very big python.

I was scared and called out for help. I hid in the back of the room, in a small space above the water, with a cat.
A woman came to help, possibly the nurse. She took a pillow and blanket and placed them on top of the water for me to step on. The snake was going under the water, its tail was still above the water. My cat ran for the open door and grabbed onto the snake's tail. I was afraid the python would kill her. But she bit the snake and got away.

The woman carried me out of the room and saved me. Then it turned sexual as she began to play with my penis.
But then I woke up.

3/11-12. 1. Looking at Chucks. Dickies store? Selling for $50 (I'm not exactly sure if this was from tonight, but I remembered it when I went to a store that sold shoes today. Could have been from the night before, or 2 days ago [been horrible lately abut writing dreams down right when I wake up])

In a house and I’m sitting on the floor, beige. Dad and I then walk around the house, like it’s a tour. It’s Gma V’s house. I’m wearing an SCBA mask for some reason, purge the bypass. There’s quite a bit of remodeling work being done. Lots of art, glasswork, and pictures around and on the being of being clutter, like a mansion. Then there’s stuff that’s broken or stolen. Gma knows who it is. I examine a broken glass piece. Outside and see some windows broken out, 2 story house. Then I’m lying on my stomach and there’s a super deep hole in the ground and other people are stuck on ledges. I’m a little uncomfy on that edge so scoot back a little. Christopher Loyd (Doc from Back to the Future) falls. We start to turn off the lighting for some reason. We get a system of 2x4’s set up and they’re placed in a certain order and they help pull up the people trapped. It’s my job to put the boards in the correct spot (I have had this dream before about the mine shaft, Doc falling in, and the board system). Then Herman Munster (from The Munsters) is helping us out. Then we’re on some plains, looks like Stonefield from Rift, and there’re these pins I have to stick in the ground to keep monsters away. I’m examining the tag and pin because the pin goes into the center of the tag, but looks like it barely stays on and could come off easily. Then the pin and tag have turned into the guy from Inglourious Basterds, the one that says, “How fun!” He’s in a tank and is stiff like an action figure, the tag is his base, like a plastic Army man. He’s kind of yelling at his tank crew about something

Dream - Lucid - AP

My classmates were going on a trip to London, but I wasn't able to go for some reason. I remember Rachel and Stephen being two of the people going. I remember something about the airplane, and them being very excited about the trip. I don't remember being very disappointed that I couldn't go, since I'd already been.

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I was in the basement of my house, but it was my dream house, not my real one (we don't have a basement in waking life). Ryan was with me. We were walking around in the basement, and I noticed tons of clutter everywhere, and I thought about my dad having to keep everything (in waking life my dad has to keep EVERYTHING, so our attic is very cluttered).

In waking life, my dad also used to own an aquarium store, and we used to have lots of fish. He has a lot of aquariums up in our attic. In the dream, I noticed all of the aquariums were full of fish. They were very vivid and well-lit. Ryan and I walked up to one, and I saw a purple and yellow fish, one that looked like one we had in waking life when I was very young that used to "kiss" the glass. I had named him Crunchy. I said to Ryan
"Look! That's what Crunchy used to look like!", but I slurred some of my words and corrected myself. I made a comment about how I couldn't talk that day for some reason. The fish went up and kissed the glass.

Then, I remember talking to my mom about Christianity. We started to argue. She was trying to get me to go to church again.

Then, I was on campus at my college. I had no idea how I had gotten there. I was sitting in a statistics class in the psychology/sociology building next to Blake, a guy I knew growing up. He was apparently my boyfriend. I was very confused as to how and when that happened, but I accepted it. I thought I must had been in some sort of accident that affected my memory. He was very lovey and touchy with me, calling me baby and putting his arm around me.

Then, I remember walking to some HUGE, very tall dumpsters that were next to one of the buildings across the road. They were full of dirty laundry. I saw a little black boy dressed up like a superhero playing around in one of them, but he disappeared into it. I vividly remember seeing a dirty white towel hanging out of one of the dumpsters. I tossed my bag of dirty laundry into one of the dumpsters, the same one I saw the little boy playing around in.

I was then back in the stats class, when a voice over the loudspeaker announced
"Krista, please come to room 7__(it was seven-hundred something, I can't remember the exact number)."
I felt like I had heard my name, but I kind of ignored it. Blake was next to me and said
"They're calling you.", so both of us got up to search for this room. I found it, and a man showed me a surveillance video of me hitting the little black boy with my bag, which was no longer laundry, but garbage, when I tossed it into the dumpster. I had no idea I had hit him. It showed him flying out of the dumpster. I heard his cries. I then saw a close up of a girl, his sister I think, cradling him in her arms inside the dumpster. I wondered why they were even in the dumpster in the first place. I told the man I didn't know I had hit him. He said alright. I remember my mom being there at some point. I also remember thinking I shouldn't be missing stats, because I'd get way behind.

Then, as Blake and I were walking out the door, the boy's father gave me a $5 bill as an apology for thinking I did it on purpose or something. Someone behind me said "It's a hard gift to accept." I gave Blake the bill, and then decided I couldn't accept it. Blake kept the $5 and gave me a $1, and I gave it back to the man and said I couldn't accept the money. He took it and didn't seem to notice it was a $1 bill and not a $5 bill.

Then, Blake and I were walking on campus again. We stopped, and he started talking about how he lived with his girlfriend, but didn't have the heart to break up with her, even though he wasn't happy and that he loved me. He said something about me being a very pretty girl. I told him that he needed to make himself happy first, even if it meant hurting the girl.

We were then at his house, and his girlfriend and younger sister (he doesn't have a younger sister in waking life. I was confused about the fact that he had one in the dream, but I just accepted it). His younger sister had long, black hair. I don't remember what the girl he lived with looked like. They were playing some game involving what I think was a house of cards. I was trying to be helpful and help them with what they were doing. They were indifferent about it. I then sat in Blake's lap and he cuddled me and called me baby, even though he was right in front of his girlfriend. She didn't seem to care.

07.03.2011

Escape the watery city (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am on the open deck of a boat with a group of men - somewhere near but to the side of the leaders. We are on the way back to our secret safe harbour after working on an important mission. Everyone is weary and glad for the break.
As we near our destination I look ahead and see the gates to our safe harbour. As I watch I see red eyes in the shadowy figures behind the gates. I think "That's strange". I continue watching the shadowy figures while the ritual to open the gate was performed and the gates open. 'So it must be alright.' As no-one else was alarmed or worried. As our boat silently glides through the gates the shadowy figures appear to wear helmets. That wasn't right - but it was too late.

Scene change

We are in a room - large, dark, cavernous. The whole group is here. We are prisoners, but no-one is alarmed or upset. The others are in groups talking quietly. I stand by more an observer than an participant. I felt also emotionally attached, but still in the scene somehow.
While I wonder how we could get out of there a man detached himself from the leader's group approaching me. Saying "no problem. You know how to use explosives?" I confirm that cautiously, but start to wonder what I would have to do. He eases my mind by saying that I just have to help him with the explosives when it was time.

Scene change

We are on a small cruise boat, beneath a huge square hole. He moves up there, disappears shortly then is back. I throw a package up to him. Then a long double cable appears - falling from the hole into the cargo area inside the boat. I watch it coiling - making sure it doesn't get tangled. It consists of a thick main cable of dark orange and a thinner parallel cable of a lighter metall colour. He sees me looking at the cable and nods - this is useful when the cable has to be used again".
As he slowly climds down I move the boat by hand along the quay - using the metal rail. At the corner to the main canal he joins me and we are on our way. We cruise unobstrusively through the city - avoiding patrols. Then we heara message to the patrols that the rental no. 81??? was not classified as dangerous anymore. I asked him if they meant us. He just says "might be".
There is still the feeling that we have to get away.

Scene change

We are in a hall (looks like in an airport or something similar huge) and want to leave to the outside world. But he wants to make sure nobody will follow us anytime soon. His idea is to make them close down the building due to a contagious disease. The exit is through the shop on the left. His plan was to act as if he is sick, then leave. After that they should recognise this contagious disease he supposedly carried and seal off all exits. I think it sounds stupid and was sceptical regarding the success. He still goes through with it.
We enter the shop. I walk towards the end/ the exits, but he lags behind. I meet my sister in the back of the shop. She asks me where he is and I point towards the entrance. I tell her in a whisper what he plans to do.
When he shows up he looks like a bad actor (don't know which one but one I don't like to watch, his presence started to fade) He can't really pull it off - as he doesn't want to appear to sick to be allowed to leave through the exit, but sick enough that the others soon see the seriousness of the matter.
I turn to look at a plant close to me and see a bird. It looks at me and seemed tame enough. Then it moves to another plant severing a leaf from it eating it. Then it is back to the first plant. I look at my sister who says "Watch it, it is sneaky - appearing to sleep but watching all around it". As I turn back my mom sits there with her eyes almost closed. Watching everything around her through the slids of her eyes. Smiling slightly (humorously) as she hears what my sister says.
My sister and I wanted to put the animal back into its terrarium. I feel it on my back. My sister takes it and we put it into a small wicker basket. Then we push the small basket into the terrarium through a slit at its front. Another that was already in the terr. wants to escape. We stop it. The new arrival starts to nibble on the bars. I think "hey, just like a hamster. And I look at it and it is a very tiny grey dwarf hamster - and not a bird as I thought.
She was busy elsewhere so I look around at the other terrariums and cages. In the bottom row way to the left and angular to the room I see a badly kept terrarium kept together by wire with sides made of plastic that moved when touched. In it are a bunny, a guinea pig and several hamsters (bigger ones). I ask when the place was cleaned the last time and she becomes extremely defensive. The belong to her and everything is fine with them. I look at the animals - especially the hamsters - and they have dull pinkish/red eyes and brownish/grey fur with dark ends.
I wanted to have a specific one - this one with distinctive colouring, but I didn't seem to be able to look away from the other sad specimen. They didn't try to escape and they didn't bite as I held my finger in front of their noses.

Then my alarm clock went off. I remained in bed for another twenty minutes - mainly to try to remember as many aspects of the dream as possible.

I am at an indoor stadium very similar to a gym but it is apparently for football. I talk to a friend of mine
from college who is getting ready to play and I am at the game to watch him. He doesn't play football in
waking life. I look for a seat and see an empty section in the middle of the stands. I run into some "friends"
that I don't know and they ask if they can sit with me. I agree and we go up into the empty section and sit
down. The dream continues along some other line but I do not remember.

I am at my college but the campus is not even close to the real one. I am walking around and
eventually find myself at the entrance to a stadium on the edge of campus. I see a person who
tells me that I missed a concert for an ensemble that I am in. I walk around a bit more and find
myself back at the stadium where the person tells me I am missing the university choir concert.
I am unable to get there but a short while later everyone gets back. I see a girl from college who
is in choir walking back and then I see Dr. Boyle ( The choir director ). I expect him to angry but
he doesn't seem to notice me or say anything. I walk around campus a bit more but I can't
remember what I did next.

Good afternoon, everybody. I hope everybody is doing well.

Dream #1

I was laying on a bunch of blankets on the floor in a living room. I was laying on my stomach. There might have been a bunch of people also laying in the living room with me. I could sense a cat walking toward me. The cat lay down near the right side of my head. It began purring. It felt kind of nice to have the cat wanting to sleep near me, although it was a little annoying that the cat wanted to sleep on my head.

Dream #2

I was in some plaza-like area with a woman and her daughter. The mother was youngish, blonde, with pale skin. The girl was maybe 6 years old, blonde, with tannish skin. The mother and daughter sat on some crescent-shaped bench made of concrete.

For some reason I had to go to a museum. The museum was just down the street. I was now in the museum. But all the exhibits were kind of terrible, and there was some kind of pervasive, menacing feel to the place. So, disgusted, I left.

I was now back with the mother and daughter in the plaza. The woman asked me about the museum. I was telling her good things about the museum. She said she might take her daughter there. I figured the woman wanted me to go with her, like it was a date. But I was too shy to say anything.

I sat over on some chair away from the bench. The little girl came and lay across my lap. She lay stomach down and had her shirt pulled up halfway up her back. I massaged the girl's back. I understood from this that the girl wanted me to ask her mom on a date. She wanted me to be part of the family.

I figured I would ask the mom on a date. But now I had to go to some thing like a job interview or a medical examination.

I went to the examination and came back. The mother and daughter were just about ready to leave the plaza for the museum. I figured this would be good for me. I could say that I was just going back to the museum, too, and that we could all go together. That way it would be like a date, but I wouldn't have to ask for a date.

I saw a father, possibly an older, Asian man, with his son, who was a little boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old. The boy was sitting across the man's lap somehow, possibly as the man's legs were fully extended.

Dream #3

There was some kind of snake that had some kind of material in it. When the material was taken out, the snake would become invisible. The material could be put back into the snake, but the snake would not become visible again.

First Post in the dream journal, and newold revelations.

Lately, I've been having very vivid, very realistic non-lucid dreams. And because of spring break, I've been able to focus more on lucid dreaming. I have decided to honor my New Year's resolution and really make more of an effort with lucid dreaming. In the past, I have put forth little but some effort and have gotten a nice response.. So I'm certain if I put forth the effort that I SHOULD toward lucid dreaming, that I could do amazing things. And honestly? It's worth it. It's MORE than worth it. Any little thing I do in my waking life to secure having ample time in my dream world to do the things I can't or only dream of doing is not just worth it.. But it has almost become a necessity. Not only do I NEED this, but I want this more than anything, and I know I can do it. I know I can open my inner eyes to this new world, so it's time to get started.

And the first step? Dream Journaling.

Preparation: Last night, I decided to try a PBild. This really isn't a technique, but a great excuse to eat peanut butter before bed :]. I ate half a sandwich while reading a book, and the other half shortly thereafter before laying down. I also had my nightly Multivitamin + B12 + Fish Oil + Cinnamon.

My Recall: Minimal: Lately I've had incredible recall, anywhere from 1-4 full-blown dreams a night. Last night I must have been too tired, or too something.
I had a false awakening at around 8 am. I could feel myself waking up, and I had thought that I turned to look at my clock to see that it was almost noon. I remember thinking "Crap.. Well, so much for that DEILD, I moved! And bummer, I didn't get to lucid!" Then, I really turned over, and saw that it was only 8.
I was super bummed for about a minute, thinking I had ruined my chances, but I got up to go to the bathroom and thought about performing a WBTB or a mixture. I repeated: "My mind will stay conscious as my body falls to sleep. I will realize when I am dreaming.." And quickly fell to sleep. =/
Dream: It wasn't really much of a dream, and a non-lucid one at that. I'm sure that there was more to it, but the part that I remember was walking in my mom's room and seeing my mom and brother watching TV. I remember bounding in and jumping over my brother to sandwich myself in between the two.. And that's about it. Not much of a night for dreaming. =/
Edit: I also remember my mother telling me not to dump something on the new tile. xD Yep, tres interesting.

There was old military bases and strange llama-ball creature which sold me the Instinct Leash from the Bulletstorm.
Later i used the leash to pull some charging enemies over the edge to their death, little later i was told that they were same type of llama-ball merchants as the one i bought my leash from.

An over zealous mall cop tries to run me in and follows me around my neighborhood at night for being involved with a little girl. The cop was female and rather short.