non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a car with my grandfather (who, in waking life, passed away about two years ago). We were in a parking lot. It was night, probably a cold night. I was in the driver's seat, and my grandpa was in the passenger's seat.

My grandfather told me that he had a disease and that he was going to die in a very short time, maybe as short as seven days. I got very sad to think that my grandfather was going to die so soon. What struck me more than the fact that I would miss him was the thought of him standing so close to the complete uncertainty at that moment of death.

I started to cry. I clenched my throat and grit my teeth as I cried, as if I were trying to stifle the cry. But my tears were also very bitter, as if they were somehow electrified.

I now stood outside of and just in front of the car. There were two trees in front of the car. They were right next to each other, possibly crowding into each other. The tree on the right (as I faced the trees) may have been some kind of evergreen tree. The tree on the left was barren of leafs, with a strange, parallel branching, with the final branches sticking out almost perfectly straight. These branches either had big, red buds on them or else something like Christmas lights.

My grandpa was floating up into the barren tree. I may have been holding on to his hand as he floated (or climbed?) higher up into the tree. The tree was something like the way to heaven. So in this sense, my grandpa was already dying. Eventually I had to let go of my grandpa's hand.

Dream #2

I was in a small house like a log cabin in the middle of the woods. The place was crowded with people, all probably "my family." One man in particular, an older, skinny man, lay on a scanty bed, probably wearing long johns or a tank top and old-looking pajama pants.

It was a really cold day and I needed to get somewhere to check on something, possibly some other house that might be in trouble. The house may have been separated from us by a lake, which was frozen now.

I probably would go across the lake by taking some kind of vehicle -- which, now, seems to have been something like a hovercraft and ski-doo mixed together. But to drive the vehicle, I'd need fuel.

All over the room there were these stumps of wood, stood upright, like columns. On top of the stumps there were upside-down lids for metal garbage cans.

The upside-down lids were filled with some kind of substance. This, I understood, was fuel for the vehicle. The fuel was clear and had a kerosene-like quality to it. But it was in a partly frozen state in all the "pans." It was melting from snow-like blocks into the clear liquid state.

I asked the old man if I could use some of the fuel for the vehicle. The old man asked me about the conditions outside. It had to do with something about the level of the snow outside. I'd been outside only a while ago, and I knew that the conditions were bad. I didn't lie to the old man.

The old man said, "Then, no. You can't use any of the snow. You know what kind of danger you'd be putting yourself in. And in weather like this, the ice on that lake is weak. That vehicle would melt right through the ice, and you'd find yourself inside the pond."

Dream #3

I was out walking with one of my old friends. We were up on the crest of a snowy hill. It was a sunny day, and the sky was clear and blue.

To our left were something like footprints. To me they probably seemed like human footprints, even though, now, they seem to me to have been gigantic footprints.

For some reason, these footprints proved that the snow was pristine, virgin snow, untraversed by other people. This was a relief to me, as I had been afraid this whole time that people had already been climbing this hill, and that sooner or later I'd have to deal with a lot of jerks while I was out hiking.

I looked further down the snowy slope to my left. At the base of the hill was a small town. I think I mostly saw one-story houses, probably from the 1960s or 1970s.

Dream #3

I was "talking" (in my head?) with a few of my family members. They had asked me to stay wherever I was for a little more time. I decided that I would.

My family members then told me that as a reward for staying a little while longer, they would also give me a couple final days all to myself and give me a free trip (or free tickets?) to the beach.

At this point I realized I was in Philadelphia. Apparently Philadelphia had this very short stretch of beach, but it was one of the best beaches in the world.

I now saw this beach as if I were flying over it from a couple hundred feet in a helicopter. I saw how short the stretch of beach was. The water into which the beach receeded also looked a bit murky, greenish black, not the kind of water you'd want to swim in. It also seemed like all sides of the beach were bordered by a rather intimidating fence. I saw people on the beach. It didn't look like a very fun place to go. But I kept telling myself, It's a luxury beach, one of the best.

I felt guilty. I didn't know why my family would feel like they needed to give me such an incentive to stay around a little while longer. They should have just been able to feel like they could ask me without having also to give me something.

Dream #5

I was outside in some kind of semi-suburban area that kind of feels to me now like Princeton, New Jersey. I was out in an area of open, wide, rolling lawns. In the distance were some houses and a short, long structure that was something like a church. There was also, somewhere else, a tall, stone statue of a figure like Christ.

There were a few other people in this environment, men, around my age. At some point, some man blew a bugle or made some general call to everybody. This, I told myself, was a "changing of the guard."

Apparently we had all been playing a game where some people were in charge of the other people. At the "changing of the guard," the people in charge were no longer in charge. I don't think anybody would be in charge at that point. Possibly the game would just be over.

At the "changing of the guard," we all had to go to one specific place, at the top of one of the rolling hills of grass. I was heading to that place. But at some point I saw one of the men in charge.

I had to scurry away in some weird way so that the man wouldn't see me. If he saw me, he'd taunt me or hurt me or make me do something embarrassing. He was allowed to do any of these things, because he was still in charge. And even though the "changing of the guard" had been called, if the man didn't know it, he'd still act like he was in charge. And I, for some reason, would still obey like he was in charge.

Now I was at the top of the hill with the same man, who was apparently an old friend of mine. The game was over, and it was now time to relax. My friend had brought some women with him. The women were naked. They were younger than we; I'm not sure how much younger. They were pale white and had pale red-brown hair.

My friend and I were going to have sex with the girls. Before this time, I now noticed, my friend and I had simply been "having sex" by masturbating and then coming onto torn up pieces of styrofome cups. I was still holding a piece of cup that was the base of the cup with just a little bit of the vessel still rising up off of it. The cup was a kind of pale, blue-green color.

I was just getting ready to come into the cup when my friend pointed out a girl to me. She was mine. My friend immediately got busy with another girl, right in front of me.

The girl who was mine kind of looked at me shyly. I felt bad. She kind of seemed afraid of this whole thing. I told her if she didn't want to do anything, we didn't have to. But if she did want to do something, she should lay down on her back.

So the girl lay down on her back. I think she was lying on a soft, colorful, plaid blanket, instead of on the lawn. I was now naked. I lay down on the girl. I had a little trouble getting aroused, even though it felt good to be on the girl. Eventually, though, I did get aroused, and I finally went inside the girl. It felt good. I asked the girl if she felt okay, too.

Dream #6

I had apparently gotten a new phone. I couldn't figure out how to make something on the phone's internet work. I had typed in a number of addresses for sites I wanted to get to. But none of them had worked. At this moment I wanted to get to some site where I could see some info related to my work. But I couldn't get it.

A woman who works as a coordinator for a volunteer event I go to in waking life said she could figure out the phone for me. So I gave her the phone. She's an older woman, kind of tough, but very nice. She's a little stout, with skin tan from always working in the sun. She has grey hair, which, in the dream was, I think, extremely frizzy.

As the woman figured out the phone's internet for me, I suddenly realized that a lot of the sites I had tried to access on my phone had actually been pornographic sites. I was hoping that the woman would just access the site I needed for work and not see any of the pornographic sites.

The woman now said she had figured the phone's internet for me. She seemed happy at first. But then she stopped, a little grossed out by whatever she had seen. She handed the phone back to me and gave me a disappointed look. I knew she had seen a porn site.

I took the phone, wondering what site the woman had seen. The screen had purple lettering on it saying "Daddy's Little Girls." I thought, Oh god, please don't tell me this porn site is what it sounds like. But I knew that it was exactly what it sounded like.

The background showed the side of a house with a pair of some kind of instruments that looked like something related to whatever I was looking for for work purposes. They didn't look like exactly what I was looking for, but I felt like they were close enough.

So I said to the woman, "Oh, there it is! The product I was looking for. That's the only reason I was looking at this site!"

The woman just continued to stare at me with that grossed-out, disappointed look.

What a brilliant nights sleep, a bit of background information first. I have no recall before my last hour or so sleep, but I had a total sleep time of about 11 hours. I had every intention to lucid dream and my bed was incredibly comfortable.

Non Lucid
Lucid

I am being chased through the jungle on a very linear path, just like a level out of Donkey Kong. I'm not sure what is chasing me or who I am with. Eventually a see a red token fly past and try to catch it, assuming it would be a power up or something help me escape being chased. This token has a white stencil of Bowser from Mario on it, once I touch it it balloons in size and starts chasing me too, destroying everything in it's path. Eventually it gets stalled and I look round and realise that I am at home, he can't fit through the hallway door. At this point I realise that once again I'm being chased and that I must be dreaming. I don't quite get the opportunity to become lucid as I wake up seconds after making this realisation.

After this dream I got woken up by the phone. I turned over and tried going back to sleep and WILDing, I didn't really need to sleep but I really wanted to Lucid. I remembered some advice that I'd heard about focusing on internal stimuli to get back to sleep so started vividly visualising things. A thought entered my mind about how humans can't explain some learned skills such as riding a bike, we can just do them, so I started trying to visualise how exactly I balance on a bike no handed. I have visualised things in the past for nmenonics and have always found it very hard to "tame" the images I create, they always seem to morph into unwanted viewpoints or into different objects entirely. However I decided this would be my internal stimuli challenge, not only would I get back to sleep I would also try and help improve a useful skill.

The next thing I knew I was awake and really needed the toilet, after I was done it occurred to me that I had failed my WILD. I decided to do a RC anyway and was very excited when this worked.I decided to do further reality checks so tried to float, at first this didn't work but then I gripped onto the sink for a bit of a boost and found myself floating. This made me extremely happy. At this point I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen, I assume I was only semi lucid here for a moment because I decided that I still needed to reality check further and was going to see what happened if it cut myself on a knife. Upon seeing that my knife was actually a single blade of a pair of scissors and became fully lucid again. On my way back to my room I bumped into two of my flatmates. Not thinking that they were DC's I happily exclaimed "I'm lucid dreaming", from what I've heard this causes DCs to vanish, however I don't think they fully clocked on because they both got angry at this point and tried forcing their way into my room afterwards to find out more. I managed to hold the door shut against them but then it got smashed down. Donkey Kong was back, he seems to have been lingering on my subconscious. He overpowered me for a moment until I realised that I was invincible in a dream state and I forced him out, his appearance flickered to that of my Dad for a split second and also an unknown female. Once I had locked everybody out of my room I decided to try and fulfil one of my dream goals - play in the superbowl. I convinced myself that through the bathroom door was the stadium. Upon the first opening this didn't work but upon the second the appearance had changed somewhat. Clothes and drapes hung from the ceiling and I was excited that I'd managed to influence my environment even to that extent. This excitement woke me up.

At this point I was aware of being in my bed but could hear my infamous ringing sound which indicated I was about to lucid. I found that by holding my eyes in a certain manner I could increase this ringing. I started visualising lots and once again woke in my bed. I went into the bathroom again and reality checked. It worked, but the dream wasn't too vivid. I tried grounding myself by feeling the texture of the towels, the texture of the floor on my feet and I also bit my finger to feel the pain and stimulate my tongue. This grounding had surprisingly realistic effects, all of these actions felt extremely real. Unfortunately the next thing I knew I was awake for real. Unless I am still dreaming now.

Although I didn't do anything particularly exciting in these dreams, I'm very proud of the progress I have made. This is the first time I've had multiple Lucids in one night and the first time that I've had LDs on consecutive nights. Hopefully tonight will mean three in a row!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! When I get my hallucinations in the middle of the night, it's not just visual. I kinda sleepwalk when I see them and I act out. They don't disappear because I get all excited and pick up something, prepared to throw it in their face. Had one last night, and awoke Monica in the process.

23.30: Sleep

01.00: Nightly adventure
I wake up and I notice that Monica's using telekinesis on some kind of object. She's going to make the ceiling lamp fall down! "Hey you need to stop that! Come on, it's going to fall!" I say to her and shake her awake. I run up and hold up my hands to catch it incase it's going to fall. I can clearly see that the object I was seeing, was just the lamp itself. Monica's awake now and asks me to calm down. "Fucking hallucination!" I say angrily.

07.00: Pissed old ladies
I'm on a cruise ship with my family. We're all in a shoestore and some old lady starts to argue with my mother. My mother's a fierce one though, and gets pissed off. Another one comes up to me as I'm sitting there and asks me if I was trashtalking her. "Uhm no..." I say and try to remember what she's talking about. "I only said that stupid people shouldn't have strong opinions and refuse to listen to reason". This clearly pisses her off and I laugh. I get out of the store and get into an elevator. I stand there for a long time, trying to get onto my floor. I suddenly start thinking that this dream is indeed a long one, as I can't recall any dream skip within it.

10.50: Spain
I'm on a bus with my brother and my uncle. We seem to be in another country, like Spain. It's hot as hell and we're going through some slum neighbourhood. For some reason I decide to get off and end up all alone. I look around me and can see small shops everywhere, with those metal security doors you pull down. I know I'm in a bad neighbourhood so I start running back the way the bus came from. I run for a long time before I decide to pick up my map and check where I am at. I can't read the map, it's a jumble of retarded lines and figures.

10.50: Fragment
*I'm at the gym again. It's been almost a year and I try some weights out. I pick up a 3kg weight and lift it. It's really heavy and I struggle with it. I put it behind my back and push upwards. It feels all wrong and I watch myself in the mirror. I'm skinny as never before.

10.50: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, few beers

That's it! Yeah yeah, wow wow.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I can only recall one dream I had last night. It was a rather odd dream(At least the parts I remember): I was standing in the middle of a round theatre, there was nobody in it besides me.

I don't think it means anything at all besides showing that I need to work on my dream recall .

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I awake to my alarm. I remember that I need to get up and wake myself up, so I do. First, I write down all the dreams I remember on my iPod. It's about 6:25 I think. I get up and go to get a drink of orange juice. I see my dad and say good morning. Back in my bed, I try to WILD. Everything goes well for about 15 minutes. I begin feel slightly numb.
I wake up a few hours later and realise I fell asleep.

Lisa Simpson is at an old, dirty, and slightly flooded closed outdoor swimming pool. She is trying to get it re-opened. Nelson is also there. He is saying to her she should drink the water, if she wants the pool re-opened. In this dream, the scenery is of a lower-class town. It is the early hours of the morning. Almost everything is made of old stone.

In the second dream, the scenery is similar to the previous dream. There is a reporter interviewing a 13 year-old gothic girl who is getting married. The reporter can't stand the girl's vocabulary.

In the third dream, a kid named Joe from my school is with another kid called Ash. They were messing about, but I don't really remember what they did. A kid named Daniel —also from my school— and I are trying to find our phones in a big, clear, rectangle box filled with phones. I find two iPads. They don't look like regular iPads; they have the button on the side, and they appear cheaper made. He hands me my phone. It's an iPhone, but it has a different shape and a orange back cover. I marvel at its looks, as I walk away.
I've just walked through some doors. I'm holding my school books. I pass a large pot-plant. It has big, dead, white caterpillars on it. Another kid and I both say how gross it is.

In the fourth dream I'm in a bed. It wasn't actually my bed. Behind my head was a window. It was completely dark. Smoke seeps into the room. My dad walks over and opens the window very slightly, letting in a tiny ray of light. The smoke gets sucked out. I thank him, but I'm slightly annoyed he let light in.

I don't actually remember the sixth dream, however it is still written down on iPod. Here's the direct quote. It may be messy, since I rushed it.
I'm at a school bench I think and ash and Joe are still with me. I think I looked at a coldplay cd and thought it was good, but kept quiet because I didn't want to look lame.

In the sixth dream, I'm with Joel Luke and Brant. Luke says how tall I've gotten. I go under something to grab an old piece of clothing, to compare it to what I'm wearing now.
We're all watching a film that I've already seen. I remember seeing a strange shape flying through pretty dream-flowers. A sad part comes on, and the theme music to the film Up starts playing. I look to my right and find Joel tearing-up.
I'm back in the room from the beginning of the dream. I run over to Luke, and am horrified to find I'm not wearing any pants. I run back, embarrassed.

I was with a friend from elementary school, B, and we were looking through the grass on the cliff we were on (we often hunted bugs as children ^_^) when B screams, scared of something. I look over to see something strange in the grass. As first it looked like a fake skeleton. I picked it up to find that it was real. It looked like a small monkey like creature about 1ft long.

I look to the direction we had come from (I just knew it is where we came from) to see that from the angle we were at there was a secret passage to another dimension. We crawl into it to see a bunch of bizarre things. The only one I remember is a bunch of birds having some sort of military drill. Me in the dream had some sort of "I told you so" moment (apparently in the dream I thought stuff like that went on XD)

dream skip (still in the same dream though)

I suddenly knew that the Queen of this land was from the future, here to prevent the start of a mutiny. For some reason, she was starting to forget the time she had come from, which did not have strange things going on. It was much more how the real world was. I was trying to get her to remember something from her time. And she thought of a memory of meeting some of her friends by a car, but her memory was becoming contorted by what she had seen in the time period she was in. And I knew that if she could not remember her memory properly she would be trapped in the time period.

dream skip (still in the same dream though)

I was in a group of people outside the queens castle. Everything was ok until she called out someone in the crowd on something. The person got angry and began to rile up the crowd. I turn to see it is B as an adult.

I realize her attempt to stop a mutiny was actually a self-fulfilling prophecy, and she was the one causing the mutiny.

That is when my alarm went off -_-

Ok this dream is now mostly too hazy to recall, but it was still AWESOME. Last night, I went to see Kids Can't Fly, Octane OK, Last Letter Read and The Exposed. Okay so I ended up crashing on my mate Alex's floor, still in my skinny jeans, clothes and all. Anyways enough about the kick ass night... :') More about the dream.

All I remember of this dream really is my best friend being in it and for some reason I was in some sort of bad mood with her. It was like I was seeing this dream through a camera lens... I could see, closer to it, I was having a go at my best mate. In the background Octane OK were playing further out into the background. I was thinking about the guy from Octane OK we met outside the wedge (the venue). He was so awesome, we all gave him a hug. And a guy from Kids Can't Fly. He was sweaty...

Enough about that! Today, I had got home and had a well deserved bath, I felt a bit crappy so I retired to my bed and put Papa Roach on full blast. It was loud. I was just layin' there, being slightly annoyed and stuff, when my head just got... fuzzy. That's the only word to describe it. My thought pattern just went so weird... All over the place. It was like... I was awake... but not awake. If that makes sense...

12.02.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In a family car a redheaded digimon trainer (or whatever) guy complains about his oldest brother behaving badly but nobody listens to him.

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The leader is taken away and replaced by another kid who tries to get them to agree about something and when they don't he replaces them with some funny looking gleaming metal spring dummies and they get the leader back.

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In the family car the redheaded guy is now more mature and it's now the time for the youngest brother to complain about the oldest one, but no one listens to him.

I am in a huge room. The floor is white and black, like a huge chessboard. Near the door there is a grand piano. I think there was someone playing it. I become lucid. One corner of the room looks like our sitting room. I go there. The dream feels a little blurred so I rub my hands together. That helps a bit. I had decided to do the totms when I went to bed. There are some people in the sitting room section of the hall. In front of me theres an ugly man sleeping in our chair. Well, he's ugly, but he is closest to me and just DC, so why not? I kiss him quickly on the cheek. Next I start to try making a wormhole for the advanced task, but I wake up before I can complete it.

I'm in our social studies classroom. It is bigger than usual. Also the desk is bigger than normally. I leave the classroom. Theres a transparent pipe in front of me. It takes me to the school building's roof. After standing there for a while I go back to the classroom. Our teacher is talking about some war. He makes us draw maps and mark which areas belonged to each factions. Soon I leave the classroom. I'm now in a cave. I walk for some time and leave the cave. In front of me there is a vast, flat, grey plain under a black sky. An enemy is attacking from there. The army opposing the attacker is also present. There is a small village of gnomes ahead. The next thing I remember is a tattooed gnome girl kissing me passionately. We enter an extremely small house, but it's already occupied. I ask the resident if he lives there. When he says yes I ask him to show us a house where we could live. He shows us a small caravan.
The dream skips about 80 years. Everyone else has now left the village. We have a small son, but he is ill. The two armies are still battling. I go back to the cave mouth. Some warriors are battling. A girl I know detaches from the battlers and comes to me. Her hair is black (its really blond) and she looks overall like a war chief. We spoke, but I cannot remember what.

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I hate dreaming about spiders. They're the worst DX

So I was at my mom's house with her and my sister Amy. Every once in a while a big spider would scuttle across the floor and they were popping up more and more frequently. Then a big, lanky, hairless, sky-blue spider with a white hourglass-shaped mark on its back (like a black widow's mark) bit my sister. I had to drive her to the hospital and the car I was in had no roof. It didn't feel like a car; it felt more like a horse and buggy but without the horse.
As I was driving I kept running into all these obstacles and I kept hitting other cars and driving off. Once I was ran into the curb by another car so a bunch of race cars could go by! I was getting really frustrated. My sister's bite was cold to the touch, which was a good thing because it meant the venom wasn't spreading quickly. When we finally got to the hospital, the bite was growing warm, which was bad. I woke up before we went inside.

Man, I'm itching for another lucid dream! DX
I can only attempt to WILD twice a week and I've never succeeded yet. I need a method to try in the meantime...-_-

12/02/11

So i'm back in work.
There is a kareoke theme going on. John o' calls me over and tells me i've gotta sing. And there is a shortlist of a few songs. All christmas songs (because in my waking life, every christmas at work, in the pdr, we have kareoke ).
Anyway, Morrissey was one of the songs (moz never to my mind did a xmas song, but in my dream he had) and i knew i'd already picked moz on a previuos occasion. So i went for another one. But i seem to skip over my song.
THEN Michael Keaton, wearing 'batman' like ears is suddenly there, doing Morrissey.??????
Right after that, an old mate od mine- Nixi, turns up and tells us of his problems he has with working for his dad and his personal relationship with him. So i comfort him.
Then i'm in the delivery area, dressed as the honeymonster from the sugarpuff adverts, but rocking like angus to some ac/dc (complete with schoolboy cap!- knobhead!) and a sweeping brush in my hands, like it's a guitar. Whilst this is going on Luke is cleaning out the hygene store so there is dustpan n brushes everywhere.
I stop arsing about and ponder upon a hypothetical scenario of Carolyn being in the office at the time, and see me messing around and bollocking me! And how stupid i was for not checking her absense. And then remember an occassion where Simon got bollocked for something. And him, holding his hands up and saying "i havent't got an excuse, i'm sorry" with a smile on his face (which happened in real life).
Then i think of a scenario of a camera catching me picking my nose (which, if your chef, is NOT a good thing really, is it!? ).

Then i have a false awakening. I get up to write in my dj (paper one). And i'm not entirely sure if i was at home or not. Lewis from work is there who keeps talking to me as i'm trying to write, which does my head right in! Paul is in the background (work) i politely tell him to do one. And i continue with dj. Ann-Marie is there, wanting me to play a miniture version of draughts, to which my attention turns, then i start playing against coffee shop Sue, both thinking we have the best tactics.

what a load of drivle. still, in none lucid dreams, you dream what you dream really, don't you?

Dream Lucid Me DC

Dream 1
I was in some place which was kinda like my school. Me and my friend E were looking for some parts so we could open an door. Infact, everyone was looking for those parts. We came to the door and started to put the pieces in, but I got angry to my classmate and punched him to the face. Then I "woke up" (Travelled 2 seconds back in time.) and started to explain about how I just had a dream in a dream (I just can´t take the hint, even from myself.) and punched him again. And the same happened again. And again. And again. (Best dream EVER!) Then everyone went insane and started to run everywhere. Some guys chased me and E and we tried to find an exit. As we were close to it, I realized that I left my gloves to the start. We turned around and started to run back. Two other guys started to chase us, and I poked them with cards to keep them away. I wake up.

Dream 2
I´m in some room with my dad. He explains something, when I suddenly realize i´m dreaming. But as I start to think what to do, I wake up.

My dream recall isn't at it's best today, plus I wasn't asleep to long. I went to bed at around 4 a.m. and got up at 9:30. Laser tag really winded me.

Fragment one:
I'm with this kid. He seems to be my friend. He starts to ask me for money and I'm like "I don't have any money." He says "Well just steal some from your dad. I tell him that isn't a good idea, but soon after peer pressure gets the better of me and I take the money for him. Later on in the dream he asks me for money again, to which I respond, "My dad doesn't have any more cash."

"Does he have a credit card?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll just use that!"

We end up taking one of his (non-existent) devices. We insert the credit card in it and withdraw the money. Now I'm getting really nervous. He'll obviously see the withdrawal. I think I hear my dad at the and I tell him to hide the credit card and device.



Fragment 2(not sure if they're connected):

Some kids that I know are at my house (well…apartment) and it appears that they're looking in a book version of my dream journal. After a while of reading they start to kind of mock me (which I expect) but it doesn't really bother me. Then they really start to mock me, and after a while I promptly get up from my couch and tell them:

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

I repeat said phrase until they vacate the premises. (Yeah it was a bit mean, I just didn't see what was the point of inviting people to my house if they were just going to make fun of me the whole time, I barely even knew them either).

I think I had one more dream after this one but I can't remember it. But last night as I was trying to fall asleep I finally got into a dream where I was in this hall. I started to run down it and then I started to feel control of my outside body. It was weird, like I fell down but never got up. Well I haven't really been lucid in a while, next time I am though I have to remember about Operation: Ghost. Well I'm hungry and I'm gonna go have some breakfast.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a small hallway that was dimly lit. I stood by a little group of shelves for newspapers. I saw and grabbed a copy of The Onion. But somebody acted in a mean way that made me nervous as I was grabbing the paper.

I got nervous, pulled the paper out quickly, and hurried away. But a few steps away, I realized I had gotten only a few of the first sheets of the paper, not the whole thing. So I went back to grab the rest of the paper.

I was now in a gas station. One of my friends was with me, I'm not sure who. Behind the counter of the gas station was a youngish woman, a little overweight, with copper-tan skin and long, black hair that was pulled back and a little frizzy. She was really cheerful and nice.

I was sitting in a big, pink recliner before the counter. I seemed to be sitting inside of it as though I were really small, maybe a child. But I also seem to have been myself, at my normal height, as well.

Apparently I was wearing diapers and I had wet my diapers. I hadn't told the woman, but she knew that I needed to change my diapers. She told me that there was a restroom in some place across the street (a cafe or a fast food restaurant?). She told me I could change my diapers there.

I didn't have diapers, and somehow the woman knew that, too. She pulled down, from a top shelf over the cash register area, a partly empty pack of diapers. There were two adult-sized, pink diapers inside. The woman told me I could change into one of these diapers and hold onto the other one.

Somehow I came to understand that the woman thought of me as either her kid or as a person who needed someone to take care of him like a mother would. She had known this for a little while, so she had prepared for it. I thought it was wonderfully nice of her to think of me.

I was now outside, on a wide street on a sunny day. The space on either side of the road seemed wide and empty, maybe with dirt lots or grassy lots, although there also were buildings somewhere in the distance. All around on the road there was a feeling of heavy machinery and dusty construction material.

A group of young people, some or all of whom may have been my friends, were laying out a line of what looked like gigantic surge-protector power strips. The power strips were maybe 1.5m long and .6m wide. At either end, they seemed to have poles sticking out of them, like the poles for rope-belt line makers.

The young people would lay the surge protectors down and then plug huge, black cords into them. A few people had to carry and set down each surge-protector. Both that work and the plugging work seemed difficult.

I was trying to find a place in the work where I could be helpful. But the people were all working so quickly and efficiently together already. I couldn't get in. Eventually I was worried that I would look lazy.

I may have made some kind of weak assertion to everybody else that I should have a place in the work. But one of the people (the only person I can remember now was a man with olive-colored skin, shaggy, black hair, and a shaggy goatee) said something about how I was too much of a sissy to help. One person may have told another person, "Tell that guy to go back to the diapers that girl gave him and have fun with those."

So I walked over to what seems, now, like a flatbed trailer for a semi truck. The bed seemed to have been made out of heavy planks of wood. Oddly enough, the pack of diapers the woman had given me was sitting on the bed. There was also some kind of pile of pages or some kind of book. The story in the pages/book may have been something similar to Alice in Wonderland.

I was now "almost-present" in some kind of place with an old friend of mine, M. M was trying to show me, in his usual intelligent-jester way, some article that he found really funny in The Onion.

I had a series of views based on that article. Sometimes it was like I was looking at the paper. Other times it was like the images on the paper, while still paper-images, were also my whole view, as big as the world. At other times, it was like I was in the images, like they were the three-dimensional, real world, while still looking like newspaper images.

The article was taking some fictional discovery made by fictional scientists, which was obviously a cave which had been used by prehistoric peoples for women to give birth in. But the article was trying to make it sound like a mystical place. The humor of the article, apparently, was how the scientists were trying to give this place a really mystical meaning, when it was "just" a birth cave.

At one point I saw a cross-section image of the birth cave. The cave had three rooms, one set behind the other.

The very back room was labelled with some "really mystical" title by the scientists. In actual fact, it was "just" some kind of room where a spirit was being prepared to enter into the body in the mother's womb. The middle room was the room where the actual birth took place. This room was again, given some "comically mystical" name. The front room had some weird label like "meat and other stuff." I took this to mean that all the supplies that one gets by living in the outside world started to be given to the newborn child here.

The article seems to have been full of references to an astral state. Apparently the scientists had discovered human ribs in the middle or front room. So the scientists made some weird comment about how the "astral ribs" of a cave dweller had been damaged and left behind.

The front room had been fashioned, apparently, into a spacious, domed room, with a wide doorway to the outside. The domed ceiling was the natural stone of the cave, though it also seemed to be fashioned into shapes that looked like tiles.

Near the front of the room, some of the "tiles" were missing from the ceiling. The scientists made some "comically mystical" statement about the shaped that the dark space now left by the missing tiles made in the ceiling. But the "comically mystical" statement "only" amounted to what the image actually looked like -- a woman lying on her back, giving birth, while another woman knelt before the first woman, receiving the child.

At this point I may have been trying to figure out what exactly was funny about this article. As far as I could tell, I thought, from my reading about prehistoric life, birth caves were very mystical places, and the birth process was very mystical. The fact that the image of birth in a birth cave had naturally occurred also seemed mystical to me. I couldn't see why a mystical treatment of the whole thing would be so funny.

Dream #2

I had apparently done some kind of complex work project for my boss. It was something I had done on my own initiative.

My boss now began criticizing my work. He told me that the work I had done was too complex. He said that this wasn't the kind of things clients liked to see from us. He said that our job was to do something more simplistic, very basic, and using very basic data.

My boss told me that we couldn't do anything that expressly directed our clients' ideas, because our clients' job was to have ideas. My boss said, "We need let the clients have a chance to do some value creation on their own. So if we just put a bunch of basic data together and something in it inspires our clients to have an idea, we've done a good job."

I took this to be my boss' nice way of breaking it to me that I was spending too much time doing the stuff I actually liked and not enough time doing the pain in the neck work of finding basic data, doing basic number work.

I knew my boss was too nice to tell me that I had been kind of on the wrong track for a while, and that I needed to get back on the right track of looking for hard number-data. So he'd made some cover-up story that really didn't even match what his real thoughts about our work was.

I now felt kind of stupid and lazy for not having done enough number work.