non-lucid

So much space...
I was in a space station, something to do with the Fantastic Four I believe. I walked into a kind of spherical observatory room, where a scientist was standing. He looked eccentric.
I moved closer to the glass window of the observatory, to see outside.
Holy crap.
We were so high up. Just hanging there, orbiting a planet, with a massive amount of space around us. So isolated, yet I saw different planets and stars in the distance, and it was totally overwhelming. I felt like we could just drop out of the sky at any moment, falling thousands of miles. it was intense. I don't think I can really explain it.
It was so scary, thinking about how far down (or up) I could fall, if I fell out of that space station.
Standing there seeing whole planets just tiny beneath me, it was unreal.

So, I can't remember why, but I had to run away from the observatory. I ran through several large, different rooms, and I think the scientist was chasing me. The space station had clean, white and grey walls, but eventually I ran into a sort of blue cave.
There was several people standing there, and they had super powers.
A strangely shaped, large woman began to tell me the name of her power.
"I know what that means", I said. "If I shot you, you'd turn into water and wouldn't be hurt". As I spoke, parts of her turned to water then back to flesh.

Colourful train
I'm on an open-top, colourful red and yellow train - it looked like a huge child's toy. Actually, in hindsight, everything was bright and pleasant looking in this dream.
I particularly noticed two girls sitting ahead of me. Then, I saw my Dad on the station far below. He called up to me, and told me that I'm "blocking their view" with the way I was sitting, or something.
"Who?" I asked, perplexed.
He nodded towards the two girls, eyebrows raised.
What the hell, how could I have been blocking the view of the girls in front of me? Well anyway, they decided to move places, so they ended up sitting a few seats behind me.
I got the impression that this was actually so that I couldn't look at them, but they could spy on me, because I was attractive to them. Weird.
One girl actually got up, and came to sit next to me.
Next thing I know, she's my girlfriend. My recall skips a bit here. We're still on the train, and I decide to show her Minecraft on her laptop, because she hasn't heard of it.
I tell her my username, so she can log in, but she spells it wrong.

I was at what was apparently the school concert. Our "school" was some sort of giant hall with a huge auditorium.

At first I had been showing my mother and my sister around. Then I headed onto the stage.

Somehow this lady randomly decided that I was going to sing with the music theatre people. Next thing I knew I was dancing around on some stage with a bunch of other people, singing some song I barely knew. I sang my heart out, trying to follow along with the words and the song.

Afterwards, I was with the others. There were two shows per day for this music theatre thing. I decided I might as well ask for the music so I could at least try to memorize the words. I asked the teacher for them. She handed me a pile of papers. I didn't know how to read music vocally, so it was all very confusing for me. Then another girl started singing it, and I started to get it.

Then I was outside with a small group of people, waiting for the next performance. Someone's mother was there making spaghetti for us. I watched as she mixed the sauce and the noodles around. Then she handed each of us a bowl of it. I sat on the concrete against the fence with KR and some others.

Then my cellphone rang. I expected it to be my mother, but it wasn't. It was some random guy that sounded much like a stereotypical gangster. He told me (politely, to my surprise) that I had kept texting this person's number, and that they didn't have the music stands that I kept asking for. I apologized, and the dream ended there.

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There was something to do with Kingdom Hearts.

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Edit: Ok, I can finally get up without feeling like I'm going to fall over right away, so here's that other one...

I was walking down the street at first. I decided I should get on the bus.

As I boarded, I realized that the driver was absolutely nuts. It was some woman. She was speeding like mad down the street. There was some policeman shouting at her to stop. The woman threw the bus into a 360 spin before deciding to stop for him.

He boarded the bus and started driving. The bus took me down what was supposed to be the HU trail route. I led through some little pathway in some park. I thought that the routes were usually a little more distinct, but apparently this one wasn't.

I got off the bus for some reason. I had to follow it. I went up the path and it led me to a bunch of little houses. I entered one, and there was some random party going on. I quickly rushed through and tried to follow the bus as fast as possible.

I ended up in some random house. There was a blonde woman there who seemed to be a guardian of sorts; she was asking me questions about what had happened. The policeman was there too, and I swore that whatever had just happened was not my fault.

Then the policeman randomly pulled out a baby. It was sick, slightly tinted green, and unconscious. The woman freaked out, and the policeman questioned us. I swore that I had never even seen this baby before. The dream ended there.

non-dream / dream / lucid

Sonhei que estaríamos comemorando a páscoa de noite. Havíamos comprado vários chocolates e, já de noite, estávamos indo para a casa dos meus tios. Colocamos tudo no Peugeot preto e estávamos de saída. Minha mãe estava dirigindo, meu pai estava no carona e eu e meu irmão estávamos atrás.
Meu pai disse que deveríamos ter saído com o carro novo dele, que era um carro verde (que não temos na vida real). Voltamos para casa e trocamos o carro.
Estávamos indo pela rua da frente da biblioteca (já era de dia). Vimos que, a uns 100 metros atrás de nós, estava um homem segurando uma metralhadora. Por segurança, meu pai começou a dirigir rápido, ultrapassando vários carros e passando até no sinal vermelho. Quando olhamos para trás novamente, vimos que o homem da metralhadora estava bêbado, e que segurava uma arma de brinquedo. Ele foi andando até um bar e vimos que a "arma" na verdade era um carrinho de bebê.
Já não estávamos mais no carro, e o homem bêbado pegou o carrinho de bebê (ele estava virado para dentro do bar) e o jogou para trás, chutando-o sem olhar. Mas, nesse momento, estava passando um homem por trás dele, e o chute acertou o rosto do indivíduo (embaixo do olho direito, mais precisamente). A cena repetiu-se várias vezes, mas com a câmera em outros ângulos e até em câmera lenta.
Depois, estávamos jantando na casa dos meus tios (que era a casa do Chris [Todo mundo odeia o Chris/Everybody hates Chris]). Meu pai estava no lugar do Julius (ponta da mesa) e vi que ele estava com a área embaixo do olho direito roxa, como se quem tivesse levado o chute fosse ele.

non-dream / dream / lucid

Sonhei que haviam começado as aulas. Chegamos no colégio e estavam todos no auditório. Vi mutia gente conhecida, como o William Pandini, Brian, Victor e muitos outros. As pessoas estavam divididas em turmas. Victor foi para a turma 307 e eu para a 301, junto com William. Depois da palestra, fomos direcionados para nossas salas. Encontrei José, Wilson e Gabriel (todos da turma do inglês) lá, e os cumprimentei.
Após me sentar, vi as pessoas que agora faziam parte da minha turma. Vitor (inglês), José (que inclusive haviam dois dele na sala [um vestido de branco, sentado na minha frente, e outro vestido de preto, no fundo da sala]), e vários outros. Percebi que Vini, Amanda e Victor não estavam na minha sala.

Starting Fires, Fighting Madoff

This dream starts with a false awakening. I woke up and I was on a dark colored, probably black, boxy couch. I looked around and I was in a very modern looking room. The color scheme was black and dark browns. There were panels that it looked like people dressed behind but the panels were hiding other couches. I saw on of my friends, Nikki, being followed around by two other girls. They were all laughing and looking at something attached to her foot. There was a chain attached to her black skinny jean and that chain was dragging behind it a metal match box looking thing. Every step she took it made sparks fly from the floor that it scratched. I asked her about it but I got little answer. Apparently this thing was new for everyone. Other people came out from behind the panels tried it on and danced and skipped with it. One guy ran and then did a sliding tackle, causing sparks to fly up like a dragon tail behind him. Nikki put it back on and started going around with it. She walked too close to one of the many couches and it lit aflame. Fortunately there were several fire extinguishers all around the place. Soon this became sport: setting things aflame then blowing it out. Some how this transitioned to several people, including myself, sitting in stations to blow out the flames where ever people started them up. At some point, it became apparent that we were in a war with a famous talk show host that had committed many crimes, including money laundering. My mind had instantly named him, Bernie Madoff. My ex, Olivia, put it on, caught something on fire and then we couldn't get it out. Me and my cousin, george, escaped and he gave me a small automatic rifle with a voice command grenade launcher. We headed down the hill and some zombie slaves of Madoff came towards us. I was able to shoot them in the head. We came next to a tree and I climbed it. George taught me how to use the grenade launcher. There was a switch on the nuzzle that would either turn the safety on or the grenade launcher, depending on which way you pushed, and once fired, you had to yell explode for it to go off. As a test I shot one right to the bottom of the tree I was at, where my cousin and Olivia were at and I yelled "Explode". I thought about what I was doing but it hit me right after I yelled so I jumped down right into the explosion. Lucky, there was no friendly fire in this dream so everyone was still alive. I then peppered the field of on coming zombies and then yelled explode. It was good.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I intended to become lucid the last day of the year, but sadly I didn't. I still had alot of dreams which will have to do.

03.00: Bedtime

6.31: Fragments
*I'm having sex with Monica. It feels great, but neither one of us gets to climax before the dream fades.

*Akono is talking on the DV chat. He lists me and a few other DG's and tells us something about "building it up"

*My family's got a tiger as a pet apparently. It's as big as their current dog which is a rotweiler. "Something will go wrong one day" I say and watch the tiger jump around and play like a normal cat.

10.45: Plane crash
I'm standing close to the centre of my hometown with a few people, including my brother Martin. We're not doing anything in particular when suddenly we can hear a plane. It sounds as if it's about to crash nearby, the sound is deafening. A second later we can hear the crash and me and Martin starts running up the street. Going downhill now we arrive at an intersection. A huge jet engine flies past us. "Hide!" I yell at him as I hide behind a few bushes. The military starts running past us and I can hear people yelling all over the place. The wind picks up and it's gotten dark all of a sudden. Martin tells me to follow him as he heads for some bushes.

We start crawling in this very claustrophobic tunnel. All around me is thorny bushes, underneath is fresh dirt. We crawl in the tunnel for a long time, always switching the tiny, weak flashlight and a camera of some kind. Martin tells me to stop screwing around and focus. I spot a single piece of grass in the bushes, glowing light blue. I eat it up and it gives me strength. After some time we are finally out of the tunnel. We're on a backyard driveway. Getting into a van we try to escape. The road is very narrow because a truck is parked right there. I can hear the bushes getting torn up on my side. Martin drives the car out of the lot and away. I look in the mirror and I notice we've ripped off a large branch off of a currant bush and dropped it infront of the house. I start worrying we'll get caught.

10.45: Fragment
*I'm with my uncle in a boat. There's another one following us as we just go around aimlessly. I throw a net in and an orange ball.

12.00: Weird...
I'm watching a movie with a few whales swimming around. They are visiting different places and jump over rocks and stuff. I recognise one place all of a sudden and I tell Monica it's our place. On land I can see several small mining shafts, and the rock around them has been cut and shaped into rectangles. Like pyramids or something. Suddenly I'm there. I walk around and inspect them all. I spot a few blocks of gold and I wonder why they don't build a goldmine there. "It wouldn't be profitable" I hear. I spot the remainings of an old cut down tree. Embedded in it is alot of gold. I touch the decaying tree stump. Two people appear on benches nearby.

They're writing some kind of test and I go up to them and look at it. It's the math B test. It looks very hard. I start walking down a corridor that appeared just like that. One of the girls starts walking with me, I recognise her as an old classmate I had when I was a kid. "Was the test hard?" I ask her, then immediatedly "Oh that's right, it depends on how you are as a person". We enter a classroom and I spot a coffee machine. The filter is fucked up so I correct it and grab a cup of coffee. I get a mouthful of ground coffee beans and I almost puke.

I gag on the coffee and spit it out in the paper bin. It takes me a while to clear my entire mouth. Suddenly I spot a guy sitting on a table, he looks frightened. I start reading on some kind of bucket. I don't remember what I read but the text was disturbing. "They will come for us" he tells me. A doctor enters the room. I fall down and try to crawl away from him on my back. He jumps up and puts his first foot on my knee, then his other on the other one. He does the same when I move back the first knee. "Okay, okay! I give up" I say. I realise I have no chance against a Kung-Fu master anyways. He wants to give me a shot and I pull up my sleeve.

Holding my other hand around my bicep, I pump blood into the arm. He positions the needle just below my hand on the vein. With a quick motion he pierces my skin. I think all is well, it barely hurt at all. He pulls the needle out again and tells me he has to redo it. This time he jabs it in the vein at an angle, and this time it hurt alot. I can tell the needle went too far and he pulls it out again. Again I am stabbed in the vein and I can see the sadistic look in his eyes. I am too scared to complain. With a pulling motion he rips the vein completely open. There is no blood. A last stab right down in my arm and I wake up.

12.00: Cutting in line
I'm in a queue with alot of other people. It takes forever for it to move, but after a while I am inside a room. Some guy with short hair starts pushing his way through the crowd, cutting in line. I let him go past and I can do nothing but shake my head. Three more people do the same, his friends obviously and I get pissed off. When we finally enter the room I turn to my friend Felix. "Isn't it ironic how someone as intelligent as me gets pushed around by a monkey?" he laughs at it all. We're all positioned at different rows with computers. I end up in the row furthest away from the door.

12.00: Mean relatives
I'm with my relatives in a room. All the grown ups are having a discussion about intelligence and maturity. They start slandering me and telling me I am a kid in a man's body. I get pissed off and is about to leave when I accidentaly break their staircase. I grab the piece that flew off and try to fix it. One of them starts talking to me and I have a long discussion with her about how I have matured since school. "You guys have this imagine of me, from like seven years back" I say.

14.00: Acrobats
I'm with my brother Martin once again and we're climbing on a large tree trunk scaffold thingy out in the water. At every intersection we do acrobatics. There are two more guys behind us, doing the exact same thing. After a while I hear a splash. I look behind me and the guy who fell in the water is already up climbing again. "Hurry up before the cops show up!" I yell at them. We get off the thing and jump in the water. I get up on the dock and can see something huge move around under the water. "Hey! There's something under you" I say and everyone gets up on the dock.

The creature moving around never reaches the surface though, and I decide to chase it. I grab a tree branch and jump down in the water. Holding the branch under me, I start jumping up and down. The momentum makes me splash around and gain speed. I am soon riding around on the surface with the branch under me. Fish starts jumping and I grab one. I get up on the dock again and inspect it. It looks very weird with an oval mouth, and only one crooked tooth in there. "It's a Bellyfish" a guy tells me. He squeezes it and roe starts coming out of its mouth. "See?" I start thinking. "That roe has probably already been fertilized, as it's autumn" They all agree.

14.00: Dressing room at work
I'm in the dressing room at work. A guy is standing next to the sink and I walk up to it to rinse my face with water. He grabs my head and starts talking about fingers and shit. He tries to put soap in my eye. I refuse to take his shit and grab his finger. Bending it I watch him squirm. "Okay okay! I give!" he tells me. He won't fuck with me anymore. Alot more people show up, girls and guys. No one is naked though. My boss comments on my weak figure. I flex a bit and show him I still got some muscles. Another guy comes up to me. "I can tell you've been at the gym this morning, working on your back are you?" he asks me smile. Asshole.

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! I've recorded all my dreams so far this year, and this is what I came up with in the end:

Dreams: 639
Lucids: 44

Next year I aim for 1000 dreams and 70 lucids. I know I can do it as I took a few months break this year. I will try not to slack off next year though.

Happy New Year! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I remember sitting inside a bus when someone asked if I had a girlfriend or not...I told that "No, I don't" even though I was very nervous before the answer because my ex-girlfriend sitting next to me...she had no reaction though

Then (I think) I was inside some kind of game when I had leather black gloves and the world around me was dark-red. I had to open doors and hide in search of something, I suppose but then...when I opened one door, weird wolfs started to attack me. After that I had a rifle in my hands and a blurry screen...I started to jump backwards and firing it at the wolf, climbing the boxes this way and doing some fight...after that I died from a bite.
Strange screen appeared that asked if I wanted to continue living or wanted to end it...I press "continue" though wasn't very sure what I pressed the first five minutes.
I appeared in some lake or some sorts. Seeing that there’s only way out(Up in small tunnel), I started to swim there. I was inside a corridor with four white, wooden doors. After taking a deep breath, I opened it and gasped…blood on the ground and weird, scary voice of woman telling me something. Then red hospital bed slide to my feet and I saw a board with picture of FBI agents behind the text that said “Don’t Enter This Room”

…I closed it the same instance and them some beast tried to break it. I spend my last minutes in dream trying to close the old lock on that door.

Slept a little last night, but for some reason, I didn't sleep very well, and was very restless. I even took 2 melatonin to try to help. Bleh, one would think that a night of no sleep would cause you to pass out the next night. Not the case with me, apparently. Yay sleeping problems! -_-

Anyway, here are some fragmented dreams from last night. I know there was more to them then what I have, but oh well. I did my best.

My choir teacher from last semester was teaching a different class, no idea what class. I was in the classroom, sitting at a desk you'd find in a middle/high school (the ones with the little baskets under the tops for books and such). The room seemed dimly lit, and the carpet was dark blue. She was giving us some sort of assessment test. I didn't remember the material or what it was over, but I wasn't prepared for it. I took it and handed it in. She graded them, and when she handed mine back, she told me I had made the highest grade. I looked at it, and I had made a 2.9/3.0. I had only missed something by a tenth of a point. I was very, very surprised. She was very impressed, and said "Krista, I would love to be your pastor." I found this to be a little off, but I just went with it, since in waking life she also directs a church choir. She was beaming when she said this. She was wearing an off-white shirtt.

Then I was in and out of restless sleep for awhile. Finally went back to sleep at some point during the tossing and turning and had another dream.

I dreamed that someone, I think my friend C, was staying the night with me, though I have no idea where we were. I just know it was dark in the room. The same part kept repeating, with us waking up at 10:00am to the alarm on my cellphone. Every time, I was very groggy upon waking.

I'm not sure if this is from the same dream, but I was in a museum of some sort, and there was a display of a guy in a glass box laying down with a bed slowly crushing him. I was with a group. There was a bar on the bed that kept going through his neck. It looked like it was going to sever his head, but I never saw it do so. It always came pretty close. He was terrified and in pain. You could see the terror on his face. He kept trying to stop the bed, but it kept coming down on him. There was no blood, but I could clearly see the muscles inside of his neck. On top of the box, there was either a picture or a statue depicting a shriveled, dark body of what looked like a child covered in blood with a huge shard of sheet metal in his neck. The picture/statue was not detailed in the face. The display was something that was supposed to warn people that beds can act as sharp metal and to be cautious...something along those lines. I kept seeing the box and the statue over and over again. I thought the display was terrible.

More restlessness, then I dreamed I was in my family's kitchen, and I was standing beside my mom, who was washing dishes and watching the little mini-TV that's attached to the top of one of the cabinets. In the dream, my mom had been an actress in a lot of plays and movies, but she no longer did it. I was jealous of her, because acting is something I've always wanted to do, but have never been able to get the hang of. I was also happy for her though. I saw flashes of her in movies, doing a great job. Then, something about Justin Bieber (lolz), though it didn't really resemble him. He had freckles everywhere, and his hair was very dark, I'd say almost black, and he had a bowl cut. His arms and legs were also very hairy (yay puberty!). He was with a friend of mine, not sure who. They were in the top floor of a house that was on a small cliff right next to the ocean, though there was no beach around. The sun was setting, and there were many pinks and oranges in the sky. I met Justin Bieber, and had a little conversation with him. I talked to him a couple of times in the dream, though I don't remember exactly what was said. I told my friends I had met Justin Bieber. At some point, I was with my friend MK, and we were in one of my friend's houses. He pulled out one of those containers that come full of blank CDs or DVDs, but there were no CDs or DVDs in it. It was full of weed. I knew my friend MK didn't like weed, so I told her we didn't have to stay, but she said it was ok. I don't ever remember smoking the weed.

And that's all I remember really. I actually tried to WILD last night, and I got very close, but as soon as I started to feel the onset of sleep paralysis, I got excited and then I heard a sound come from upstairs, so I lost it. I will say that my recall is improving. Ever since I came back to DV, I've been remembering more and more dreams. What's funny is I used to have little to no trouble remembering dreams before I started college. Then life happened I suppose, heh.

Dream about having lucid dreams… so someone in my dream challenged me to have a lucid dream at beach and to see what happens when you have 11 towels. So I walk to this area and there is a hot tub and a sand box so I’m guessing this is the beach where I’m supposed to have 11 towels so I lay down in this chair that is also part of the hot tub to fall asleep… But I can’t fall asleep. People I don’t know start showing up and distracting me. Before the people make it over by me I realize I’m wearing boxers, so I put on my bathing suit that happened to be floating in the water. Of the people that showed up I only recognized my mom, and she asks me how the hot tub is.

Side Note: Missed 25 Doors

31.12.2010

Death by North Korea (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to boost my recall, so I'm going back to recording everthing I remember about the night's sleep!

I was trying to bust my friends out of a jail in North Korea. We were inside the inner courtyard of a castle which was made of lightly coloured stone. It was overgrown and run down, but there were sturdy metal bars at every exit. I was the only one of the group skinny enough to squeeze through a gap between the bars.



As I snuck around a corner, I came face to face with a Korean guard. He was wearing a green uniform and hat, and carrying a rifle with a bayonet. As he saw me, his eyes widened, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he turned and ran away- towards a guard outpost I assumed. I charged after him, to prevent him from raising the alarm. We struggled through some thick, overgrown flowerbeds and out into the open. Unfortunately I was now in full view of a guard with a mounted machine gun. He turned before I had a chance to react and fired. Everything went into slow motion. I felt the bellets going into my chest, but it was more of a discomfort than actually painful. Next thing I knew, I was back in the cell with my friends. I had respawned.

I tried again many more times, and eventually got my friends out of the cell using a crowbar I found in the guards' quarters. We made our way slowly through the overgrown flowerbed again. There was more than enough cover to conceal us from the machine gunner. The next thing I knew, I had a bow in my hand. There were long sharp bamboo sticks on the ground all around me, so I picked one up and prepared to fire. As I pulled back the string, I lined up my target- the machine-gunner. I let it loose. Headshot! The guard stumbled out of the turret and fell to the ground. This alerted all the other guards in the vicinity. A screaming alarm sounded and they all rushed out of their quarters. A fight ensued. I think I might have been semi-lucid, because I remember thinking that I would find some proper arrows in a quiver on my back if I simply looked for them there. Indeed I did. As my friends fought the guards at close range, I ran around the edges of the courtyard firing arrows and making ridiculous shots which always found their target. Finally, all that was left was one man. I assumed him to be Kim Jong-Il, but he was much taller and more badass. He was also dressed in a black robe, unlike the dull green boiler suit Kim Jong-Il is always seen in. I fired plently of arrows at him, all of which hit him at various points on his cranium, but had no effect. He advanced on me slowly. I had my back to a huge stained glass window. Beneath it was a sheer drop to the front of the castle. When the cloaked figure was close enough (by now his head was like a porcupine), I slipped around behind him and performed a "this is sparta" kick to send him through the glass. He fell, wailing, to the stone ground below.

I was at a dance recital. I, along with some other older girls, were there to accept an appreciation award while the younger ones danced. The room looked like something from this elementary school near me. It was a cafeteria with a stage in it. Everyone was seated in bleachers. I was sitting with some friends, but then decided to sit with my ex Mat. After a few minutes he gently grabbed my hair in the back of my head. Then he put his arm around me. I told him, "Stop. I have a boyfriend." He didn't say anything, but when I tried to pull away, he wouldn't let go.

American Psycho Playground
0524: I am in what seems to be a school playground in the middle of nowhere. Sandboxes, grassy areas, pull-up bars, chain-link fences, and so on. Christian Bale from American Psycho is here, chasing me and other people. Somehow he gets stabbed and falls to the ground. He calls an ambulance. The rest of us run and hide behind cover. He can't move but he's still throwing sharp things like knives and and pencils. One almost hits me. He is covered in blood. I'm not very afraid though. Just cautious to dodge the projectiles.

short WBTB, just long enough to drink a glass of water with a B-complex supplement

fragment
In bed, notice the nearby electrical outlet. It's making a noise like running water. I remove the plug from the top outlet and move it to the bottom, thinking that will somehow help.

fragment
My mother is in the next room. I overhear her talking to herself. She says that I was talking in my sleep.

Vivid Lucid With Some Tasks
Method DILD (prospective memory), DEILD
Lucidity B
Vividness A
Control B
1134: Begin recall in my bathroom. The light is off and the door is open. Dim morning light coming through my bedroom window. I remember my own advice to look at my hands and count my fingers. At first they appear normal but I stare at them for a moment. A finger on my left hand starts to look distorted and wavy. Bingo, I must be dreaming. I also notice the orientation of the bathroom is backwards compared to the real one.

I walk out the bathroom, through my bedroom, and on into the living room. There I see my father laying on the ground between the couch and coffee table. He's wrapped in a robe, like he's sick. I ask him a question, but move on. I peek in my roommate's room, but he's not there. I haven't stopped to think of a plan, so I'm just wandering aimlessly.

I exit the front door and find myself in an unfamiliar stairway. I go down one flight and pass by two young women. I think I said to them: "Oh, you're pretty, and so are you." They are carrying piles of clothes. I reason that they are moving in to the building. I stop on the landing of the floor below. It's covered with boxes and more clothes everywhere. I say aloud: "Wow, this place is really messy." Then I think: Wait, this is my place. It is my own dream in my own mind. Maybe the mess is symbolic. I pick up some of the clothes to get a closer look. They are actually neatly folded. I say aloud: "I guess I like my place like this." I'm not sure what I meant by that.

Now I exit the building and find myself in yet another unfamiliar setting. The building I was in is at the top of a rather steep hill. I am looking down a narrow street that goes down the hill with buildings, trees, and alleys on either side. It's only wide enough for foot traffic, no cars. I'd guess it looks a bit like San Francisco more than Los Angeles. Anyway, it's bright day and many people are on the street, going in and out of shops and sitting at cafe patio tables.

About half way down the hill, there is an awning that catches my attention. I think to fly and land on it. I start to fly but sputter and lose height. I land under the awning. I sit down at a cafe patio table. Also at the table is a young man with dark brown "bedhead" hair and a scraggly beard. In a hip way, not an ugly way. He's holding an Amazon Kindle. He's talking to a nearby waitress. Neither of them see to notice my presence.

Dream fades. I DEILD back.

I'm back at the same cafe patio. The man with the Kindle stands up and walks away, never having noticed me. I stand up and now have more lucidity and control. I walk to the middle of the street and look around, thinking of what to do. I'm a bit distracted as I notice a older woman standing at a podium nearby. Maybe the hostess of a restaurant. Or maybe she's selling something. I snap back into focus and remember a few tasks. Meditate. Hmm. Risky. I decide I'm not ready for that. Laugh. I can do that. I enjoy a big loud "HA HA HA!" in the middle of this busy street. Everyone stops and turns to look at me. The noisy chatter turns dead quiet. Am I embarrassed? No, surprisingly.

Now I have everyone's attention. What next? Cry and pick a fight. Not sure why I thought of these two things together. I look around the crowd and pick out the biggest, meanest guy. He's a tall, wide, Samoan-looking guy. I look up at him and taunt him with a childish "Boo hoo!" crying gesture. Then I punch him in the face with a right hook. He punches back but I block with my left arm and counter with another right. He tries a few more times but I block and counter-punch again and again. He swings once more, loses his balance and falls. I place one leg on him, like I'm posing on top of a mountain.

I start to think what to do next, but the dream fades.

Me and Pascal are discussing that Abhisit is going to have to retire next year when he will be 67 years old. He has been a prime minister for 10 years now. We are having this discussion in a clothing shop. The shop has two floors connected by a spiral gray metal spiral staircase. The lighting is soft and white. I am looking for something in the shop perhaps a computer or a phone.
Pascal says that some of his friends can pack so much into a car. I see an image of Pascal's friend with wings forcing himself into a yellow cab.

I see records lying on floor and on shelf and they belong to Pascal. A girl comes to have a look at them. One book about the Beatles is possessed by spirits because I sense their presence. The girl is looking for a good book. I tell the girl that they belong to my brother's music collection. I also see jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt lying on the floor in the messy pile.
I see the brunette girl from College Humor. I offer her some food from this warmer and it is vegan. She takes it. Then I find something slightly better in the warmer and also give that to her. It is a vegan hot dog. She refuses to take it this time. We are in the same room that the music collection is in. The room has a dark vanilla carpet. The shelves are white. After the College Humor girl took the food she walked to the opposite side of the room from the collection and food warmer.

Another dream:

I girl I knew in intermediate school is dancing in this music video that looks like an old DOS game using a forbidden dance move that looks like the wavy hand move in Hawaiian dance. She is therefore expelled from school.

12/30/10 - Bizzare Jungle, Remote Control
Dream Non-dream Lucid

Not really sure what happened exactly. I was in this weird jungle/forest, where my dream self thought to have spent the previous summer. There were some weird and exotic animals there; the one I remember most is a leopard, but it's almost like I was the leopard...

I remember another bit. I was with some animals I don't quite remember, but am pretty sure included a monkey and bird. We were running across something like a long tree, fallen sideways across water... The tree went on as far as I could see, as did the water. We were running to retreave a remote control from some other, less friendly animals.

I wish I could remember more.
Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember a dream or two from that same jungle. Something about fairies, and another involving ancient cursed runes.