non-lucid

There were more dreams but didn't write them down and can't recall them now.

Caribbean
I am on a Caribbean island. I'm in a quaint little tourist town. I am at a train station which also has some tourist shops and a club. It's evening. I wander around the train tracks as a woman's voice makes an announcement over a loudspeaker. I seem to be circling the same area and walking past the same groups of people over and over. I'm wearing a blue baseball cap which is uncomfortable so I keep trying to adjust it.

Eventually I walk into the building and look for the club. There's no bar at the club. Instead, a few doors down is a convenience store that sell beer by the bottle, so people buy the drink there and then walk to the club. The store floors, walls, and counters are all wood, rough and unpainted like driftwood. There are two women behind the counter. I order a Bud Light from one. She asks me to wait. Next to me is an awkward teenage boy who orders a "Delight" which I intuitively know is a non-alcoholic beer.

The two store clerks are busy helping another customer, a woman. She is Asian and very pregnant. She is in some kind of discomfort and is looking for a specific ointment to rub on her chest. They finally find it and give it to the customer, with the warning to "go easy with it."

Now finally one of the women turns to me and serve me my drink in a bottle and the kid's drink in a glass. The kid walks away. I am distracted, watching the pregnant woman open the bottle of ointment and take a whiff of it. Then she pours some on to her chest on top of her clothing. The store clerk warns her again: "please, go easy with it."

Then the clerk turns back to me and starts a conversation. "So what's your plan with that beer?" (not a bad opener). She is thin with long wavy blonde hair. I'd guess she is a bit older than me. She reminds me of the blonde character from Lost, whose name I don't recall. I say, "I was going to take it over to the club, see how it is." Her: "Nah, that club is no fun." Me: "Well then maybe I'll just chug the beer and go back to my hotel." Her: "But then you won't have seen any of the Caribbean." At this point I realize how poorly I have read the conversation. I try to think of something flirtatious to say, but the mental strain makes the dream end.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

00:30 GMT

Escaping attacker
I’m locked in a room. Some guy comes in and tries to have forced sex with me. I knock him down, by hitting him on the head with something. I run out and escape by jumping/flying through the middle of the building’s staircase.

Granddad
I’m with my granddad. My boyfriend tells me he went for a walk with him, but he didn’t enjoy it., because my BF demanded that they hold hands. I think that’s embarrassing and I totally understand my granddad. He is not that mentally incapacitated and to prove it he asks me out of the blue how to print a scan of a receipt on its original size because the printer keeps printing it A4 size. I promise to teach him.

3:00 GMT

Ambiguous new age healer
My mom accompanies me to some new age therapy appointment. I am not interested at all, but the lady doctor has some very interesting crystal Buddha heads for sale. I go there a second time to check for prices and she nails me down to a second appointment. I find out this doctor has a darker side. First time she was all light and colourful, the second time she was dressed in dark and received some hard-core friends in her office. She interrupted the consultation to arrange some later rendez-vous with them. I use the break to call my mom and arrange a night-out at the movies with her. I guess she said no, because I end up going out to a restaurant with this doctor and her lady friends. She kinda mocks me for being vegetarian and asks me if at least I’ll have some eggs. I don’t like her attitude. Her friends ask if they later can go to her house – where apparently they’ve never been. Then we’re joined by my BF who brings along some Spanish friends. We share my food because supposedly there's no more food for them to eat.

5:30 GMT

Room sharing
My dad is sleeping in a bedroom in what seems my mom's home and me and my BF have to go to sleep on the same room, on a mattress on the floor. We try not to wake him up. He hears some noise and he wakes up slightly and glances quickly to check out what it is, but we hide not to wake him up even more. Then when he closes his eyes again, we lay down to sleep.

Drugs and lesbians
Over a long table on open air. A very cheerful group. I join them and fill up my plate with rice and sweet corn. Then some agents appear and want to arrest us all on the accusation we all have been smoking drugs. I ask which drug exactly and they say “mushrooms with mint”. Oh, that must be nice! I did see one guy smoking a pipe, but that was all. I leave the table for some reason and when I come back they are talking about me. Apparently my alibi is that I wasn’t around when the actual drug smoking took place, because I was having sex with a girl on some room inside the house. I’m shocked! I was indeed with that girl, but we had merely been studying. I then recalled that we had previously met on the hallway two other beautiful girls who were assuming their relationship for the first time and I had given them my blessing. Apparently that was enough to classify me as a lesbian to. But hey, as long as it kept me out of prison...

Talent competition
Later, we’re gathered in a kind of gym, where some competition is going on. We’re not participating, but watching from a higher platform with no rails to lean against. I feel vertigo and I lay down on the floor so not to fall as I watch it. Contestants are showing their varied talents, from acrobatics, to hoola hoops to dancing. From the first round of contestants, the winner is my friend Evangelion on hoola hoops. That’s funny, because he is so tall and slim, he looks simply hilarious doing it. Then I realise this is stupid, my fear of heights. After all I can fly! Why would I feel vertigo? I start getting lucid although a bit flickering sometimes.
I decide to fly down there and show my ability and maybe win something. I fly several times around the salon at high-speed. Everybody seems very impressed. I hear some comments that such and such guy can also fly, but not as good as me, he more like swims through the air. Yeah, I know, many people do. I win this competition round but I refuse to keep the award to myself. There’s a little dog on a tiny wheelchair, which is sick from AIDS (silly...) and I dedicate my award to him.

Mage
Then a sort of mage appears and since I’m so good at putting a show, he defies me to come along with him to help him out with saving the world. I follow him and outside the world seems to have gone nuts. Tornadoes everywhere sucking houses into the sky, water torrents flooding streets and dragging rocks the size of a car, a really dark sky, but the next second all goes back to normal. I don’t know what’s going on, but I fly bullet like after this guy, wherever he is taking me. I then stop when I see the most strange thing: Frozen and hovering on air are two pigeons: one in upper position and the other upside down, both with their wings open as if they were flying when they got frozen, but grabbing each other by their claws. The mage and some other younger guy who appears at that moment, tell me to forget what I saw and not mention it to anybody. And I “ask what exactly shouldn’t I mention to people? “. He replies “That the laws of physics no longer apply.” And I ask if the fact we are flying around in the open didn’t show that obvious fact already.

City strolling
Still lucid but with a gap in dream recall, I then find myself strolling in a city like Paris, with my BF and my mom. I literally hop around, feeling very happy. I guess I helped save the world somehow and all is glowing in a golden light. It’s all so colourful and cozy. All the people look like friendly characters with round faces. The colours and shapes of buildings and banners announcing fresh bread and antiques are just lovely. My mom and BF call me, because I’m staying behind. I am trying to recall how I got there, but before I do, I wake up.

7:30 GMT

I was at school. I was in some sort of room, waiting for something. JO was sitting across the small room. There were a few others there, I think my mother included. I said something to him, and just stared him in the eyes.

I ended up in front of him. I ran my fingers through his hair and just stared at him. And eventually I kissed the top of his head, and we just held each other.

Some time passed, and I don't remember exactly what happened, but we ended up outside. We were looking at some sort of rink that seemed to be covered in a bouncy castle. There was some fair of sorts at the school.

We went back inside, and then we heard some sort of dilemma. As we looking outside, the bouncy castle had been deflated and ripped in the middle, and fireworks were coming out of it. "Some moron was using fireworks in there," I muttered with a bit of a laugh.

I ended up inside with him again. We were in a quaint little lodge, in a tiny room with a small bed. JO was lying on it, sprawled out with only his socks and underwear on. I took off my socks and pants, leaving a purple shirt on, and then climbed in. I just lay there and hugged him and kissed his head. Somehow we got onto a conversation about my boobs, but this dream ended here.

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I was with some people. We were looking for something I think, and we were near RA field. There was apparently some barn with foster animals there, so we decided to go visit it.

When we got there, there were some people helping out, and many stray cats. I was handed some sort of pamphlet that had instructions on making breast milk come out of your breasts. I read the instructions, and they were sure strange; one of them included eating raw eggs. I wondered why the hell she was giving this to me, but I shrugged it off.

Then I was back in the hallway of what was apparently my school (thought it was more like a hallway leading to a bedroom). I was about to sleep on a windowledge when a girl, seemingly LO, came barging around the hallway. It was a bit crazy already, and she just took it to the next level. She started dancing around and screaming. Then the whole breast milk thing came in; she grabbed her breasts out of her shirt and yelled, "DAMN I WISH THESE WERE BIGGER!!!!!!". Then she squeezed milk out of them and shot them like guns (I kid you not). I wondered how big she would want them, since they were already pretty huge.

I was then in some giant chamber, much like a part of a TR game that I played a really long time ago. I had gotten stuck in this spot in the game. It was a big blueish rocky room with random broken pillars in the middle of it. The only difference was that I had some sort of elevator thing that could be controlled by my weight.

Apparently we were supposed to have a band practice in the upstairs part. I asked the teachers if that was so, but they wouldn't give me a clear response. I started to gripe about how I would have such a hard time getting my instrument up there.

Eventually I went on that little elevator, just to see what was at the top. When I lifted my weight a bit, the elevator would go up, and if I stood heavily on it, it would drop down. The thing seemed to be made of paper. I seemed to have needed to wait a bit at the top for some reason, and I stood there, juggling my weight.

Eventually I ended up at the top. Somehow it became art class, even though Mrs. BN and Mrs. BT were there. We were about to start. Someone was beside me and Mrs. BT asked if he was a good artist. I then looked for my sketchbook and realized that I didn't have my bag with me. I asked if I could go get it.

I rushed downstairs, and back to that room I had attempted to sleep in. There were a bunch of fridges and cabinets now. I looked high and low for my sketchbook, but could not find it. I looked into one of the fridges, and there were books in it for some reason (most notably a series that caught my eye, called "The Asian Kid". Creative name no? It had a fancy blue cover with a picture of some asian boy on it). There were also numerous yellow books.

I gave up looking in that room and rushed backed to the "art class" to check if it was somewhere there. It wasn't, and I was getting annoyed. I then woke up to realize that my sketchbook was safely resting on my computer table.

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I was in that room again, lying on a large bed, trying to sleep it seemed. I was hoping that JO would come back, but instead I had random girls lying on the bed with me (to my disappointment).

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I was somewhere, sort of cuddling with some people, I think. I think I might have been lucid, but can't remember it well. I was trying to "turn" the people in other people. But it was one of those situations where I'm sort of half dreaming, about to wake up. I want them to change, and hoping the looking away from them will change them. But they won't change. And if I closed my eyes, then I would end up waking up. I ended up closing my eyes. Damnit.

I'm in school again, except I'm my real age, 47. None of the other students know this, though, and if the teachers know it they don't care, so I get no special treatment. As usual, I have trouble finding the classrooms. If I'm late for history class or haven't done my homework, which is usual, I skip the class. In fact, I skip history the whole semester. I usually skip gym, too, because it's first thing in the morning and, well, I'd rather be at Starbucks. (Who in the world expects a 47-year-old to perform well in a high school gym class anyway??) I get my report card, with As and Bs in everything except history and gym. History is a B based on the final exam, for which I just had to read the textbook, but it's marked down to a D because you lose one mark for every class missed or late, up to two grades down. As I'm reading this at home with my sister and parents present (and I'm still 47), I remark, "You know, I'm 47 and I already have a Master's degree. These marks don't even matter because the school board already has my marks from 1981. This year is just filler anyway until I can arrange to be in a university-level film production program. Why should I even worry about it?" Everyone agrees.

This is a recurring dream. History and gym are usually the subjects failed. Also, the term "filler" might have come from my having cooked a tofu fake-egg-salad sandwich for my mom's lunch yesterday and explained to her about tofu being best used as tasteless "filler", for texture and for a vegan to get a full protein serving with all the amino acids and much fewer calories. (She had been grossed out by the idea of tofu until I'd explained this. Tofu is disgusting, to vegans too, if you eat it unprepared. It absorbs the flavour of whatever you cook or marinate it in.)

But.... How did "filler" in that context translate over to "filler" for the high school year I'm usually repeating in my recurring dream? Those are two totally different meanings, and that's a big conceptual jump!

In which I explain the difficulties with getting PIO status in India to my brother-in-law...

My brother-in-law and I are sitting in his living room. I'm telling him how the Indian government has changed their tourist visa laws. Used to be, you got a long-term tourist visa that allowed you to stay in the country for 180 days at a time. After that, you had to cross over to Nepal or some place for a day and then come back into India to continue another 180 days. Now, that option is no longer available and a tourist must stay out of the country for a longer period of time between 180 day spurts.

He argues that the government has created this rule because so many people were living in the country on tourist visas by taking advantage of this system. "Lots of burnt out hippies are just hopping the border twice a year and living here indefinitely." I acknowledge that this is true, but I argue that if the bureaucracy were not so corrupt then such a thing wouldn't be necessary for many people. For example, I'm fully eligible for residency PIO status, have all the appropriate paperwork and paid all the necessary fees and yet my application was caught up in the inefficient system. I spent days running between FRRO and immigration offices only to deal with one "stone-walling babu" after another. Eventually it just became easier to remain on a tourist visa and take a biannual trip to Singapore or Nepal than to deal with the bureaucracy or pay the bribes.

My brother-in-law tells me to calm down that I'm working myself up over nothing important, especially since I don't even live in India anymore. He says every country has its problems, and at least the Indian government is not trying to run the world with a massive and corrupt war machine.

OK... about this dream- it is pretty boring but what is astounding to me is the detail of the conversation. There was no action in this dream, just conversation, but it was so precise and detailed. In the dream, my brother-in-law really used the words "burnt out hippies" and "hopping the border" and "massive and corrupt war machine" and in the dream I used the words "stone-walling babu". Also, all the details of the change in immigration, including the number of days a tourist is allowed to stay in India and the recent change in policy, are true. I'm just really surprised at my dream's ability to sustain such a detailed and accurate conversation, especially since this is an issue that has not concerned me for over a year!

In which I attempt to make four children sleep in bunk beds...

I'm in my bedroom but there is a bunk bed where my own bed normally is. Four toddlers, two boys and two girls, are running about the room. They have worked themselves up into a hyper frenzy that I find very annoying. I'm trying to regain control of the children and I'm telling them that it is bedtime. They are all blondes. The two girls have curly blonde locks and little red skirts and the boys have short blonde crew cuts and wear overalls.

After a lot of shouting and threatening punishment, I herd the children into bed. The boys are on the top bunk and the girls are on the bottom. Just as I'm turning out the lights, one of the boys suddenly leaps off the bed with his pillow and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. He randomly hits things with his pillow. One of the girls starts to cry but the other two children also jump up and start a pillow fight. Feathers are flying everywhere.

I'm livid at this point and I lose my temper. I yell at the kids that they are being brats. I yank the boy who started the pillow fight up off the ground by his arm and throw him onto the top bunk. I do not intend to hurt him- I'm throwing him onto a soft matress. But his head hits the wall and he rolls over backwards, twisting his neck.

I panic. I think that I've injured the child. I rush to him where he is laying with a twisted neck and start to cry, but he looks up at me and sticks out his tongue. He is not in any pain and he gets up and starts running around in circles, playing with the pillow feathers. I make him calm down and stand in front of me where I inspect his vital signs to make sure he really is OK. His neck is red, but he is not harmed.

Then I explain to the children that they are crayons and that the bunk bed is a crayon box and that it is time to stop coloring. They all lay down on the floor straight, stiff as logs with their hands by their side. I pick them up one by one and slide all four of them into the top bunk as if I were sliding crayons into a box. I put them in alternately head to foot. They are inanimate objects now and do not move or make a sound.

In which R and I discuss Chilean goldfish...

R shows me a picture of a man holding a giant goldfish. The fish is the size of a small car. I ask him if it is real, and he says that it is a Chilean goldfish. We go to the Facebook page of the man in the photo.

The website explains that Chilean goldfish grow up to be 25 feet long, though the average size is only 2 feet. R says that Chilean goldfish are not really goldfish. They just call themselves that to fool people. He says this is sort of like how Chilean seabass is not really a bass.

In which I'm really sorry about something...

I'm outside a beach house under a full moon looking at the house stilts. R is up in the house, and I'm downstairs in the sand crying. I'm full of regret about something but all I can remember is the feeling.

This dream was so weird. Somehow, I had gotten deaf (but I could still hear a little bit), and I had to wear these headphones to lets say, "turn up the volume".

I remember walking through my school's high school hall, and there was a lot of things different. Of course I was wearing the headphones. But there was a glass window where it shouldn't have been. It showed our library.

Our school's janitor said something to me. He had the same problem and had to wear the headphones too. I didn't have them with me so I told him I couldn't hear. He said OK and walked away.

- - - -

I came to my old house's garage, and there was a bouncer there. I think there was some concert about to go on. She asked me if I had my ticket, and I pointed to it. (It was a VIP, and they were colored all rainbowish; the regular ones were just blue I think) And she told me I could go in. I collected my ticket on the rack and went in through the "back door".

- - - -

At the end I remember being cured of my deafness.

Thieves (FRAG)

There were a group of kids that had set up a wild kind of refugee camp in front of my house. One of them kept trying to convince me to let him stay in my house while I went a way to school. I refused knowing that he was also a thief.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Got a long night's sleep last night. Which included a number of cool dreams, and a lucid! It was my second "life like" lucid, and sadly once again, I had zero control. I guess I'm out of shape from not having one in a long time, but also because of the realness of it all. Also had a dream about another DV member.

23.15: Bedtime

06.00: ShockWave the programmer
I'm at ShockWave's house. We're playing a game he's programmed on his computer. Like all games I play in my dreams, I kinda enter the game. Standing on a road in the woods, I watch as a few army trucks go by. The last one in the line is crashing into everything and almost hits me. I back away as I watch the drunk driver continue down the road. The truck goes down into a ditch, and up again. Flying through the air. I press escape several times and the game crashes. "Oh shit, what did you do?" ShockWave asks. "Uhm, I have no idea you could ruin a game just like that" I say and feel bad.

The game has been completely reset, and all his extra mods have been removed. "How long will it take to fix it?" I ask. "Oh well, like a day atleast... or a few" he tells me. Suddenly he finds a save file, and everything's OK! I sigh and tell him I gotta pee. I walk out into the living room, and sit down at a chair. There's a potty on the floor there I am supposed to pee in (wtf?). I can see people outside and his parents suddenly enter the room. I greet with them as I pull my pants up. "Where can I find a bathroom?" I ask them.

They laugh at my shyness and tells me there's a bathroom down the hall. I enter it, and close the door which is a yellow, see-through cloth. The bathroom itself is VERY small. Clothes are lying everywhere, and I try to sit down on the weird potty like toilet. I start peeing, but soon I feel I have to do the number two, but too late! I quickly jump to the real toilet, but the bathroom is already being flooded by water. I have no idea where it comes from, but I try to scoop up as much as I can.

06.00: Fantasy world
Two wanted posters flash before my eyes. Three images each, one from each side just like you get when you go to jail. One guy stands out, a Russian who looks just like Mike Rourke in "Iron Man 2" with dreadlocks as a beard. I walk on a large green field with another guy. We're about to meet up with our team, but we don't know where they are. I can hear something above and I look up. A small high-tech kite is flying towards us at a high speed. My companion points his huge grenade launcher at the thing and fires off a shot. The shell becomes a net and drags the kite to the ground. We inspect it. There's a message on there.

"We're at the trees just up ahead, beware" I read. I look up and can see something green glimmering in the trees not fifty meters away. We cross a road which seems to be doubling back around a grove to the right and walk up to a tree standing near the second road. A blue dressed woman is up in the tree, she looks just like "Mystique" from "X-men", but with a normal face. I can see the green radar panels which had reflected the sun. I greet with two more people in the small grove. I look back at the road from where we came, and spot six enormous, hairy beasts with riders.



They are following the road at a very fast speed. "Uhm, look" I say and point. "Get down and don't move a muscle!" they yell at me as they hide among rocks and in the trees. "The riders will be coming back our way in just a few seconds" I try to climb the closest tree. Twigs and leaves fall all around me as I struggle to climb. I realise I don't have time, and they will definitely see all the motion so I just stand completely still, leaning against the tree. The riders appear and all pass the tree next to the road with the blue woman in it, except one. The great boar/wolf monster sniffs the air. They back up a few meters and walk up to the tree.

We all hold our breaths as the woman whistles and an orangutang slides down the tree at the same time as the woman in blue. She masked her sound, clever. The orangutang jumps up on the mount and they're about to leave again. Just as they are at the edge of my point of view, they stop again. "Oh shit, we're dead" someone whispers next to me. A huge, green, snake monster appears from the backpack of the rider and takes the woman in blue in a second. Everyone in the grove starts struggling to get through the thick vegitation.

I get tangled up, and it's almost no use. The worm is just behind me and suddenly I fall down into a small pond of water behind the thicket. I figure there must be air pockets beneath the tree roots and I head for the bottom of the pool. A voice appears in my mind. It's one of the girls who survived. "We can talk telepathicly, you've practiced this by dreaming alot" she tells me.

06.00: Fragment
*I'm in a room, trying to watch the TV. I spot several people I don't know, and they all look very pale and skinny. They talk very fast, and seem to be having twitches from now and then. I realise it's my sister's new junkie friends. I sigh as one of them blocks the TV without even realising it. I walk down in to the kitchen to confront my sister.

15 minutes WBTB

7.30: Explosions at work
I'm at work, walking around doing nothing. I find a weird looking white rock, and I throw it away. The rock explodes in the air and I am stunned. "Awesome!" I exclaim. I start wondering if I might be dreaming. I look up at the blue sky.
"Two moons?" I wonder. It looks more like they are made out of clouds when I look for a longer time, and I figure the real moon is the brighter dot to the right. I decide it's not a dream and walk away to a few coworkers. Peter is there with another guy, digging some deep ditch which needs to be filled with concrete. I find a green pill on the ground and I step on it. A cool spray of green smoke appears as the pill breaks. Björn tells me I can find more if I look. I find a lump of green silicone. Inside I find more green pills. A guy next to us tells us to be ready, they're about to set off some dynamite.

I look behind me at the construction site. A wooden wall is in the way, but I can see through it. A container for eating in is standing just behind it. The dynamite goes off and sends the container full of people into the air. It goes up a meter or so, and slams down back again, leaning on the side. "Holy shit! Is everyone alright?!" I ask the girl standing in the opening of the container. "What kind of question is that?!" she yells back at me. "Wow, alright then, nevermind... Just trying to be friendly" I say. "Send for a truck" she tells us.

08.30: Fragment
*I'm playing real life Battlefield Bad Company 2. There are explosions everywhere, and I gun down a few guys with my sniper. I spot someone up in a window, pinning me down. I take out my RPG and shoot a rocket right into the window. "Yes!"

09.30: Vivid lucid MILD
Everything is just like the ending of "Watchmen". I am talking to a guy who has the same opinion as "Rorschach". I give him a very long speech about how fake peace is better than no peace at all. "If you expose Dr Manhattan, you will kill billions" I say. He ignores me and runs off. I become lucid. I take a look around me and I'm outside of the establishment at work. Everything is in place, even the iron gates behind me. I know he will come back soon, so I wait. I can hear voices coming from behind the building next to the gate. No one appears and I figure I'll have to go check it out. I remeber I have to stabilize the dream.

I look at my hand, 6 fingers. It's all very vivid and stable and the scenery around me doesn't change. The sky has is dark blue. I feel like trying out a stabilization technique I haven't used before. "Increase clarity!" I shout as loud as I can. The colours look a bit weird, but nothing more than that. I am satisfied and start walking. It's very slow and hard work. It takes me atleast twenty seconds to walk up to the metal gate. Once there everything goes more smoothly. I slap my face and it stings alot. I walk down the road and try to find the person who will ruin the world.

I spot a coworker, Roger. I walk up to him. "Hey! Have you seen that guy?" I ask. He smiles at me, and tells me he's down the street. I look and I think I can spot something yellow at the end of it. I slap my face again. I suddenly remember my old dreamgoal, to blow something up. I look at a tall building at the horizon and point at it. "Boom!" I say and imagine it blowing up, I can almost see the explosion and debris. Nothing happens. I figure it's too far away. "Back up, I'm gonna try to run super fast" I tell Roger. He takes a few steps back.

I dash away down the street, going as fast as I can. Which ofcourse is about as fast as I can run in real life. I try to increase the speed but I can't. It's all too real. I decide to try to fly instead and with a small jump I stretch out my arms. I fall down on the ground. I do a push up to get up. "Oh well, I'll try the correct way to fly" I tell myself. I do a few jumps to see how real everything is. The gravity is slightly off. Looking down, I stretch out my arms and jump straight up, expecting to go up. Nothing. I do this three times with no results. I wake up.

09.30: The second Europe member
I'm one of the members of the band "Europe" and I'm standing in an appartment next to a friend who's at the computer. Suddenly I hear a large "BAM!" from below. I look out the window, and I can see the member of the band whom I hate. He's hacking away at the door with an axe. "Oh shit... Not again" I moan and try to get out of the window. I get tangled up in the blinds and soon the crazy guy enters the room. He starts hitting my friend for some reason, and I can't take it no more. I grab the man and chuck him out the window. He hits the ground head first with a disturbing crack. "Shit, he probably broke his neck" I think, but I realise it must be a stuntman.

I can see him clearly now, and it's my friend Felix. I jump down next to him as he stands up. "I am so fucking sick of you and your bullshit!" I scream in his ear. I grab his head with both my hands, and slowly bite down on his nose. I can feel my teeth cutting into his flesh and I push him away when they snap shut. I spit the little piece of nose tip out in my hand. A car suddenly pulls up and he gets in. It's a convertible and the driver is his manager. I try to talk to him as he tries to go away. Another car pulls up and stops infront of the manager's car. It's full of girls and they are all demanding money which he owe them.

He tries to talk to all of us in a business-like manner. A third car appears. It looks like a trash version of the batmobile. The driver is wearing old school goggles and he heads for the hospital next to us. An old lady has to throw herself to the side to not get overrun. I realise he's trying to rob the hospital. "Again?" I think. Suddenly a movie starts playing, showing old and young people helping out when a robber is trying to rob the place. "If everyone helps out, we can do it!" is the motto.

09.30: Fragment
*I show my abs. People laugh. "Do you call that abs?" A guy at work asks me. I try to explain I haven't been working out in a long time.

09.45: Fragment
*I'm at some cabin. It's in the middle of the night and it's summer. My mom is standing next to the water. "Just because you've just had sex with my dad, doesn't make it all better" I say. I start hanging a few underwear on a box in the reeds.

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! Damn that took way too long. My wrists hurt... Anyways, I'm glad I had a long lucid again. Still sucky I didn't have any control over it. I will have to work on that.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I can remember it this time.

I'm in this gameshow (I think it is anyway) and it's my challenge next so I have to lie on this shark creature on my belly and have this strange fish on my back. The fish was large and was pale and slimy. It had a long fin going down its back and a long tail that kept flicking about. It had a HUGE mouth with no teeth and black lips. It used its mouth to suck itself onto my back. I then had to grab it's tail and tuck it under my shoulder.
The host of the gameshow said,
"Quick, you have to tuck it under your shoulder or else you will lose!"

"I can't cause it keeps hitting me in the face" Is what I replied but I did eventually. When I'd finished the fish disappeared and it was the next contestants' challenge. The next contestant was my old friend, Brodie. When I did my challenge, we weren't even underwater!

I think that may have been my first dream?

The scene changes and I'm at my school outside on the benches. I've just gotten to know these two girls. One was called Holly and I don't know the other ones name. They both had fringes that covered an eye. Whilst talking to them, I unclipped the fringes, which also had red and green highlights in.
For a laugh, I take some of my hair and I mimic their fringes. We all find this absolutely hilarious! I think there was also another person there, who was one of their friends and he was just laughing, but he disappeared when we went outside. There were also several of my other friends and they had books and were doing work or something in them.
"You'll have to catch up later, you've missed it all whilst being with your other friends." Said one.

She had blonde and curly hair and another friend had short brown curly hair. I turned around and this lady in a blue apron gave me a set of pocketwatches and said that I can sell them. Then this voice started saying that they can be sold at all these different shops like Wilkinsons, Asda, Millets etc. I turned back to my friends with the fringes and we carried on talking.

I woke up after that

This was a dream I had, it was pretty vivid. To start out, I was at school, and I asked my friend Joe if we could hang out later. He said yeah, but he had to go to his Grandma's funeral first. I told him I would go to it. I got 2 of my other friends with me, and we went to the funeral later that day.
But halfway during the funeral, Joe realized he did love and miss his Grandma and told us to go away. So I sat around and ate cookies for a while afterwards.
I then woke up very briefly, and had a dream about going and getting dinner, but of course it was just a dream, to my disappointment as I lay still in bed.

I haven't been posting entries lately due to little available time so time for some catch up.
This is from the night of 11-25-10.

Goat Milking

I was alone in a barn. The inside of the barn was painted red. I estimate the stall that I was in to be ~4 ft. by 6.5 ft. I was sitting on a bale of hay milking a goat.

Fight At School

School let out in 6th hour instead of 7th. I texted Hannah and told her that she could come wait at my house, because they said the buses weren't going to run. Andrew and Phillip walked home with me. Hannah said she was just going to wait at school, but I could go meet her if I wanted to. When we walked through the hall connecting the 3rd and 4th buildings there was a recreational football team getting trophies. My grandpaw came, but I'm not sure why. He didn't stay long. Tanner was on my computer when I got home. Some girl was also in the computer room (that we don't really have) with Tanner. (We also only have one computer). There was also a 3rd computer, but noone was using it. Andrew, Phillip, and I went to the kitchen. I ate chocolate covered pretzels. They saw Trevor outside by the school, so they ran out there. Andrew, Phillip, and Aaron (who came from across the street) wanted to fight Trevor. Aaron fought him first. Aaron took his shirt off to fight. Trevor was wearing a brown muscle shirt. Aaron had a piece of pipe that he hit Trevor with. Trevor grabbed the pipe and threw it. Mr. B t,he assistant principal from school, was watching from the bus ramp. Someone standing in the neighbor's yard kept throwing baseballs to Trevor, then Trevor would throw them at Aaron. By this time Mr. B was standing in the neighbor's yard watching, and laughing. When Mr. B got there everyone started to walk away, but once we realized he wasn't breaking it up we all came back. While we were walking away Trevor said, "Why's everyone leaving so soon?" (that was the only dialogue I can recall) I was standing by the fence for my yard and the field next to my house. There were two trashcans right there. I was leaning on one of them.

Strange Class

Mr. Dean was the teacher (Coach Hildebrant was observing), in reality he teaches Chemistry and Physics. In my dream we were in an English class. The class consisted of everyone from my Civics class. Mr. Dean is usually a nice, layed back teacher, but in this dream the office wouldn't even buzz his room in fear of upsetting him. One of my classmates had to check out so they made an announcement for the entire school instead of having to listen to him complain. The classroom was made of glass walls. The desks were locked together in pairs, using some type of heavy-duty clips, with the desks facing one another. He gave us an assignment to read a story out of our textbooks. All I know is that it took place in Birmingham... Apparently I forgot to read it (which added realism to the dream). Colby told me that I could copy his paper. Someone tried to drink something in class. Mr. Dean got mad, he said that teachers can't eat either. I said, "No offense, but if y'all want to eat then y'all can eat anytime y'all want. That's not right." At this point someone threw coke everywhere. It was either CJ, DJ, or Ty. A substitute teacher arrived moments later and Mr. Dean left.

• I remember it was me and another girl that was at least a couple years younger than myself, we were going through this really old building almost like a green house but extremely overgrown, and dark. I can't remember everything in this building but you could tell that various experiments have been tried here. we walked into a room were there were these rows of frozen blocks with snakes in them in this table-like freezer well we heard a noise somewhere in the building and freaked, so I grabbed one of the frozen snake blocks and shoved it in my pants (for protection if I need it I thought) and we escaped through this semi-gaping whole in the corner big enough o fit us through--then after that the next thing I can remember is myself and this girl sitting on my bedroom floor and watching television (spongebob if I can remember correctly...) my mom came to say something to us and that's when the snake thawed and slithered out of my shorts and went after my mother trying to kill her so I got up and stomped on its tail end and it turned around and bit me in the thigh; when I wake up i remember what the bite marks had looked like and felt the urge to check my leg--upon doing so I found the same bite marks still on my leg.

• When I was really young, I would have this reoccurring dream; but only when I slept in the room we stayed in while living with my grandparents; I will tell it exactly as I examined/thought of/about it as I did when I was this age. This is the only true reoccurring dream I have ever had. I would either see this through a third person perspective, or the woman's. It would be outside of Publix, or Albertsons in the dark, with only the store's emergency lights lighting the parking lot. The women would be always be wearing a very sexy, flattering, red dress. She was exceptionally gorgeous, and more than likely in her early twenties. She would be walking into the parking lot coming from the direction of the store, and walking up to her would be this grotesque alien. He had a dark cloak usually of reds, and purples. His face was a sight of horror; dark, somewhat slimy, rough, and you could see his brownish-pink brain protruding from his skull. His eyes would be set on the women, intent on rape. I could feel his thoughts...I could feel his emotions and urges toward this women; and I hated it, but I wanted it...I knew..I felt what he did. But, I could also feel the woman's fear as this alien approached her; she too knew what he wanted and she was helpless and vulnerable, she could do nothing if he really acted upon his urges, she couldn't fight this being. I would never actually see it or have it happen to me (depending on the perspective i watched it from), I would always wake up right as he was about to strike...

• I remember this dream vaguely. I was on a beach and I'm not sure exactly what happened but I dived into the ocean to save something or someone, and I became a mermaid. There were many obstacles that made up this ocean space, and as I swam around I had to face many of them to attempt to free the person from a trap somebody had placed them in which I believe consisted of many ropes, and I believe there was a large clam involved, though I regret to say I can not describe/remember this dream as I once could have.

I will add on to this post, as I need to go, but I have a couple more past dreams I would like here.

Not sure about time. 12/21/10
Dream
vivid dream
lucid dream
Awake


I awake at midnight. For some reason, I call my friend and we go outside. As we are walking, we see a few people, that are playing outside. Both of us think this is normal in the dream, however. We pass an old elementary school that is abandoned. After walking to to school yard we notice a somewhat overweight man with a butcher knife, attempting to cut the wall. He notices us and starts following us slowly. We start running back, all the faces of the people have changed to blank and emotionless. I remember that something IS DIFFERENT THAT REAL LIFE HERE. I take out my phone because my subconcious tells me to (in reality, I have a dream check page on my phone, with a analog clock, some text, and other similar things). I see the analog clock which is a dream sign, somewhat, and become istantly lucid. At the same time I wake up with an imaginary cellphone in my hand, this has happened many times. I wake up once I notice I'm lucid.

12/21/2010 - Witness Protection

I found myself in my house being rushed out of the front door. I was quickly shuffled into one of my Brother's (Shane's) car and we were driving away from my house very quickly. I asked what was going on and Shane said that we had to find a place to hide me. I realized that I was in witness protection, though I'm not entirely sure what I did to deserve to be put in witness protection at this point. As we were driving, we went to a yellow house that was apparently near the campus. Shane pulled up into the drive-way and opened the garage door, to which I found a number of people sitting on a couch, hiding in the room. There was a television, but it wasn't on. I can't recall any of the people's faces in the house. We got out of the car and headed into the house. I noticed there was a yellow highlighter on the driveway of the house.

We sat down and chatted for a bit, but then again Shane yelled at me to get up and get in the car. I looked in the van and my real brother (James) and three Brothers (Jimmy, Shane, and Jim) were all in the car. James hands me his motorcycle helmet and tells me to put it on. We all put on motorcycle helmets as we drive, though I recall thinking it was somewhat claustrophobic in the helmet. Shane asked me where we should go. I point out that there is a hidden place behind a series of bushes near the library near our house and I'm told that this just isn't a realistic place to hide. I'm disappointed, but I can vision the place - there is another yellow highlighter on the ground. There is a causeway to the bushes, and there is a small slit in the bushes that leads behind. I think there was a nice couch behind this area as well, but I can't recall it like I recall the other places. Shane says he knows where to go, and he pushes on the gas. We end up driving into a Col-de-Sac of a rich neighborhood and stop outside a house. Again, another highlighter. We get out of the car and head into the house through the garage.

I take off my helmet and enter one door, finding myself in my "new room." It was very blue. Everyone else has their helmets off now. I start unpacking boxes and realize that I'm going to have to come up with a new name. I think I chose Faith as my new name, but I was disappointed because all of the things that I have have my old name on it. Shane points out that most of them don't have to go on the wall except one (he points to my paddle). I nod. Jim says he has some generic allergy pills, but that he can't take them. I start to think I might have been doing some computer hacking as what got me in trouble. I wake up.

12/21/2010 - The Next Step

I was sitting down in my room. I recall picking up my Inner Circle book and glancing through the pages for the 4th Quarter of the Coat of Arms (this is a program that I am involved in within my Fraternity). I recall that the text seemed odd, but it wasn't enough to tip me off to the fact that I was sleeping. The book was lime-green borders and white for the backing. The text of the book was black. I flipped through the pages to complete the activities within it. I recall one of the activities to complete read: "Have a Mexican fiesta for one, two, three, & four children." There was a picture of babies posted over a blank spot next to the description, and the signature of "Kelsey Sheeha" was on the signature line, indicating that she apparently completed it. The first name was in cursive, the last name was in confusing bubble letters. Each time I read one section in the book, I knew that I would be in the event fully completing it. I felt myself being pulled through the book and then I woke up to a text message.

I'm pretty sure my Fraternity life is going to end up being a dream sign for me, as these characters and themes keep constantly coming up in my dreams already. I think I am going to start doing a reality check anytime I communicate with a Brother or anytime that I read something Fraternity-related. Hopefully this will start carrying over into my dreams for a DILD. I think my dream recall is already improving pretty strongly, and I'm finding myself much more capable of getting up and writing in my journal - an exciting step for me, as that's where I got stuck when I first attempted to become involved in lucid dreaming! I might try and nap this afternoon (I'm usually really poor and getting back to bed during the waking hours). I also plan on recording three dreams tonight and I think I will attempt a WILD.

Action Figure Fragment
Something about dolls and action figures used to annoy people. Like people would pass by on the street and I would hold out a doll and pretend to speak in its voice. For some reason, I think this is popular on the Internet.

"Hello, Dream!"
Method DILD (?)
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control C
Not sure about the beginning. I recall being in a dark room with my eyes closed, trying to sleep. I hear an Indian man's voice. He is talking on the phone to his son. The son is asking for something. The father is saying something like "If you paint the lawn, then I'll get you what you want" and "Ask your mother what she thinks." I think: Paint the lawn? Do they paint their lawns in India?

But so I'm laying with my eyes closed and I feel like I'm falling asleep. I am trying to incubate a certain dream. But in my vision I see a different scene start to materialize, so I switch to concentrating on that scene. At this point, I might have really been awake, like a DEILD. Or I might have been dreaming of WILDing, but really a DILD. Either way, I transition into a new dream scene like a WILD.

I snap into the scene and I am lucid. I am in the living room of the Daisetta house, looking out the sliding glass door to the backyard. My vision is a bit blurry. I reach next to me. There is an ironing board randomly in the middle of the room. There are my glasses. I put them on and my vision turns sharp and more vivid. The colors outside also change slightly from bright blue daylight to an almost surreal yellow-orangeish sky. I step outside to the backyard.

I look around. The scene seems familiar, but it's actually nothing like the real backyard of the Daisetta house. The backyard is small and surround by a fence. There are tropical plants everywhere. It's beautiful. There are no people. Not sure what to do, I speak loudly: "Hello, dream!" There's a slight echo. Nothing happens, but it feels good to yell and hear my voice so clearly. Then I think of something from Waggoner's book: "All thought-forms must disappear!" Nothing happens. Hmm, maybe these aren't thought-forms?

I look around again. One corner of the backyard has changed. Now it's open. I hop over a small planter where there is a gap between two bushes. Now I seem to be in the open parking area of an apartment complex. This reminds me of SAV, where I lived in my childhood years. I wake up.

Transformer Fragment
I'm some kind of robot. My ex-girlfriend Jen is also a robot. We are on some special mission together where I have to protect her.