non-lucid

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Tonight i had a few dreams and i just remember parts of them. went to sleep at 2am woke up at 8.40am
Dream 1
THe first one i dont remember much i was in some sort of mmorpg scenario where i was the main character i could view the dream sometimes as 3rd person view but when that happened was like still me controling it from above but sometimes was first person view. i was in this place it like some desert with few plants and stuff hard to explain... i was runing arround there where like this mobs that walked arround they where to powerfull for me to fight at this stage and i knew it so i was trying to avoid them i was runing with this group and we got to a point where the mobs would see us when they walked their circle back and we just had to hide untill they pass so we could keep going so my group split and got into this little room was the only like structure in the place i was like ull get cought there! and went outside far from the mobs but they i could see them but their range of view count see me but they wallked very random and then got to close then i saw something like some fire attack i thought i was saved like some other player started fighting this mobs but then i was like what if thats some weird buff/attack thing and their actualy looking at me and when i tought that i realized it was it and started runing they where all after me and i was like dam im going to have to run alot to lose them so they dissapear and i go back (just like in mmorgps) but the more i ran the more i bumped into other mobs and i had at a point like alot of mobs after me 20-30-40 dont know and i was getting upset of all the runing arround thinking on how cool would it b if i was at the point where i could use maigic attack that are aoe and kill them all :S then i kept runing and was like dam im going to have to use this type of running setting of the game to run faster and before i did that i started slowly losing the mobs and i was like yay! kept runing and then i dont remember more.

Dream 2

this was a short one and i dont remember much just few stuff there was this little room and ther where like 3-4woman in there but there was two of them that where familiar, dont know who they where tho and i feeel like i was one of them.I was watching from a third person view a bit but then i was also it her it was confusing because this person wasnt me. The story of the dream was that they were talking something while organizing this receipts of the bussines they ran, this was all in some back small room with not much lighting but wasnt dark neither and there was a round table full of this receipts they were talking about something and the main girl i relate to said something that non of the other belived and was defending this stuff like something that happened during the shift and non would belive her so she was like ah! i wrote it down one of the receipt the proof and started looking arround in the mess of receipts and the other started beliving a bit but were not convinced and then the main character was like fuck it their to many and im messing this up but it did happen and the other girls where kinda convinced but not 100%.

Dream 3

i was in my living room with my 3 brothers was in the precent but not this reality because 2 of them where living in my house but in reality they dont live here no more. i was there and my little brother was making this toasted breads and they were me and my taller brother and then my oldest brother came in and was like i want some! my lil bro then divided the plates so he could fill anothe plate. we all ate and where watching tv and then we all finished eating because it wasnt too much, my little brother then said "arent you guys tirsty eh ! (and said my older brother name) he then said yes i am you should get some water or something, he then said "dude i made the food and they did (and said something me and my other brother did but i dont remember)" then my older brother replyed ur a bad brother u because you did this this and that (i dont rememebr what he said) then my lil bro got up i made ajoke about him because we all saw trough the lie my older brother said to make him get the water and i was like dude ur sucha pussy some of this guys just have to say ur a bad brother and random stuff and u then get sentimental and do what their asking... lol , no1 laughed because they wanted the water and looked like they where saying shut up with their eyes cuz they wanted the water, my lil bro walked to the kitchen then i was like dude!! get me soda i dont want water!! he turned and looked me bad and i was like man ur already going!! so cmmon.

Dream 4

i dont remember nothing abotu this dream i remember we were on this room that i think i lived there there wasnt much light i was walking arround was a little messy no much light and there was a computer then i walked abit and there was a round kitchen table in the small kitchen was like a studio apartment.

Dream 5

IN this one i was like with someone i knew we where outside the this hotel and there was like a redcarpet event like the oscars or something and there was celebrities arround i coudnt see them but i knew they were there and i was very close like on the photographers crowd but i wasnt a photographer. I then saw Jennifer aniston (one of the hottest celebs) walking i could hear the voice like when your watching the event on tv like "here is jennifer aniston stuning! as always blah blah" they were telling alot of crap but then started like talking about some failed relationship she had other than brads an was good that she is with another guy happy again and then he appeared was jim carrey they where together he was happy joking arroudn with the camera crew they walked together holding hands and i was hmm i like that couple he can have her ehehe he is good enough!. i then focused on the clothes both where wearing white clothes he was wearing white pants/shirt and she was wearing very nice white dress not a long one but to the knee, then i saw them walking away and i was like wait wasnt he married with kids?then then i saw thye where with 2 kids a girl and a boy and walked to the hotel i was then thinking dam must be nice to have ur father hook up with some1 like jennifer then i was ooh oh what if she is a bitch to them or if they hate her and started looking at how tthey where acting together. Then i saw this baby 5-7 moth baby in the floor alone and then her mother came runing and picked her up saing aaah how could you get away like that... and i was like how could u let a kid that age in the floor outside ...
second part of the dream

i then started walking in the hotel.. the redcarpet was like gone but i knew jen and jim went inside but didnt know where i wanted to peee and was walking to the bathroom saw the people from the reception looking at me i walked straight to the bathroom saying they can do shit they dont know im not a guest or going to be. i then started peeing and i was transformed to this small boy and the bathroom was like some big area an there where diff rooms the urinals where in one the toilets in another one and i was in the urinals and when i was walking inside i overheard a name of this guest inside the room he was a important man in the society, (at this point i knew this dream was familiar like a movie or a dream ive already had and i knew exactly what would happen) then i statted peeing and this guy who works for the hotel came in with this paper and was like hey and i was like im xxxxxx and i said the lastname i heard the guy was like oooh i was looking for u sir i didnt knew my contact was a kid.. he was like some corrupted person holdin this files and gave me the stuff i was scared i was thinking on goin out of there and throwing them on the garbage i then heard a mess outside (i knew there where people coming in killing every1) and the guy from the hotel said i dont have the document this dude has it and rats me out, since i knew this movie/dream i ranto the toilet i knew there was this ventilation on one of the cubicles an started climing in i thought i was in the clear cuz since i knew the dream i went to ahead of them and then while i was almost iinside the vent they pulled my leg and cout me, they got me outside and i was every1 dead and somehow i was outside in this parking lot i was missing an arm but they woudnt kill me they needed me cuz i was this xxx person who i wasnt really. but i coudnt say nothing or they would kill me and then in noticed they had blown the other in peaces and everything was burnt. then i over heard the police an they where like do it kid or ull be in trouble and now fake it like u fainted and ur hurt but then again i was missing an arm they said o ull be on the clear with that missing arm eheh... and when the police came there they where gone. I then started dreaming in third person view they police was searching the burnt stuff and saw this burnt bbq and opened it and there where the folders the maffia guys where took from the guy in the urinals and they had burnt the files the police saw them burnt but not completely burnt and carefully took them and put it on an evidence bag.

thats it hope no1 reads this im very bad at grammer so this is a mess only i can understand this

was in a matrix where the authorities for some reason were after me. They hunted me with helicopter while I was asleep at a friends place. The searchlights came into the room, over me, stopped, and then they said my name through a loudspeaker. The atmosphere was highly frightening. I'm in shock. I'm such a nice guy. What could I possibly have done?

I'm obviously trying to become lucid.

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

3.12.2010

Evasion (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

Evaded extermination by using short range teleportation to stay one jump ahead of the red-laser wielding hunters in a rather confined, futuristic city-scape.

It started off as some Tomb Raider style game, but eventually it changed.

I was in some room, seemed to be a living room of sorts. The walls were beige. I was with KR and I think KA. I needed a phone number for some reason and asked KR for it. She handed me some random phone number so I took it and called it.

The number was some sort of spam hacker thing. I called it, and it asked me for something. I wanted to hang up but I wouldn't for some reason. Somehow I knew that this person was going to hack my email and take over my computer.

Eventually I got away from the phone, but I was constantly worried about that hacker. I scolded myself for being an idiot and not checking the number for anything strange first.

Then it called back, but I didn't actually hear the phone ring or pick it up. The voice was just sort of talking to me and nagging me. It was trying to get me to say my email, and though I was tempted, I wouldn't give it up. I was scared shitless by this person. Even though I didn't know I was dreaming, I started taking control. I imagined a pencil in my hands. I started bending it, taking slight note of the fact that it was bendable and not breaking. I slowly bent it more and more, expecting to feel that snap... and so it did snap. I then used the two bits of pencil and blindly stabbed in front of me. I couldn't see the person, but I could feel it sort of dissipating against my attacks. We fought, and I felt it trying to defend itself and lash out at me again. At the last moment before I woke up, a quick picture of MI passed before my eyes.

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Though it doesn't seem scary, it actually really was scary. Surely you know how exaggerated dream emotions can be. I guess you can call this my first nightmare in quite a while.

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This is the second night of trying to change the whole dream world to one that is less chaotic and works for me helping out my waking life. I had even less luck tonight than last but the weirdness is definitely growing.

Dream 1: Body Parts
Nonlucid
I am in some woods in a fall-like time of year. I see some people at a distance but they walk away and I figure these must be the people that have the bird disease [I was thinking you get it from chickens and that it can kill you, especially kids]. I kept walking and came to a house which was abandoned. For some reason I started to rip the metal gutters off the roof to reclaim the metal. When I looked at the twisted metal on the ground I thought it looked like bodies which it became, a lot of bloody body parts. I figured these were the dead people from the disease. I thought that I should trow all this mess in my trunk and head out.
I flew over highways half believing that I was in a car. I came to a bridge were people were swimming under it in the water of the river, something like under a bridge in new york city [though I have NEVER seen anyone in that water, it doesn't have a nice reputation for cleanliness]. I went in the water with some people. It was nice under the shadow of the bridge but I soon got bored and flew out over to a dirt road leading to a junk yard's gated entrance-way. I thought about turning around and getting those body parts out of my trunk but I explored a bit more instead. I jumped up next to the large chain-link fence and found I was practically weightless. I jumped some more and thought "wow this is some kind of super power I have to explore, after I get those body parts out of my trunk." Then I started to think were would be a good place to dump body parts.
I woke up kind of creeped out and turned on my TV while still very groggy. The first thing I saw was this on Dr. Oz's show. "uh precognitive..." was all I could grumble.

Dream 2 (nap): Race
Passive Observer [a term I heard someone else use and its a very good term, it like when you are watching the dream on TV.]
There was a foot race of boys at a high school on the school's track. It was one of those events where no one is running really hard because there's nothing at stake. The boys were running and the view stuck to one boy. As the boys come to a bend in the track there is a referee in that black pants and striped black and white shirt getup of a ref. As they pass him the "star" of this dream-show says to the ref "I can even pass you in my shorts!" [apparently some kind of funny insult at the boy being so much faster than the older ref. Then the ref taking the challenged started running too. There was a few runners with the ref in the middle of them.

Ok. What did I eat last night lol.

Zukin Slaughter

I was in a video game and it sort of looked like WoW. I was with 2 guys and a girl. One of the guys was saying something to the other boy, but I couldn't hear them properly to make out the words. The man summons a rope and captures the girl and I. We are brought to a dungeon like place.

The man tells us that he is going to go fight a Boss Monster, and that we should remain in the dungeon until he is done fighting. It's not like we had much of a choice though as we were tied up. The other girl sits where the red X is, and I sat on the other side of the half-wall. The door at the top is where he left to fight the monster, and the door at the bottom is where we came in at. The dungeon looked like something out of a cyberspace movie. The floors had streaks of neon green and the walls were a black with plaid blue design.

I sat patiently waiting for him to return. Looking over the half-wall, I saw a vine like thing growing from the floor. It was green, perhaps it looked more like a tentacle but it was branching off on the sides. It was attacking the other girl, sucking out her life. It turned its focus towards me, and I moved away from the first half of the room. I freed myself from the ropes, and went to the far corner away from the green ghosty thing. Before I could make it to the other side, the green spirit shot an arrow at me.

The arrow went through my chest and blood dripped and splattered on the floor. Determined to save my soul from being eaten, I continued to take my last few steps toward the safer corner until I collapsed on the floor. The pain began to encompass my entire body, and I dug my finger nails into the ground. They scraped against it and burrowed into the surface. By doing this, the top layer of the flooring several feet around me disappeared, uncovering a set of stairs. I took cover from the creature by hiding in the dips in the floor from the staircase. The tentacles of the spirit creature couldn't reach me here.

I was pretty pissed off now. I had been dragged here against my will, terrified, and nearly killed. When that man came back, he was going to get it. I waited patiently for him, wondering about what happened to the other girl in the dark room. She was being awfully quiet, so I assumed that she was dead.

I heard a slamming of the door, and peaked up above my secret ledge in the floor. There he was. He was wearing a suit of armor and had a beautiful sword in his hand. If he hadn't been so cruel I would have assumed that he was a hero. I secretly watched him as he scanned the room, looking for life. He didn't look shocked when he saw the other girl dead.

I creeped out of my ledge and hid behind one of the half-walls, waiting like a snake. When he came close enough, I instantly attacked him with all of my pissed-off-force. I acquired his weapon when he dropped it from surprise and began slashing into his stomach. Streams of blood came out of his mouth and he fell to the floor, but he wasn't dead.

I didn't want to kill him. So I left him there. I slowly walked to the other door leading outwards, not taking my eyes off of him. When my hands touched the knob, he looked at me and smiled creepily.

"Good luck escaping," He sneered. I wasn't sure what he meant by that until I closed the door behind me and locked it shut. When I turned around I was encompassed by blackness. I could barely make out a eternal series of staircases surrounding me. I knew that it wouldn't take him long to find another way out of that room, and thus I had little chance of fleeing without a re-encounter.

I felt around for a railing and then sped down the stairs blindly. I heard moaning in the distance. It was the moaning of the near dead. He was near. I saw a shadow of a creature against the wall.

[missing time]

I was now in the bedroom, and we were having our last fight to the death. He was now a girl in black. I was continuously stabbing him with the sword, but it was only doing minimal damage. My arms were covered in blood from the massacre and he was equally fighting back. I was beginning to grow weaker when I realized that simply maiming him would not solve the problem. He must be killed.

I climbed on top of him and held him down. I took my long blade and held it against his neck. With a swift motion, I slit his throat. I left him on the floor and exited the room. I locked the door behind me. The door had a window on it, so I looked in. He was laying on the floor, seemingly dead. He slowly sat upright and looked me into the eye. The pupil in his blue eyes grew larger and larger until the entirety of his eyes were black. Upon seeing this, I ran out of the house.

Spirit Warriors

I was trying to leave school really fast before the traffic blocked my exit. I put the car in reverse and accidentally drove over the grass. Oh well. The road twisted and turned abnormally. I accidentally drove onto the roof of the school. Don't even ask how that happened (I'm not sure). I couldn't drive my car off of the roof because there was no longer a ramp, so I was stuck there.

I went inside the school, in the room underneath where I parked my car. It was apparently the drama room. They looked like they were doing construction in the room. There were loose boards everywhere.

"Sorry I parked my car on your roof." They looked at me for a second and then laughed. They told me that it happens pretty often, and that I needed to visit the janitor in the school garage.

So, I went out to the garage. It was made like a large, square, wooden hut. The walls were not furnished or anything and it smelled like cedar. The garage had 2 floors and was very cluttered with odds and ends. I climbed up the stairs to the second floor. There was a wind chime hanging from an open window. Outside of the window there was a wooden roof. I crawled out of the window and stood on the roof. Sitting on the roof there was a guy looking out to the horizon. Next to him there was a sword that looked similar to the Godric Gryffindor Sword, except it had spikes lining the edges.

I asked him who he was, and he told me that he used the sword to fight off evil spirits that continuously attacked him. He gave me a battle axe and told me that if I was going to hang around him that I would need this for my protection.

We went to his house and he introduced me to his brother (looked like Joe's brother). His brother wasn't mentally stable and was often more perceptive of the spiritual attacks.

We were in the hallway when his brother fell to the ground and went into fetal position.

"They're coming" he whispered, while rocking back and fourth. His eyes were turning red and tears were forming and running down his cheeks.

"Who's coming?" I asked.

"Ssh, wait a minute." The guy said. His body stiffened up and he held his sword ready for an attack. I held my battle axe as well, not sure what I was about to attack. A large "mass" came over us. It looked like a giant shadow. His sword lit up and we began to attack the mass.

12/3/10 - Parting Kiss
Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I was in my school with a bunch of other kids, late at night. I didn't know any of them except for this cute blond guy around my age; I think I had a crush on him or something.
Apparently we were locked in for some unknown reason, and everyone was pretty much cool with it except me because there was somewhere else I had to be.
I snuck off from the group and made my way towards the school gate to try and get out. The blonde guy followed me.
There were some obstacles or security of some sort that we had to get through, I don't really remember, but by the time we got to the gate we had some romantic moments or something. Again, I don't remember.
So at the gate, he helped me pry it open and I just barely slipped through. The gate then snapped back into place and he was unable to move it again.
I was outside, he was inside. I asked if I'd ever see him again, and he said, "I don't know, but here's something to remember me by," and we kissed through the bars of the gate.
After we parted, I ran off down the dark street and woke up.

This isn't so much a dream as it is an early morning delirious series of waking and dozing visions. It isn't too fresh in my head, but I figure its good to at least write something down.

There was seamless shifting between dreaming state and wakefulness in my bed this morning. I'd be aware of my body and head on the pillow for one minute and the next I would be in this corridor, still lightly aware that it was morning and unable to move freely as in a dream. I woke up again and dozed again seeing this same corridor. Again I woke and dozed but this time I had a vision of zerglings from starcraft. I saw them from a detached aerial perspective, but only briefly as my (real life) alarm went off which brought me into full wakefulness.

This one might scare some people. I am not sure what policy affects it. Viewer discretion is advised.

Grizzly in a psychedelic kind of way. Scary and ominous, but it brought me nothing but fascination.

I am in a bus with my mother. Apparently I have decided to kill myself, for I get off and abandon her, thinking forever, at the world's hotspot for suicide. There are people everywhere, jumping into the air and falling back down face first like swallows, practicing their jumps to the death. But some people have come here to live, too. They are peasants, and seem at ease, desensitized. Almost a bit as if though they have no emotion at all. It is an area ripe with nature, only a few huts house the inhabitants. Some of the peasants are cultivating a kind of yams that apparently grows from trees and falls like a lawn-dart, with a long needle-end, piercing your skull into your brain. While being deadly, they also taste sweeter than anything in existence. These are everywhere, constantly falling with a light crack, ominously. The people who have decided to die chase them merrily, pledging themselves to the ambrosia they offer until the fatal fall occurs. One stunningly beautiful and intelligent looking young woman offers me to come closer and taste some of hers. I am appalled, and yell that in no way would I do that, I could die, and how could she live with herself cultivating those things. She asks me, if I came there not to die, what then? I am silent.

I'm at some office type area, and I have no idea what I'm doing here other than going from room to room, but I come across Jaime Presley and she wanted to feel my dick. She started rubbing me, and I started getting hard like immediately. She was like "no, no, thats fake". I looked at her and said "are you serious"? She was like "it's got to be" and then she bolted off. I don't think I was lucid, but I was kinda in "fuck it" mode. I walked everywhere trying to find her again, and when I did she was sitting down on a couch. I sat next to her and said "look". I positioned it where the tip was poking out the this hole near the bottom of my shorts, and of she still was thinking it was fake. I pulled my shorts away from my waist so she could look down and see it. She immediately reached in and started playing with it and said it was missing _______ from it. I don't remember what she said, but I was just like "probably cause i'm circumcised". She grabbed on to my foreskin and started tugging on it, still in denial, and i'm like "hey hey!!". I decided to pull it out all the way in font of everyone, and she was like "Damn, I may have to fuck you soon". Dream ended.

Worst wild Ever
I wake up in my room, I started stabilizing, and I headed to the door, and woke up.

Worst DILD ever
I'm sitting at my computer, and I look around and just know that I'm dreaming. I head to the other part of the living room and it feels like I have to pee. All of a sudden theres a toilet there. I wake up.

Frag
I remember being outside and some girl was rubbing on me, and I remember trying to kick some electronic device after tossing it in the air. I kept missing and some guy was laughing at me. He said "by the looks of it, I think this is Spoons old ______". I couldn't figure out who the hell was Spoon


I had some vivid HI about these faces I could see...they were looking at me like I was lying down. I also had something else where I saw some old man and there was all of this yellow surrounding him, like he got engulfed by it. And then I saw the profile of some womans face from just below her eyes down to her chin. She was wearing pink lipstick and suddenly started drinking something from a straw.

In which I'm working at my old job...

I'm back at the job that I quit in September. I'm sitting behind a computer in E's classroom reading a non-work related blog. The students are coming in, and E says that I need to walk around and assist them with their work. I feel a little guilty that I had to be redirected. I know better than to waste time at work like that. But when I get up to help the kids, I remember the conflict I had with them and I'm embarrassed to be around them. I start to think about how much I hate the job, and I remember that I've already quit. I ask E why I'm there, and she tells me that I'm dreaming. I become lucid and decide that if I'm dreaming, I can just leave and go somewhere else. But when I walk out the door of the classroom, the dream ends.

In which my uncle and I carve up a dead cow...

I'm at my grandmother's house and my uncle and I are in the kitchen carving up a dead cow for dinner. It's really messy and we are wearing butcher's clothes, including the long, heavy black plastic apron.

In which there is a ghost in my great-grandmother's house...

I'm at my great-grandmother's house, though in the dream she is already dead. I'm in her living room sleeping on the couch, and my uncle is in the armchair nearby, reading. (I think this dream is a continuation of the previous one about the cow carcass though we are at my great-grandmother's house and not my grandma's.) My brother comes into the living room and wakes me up. He tells us that there is a ghost in the back of the house.

We go to the back bedroom which used to be my great-grandmother's bedroom. My brother and uncle ask me if I remember a ghost ever haunting the house before. They want my opinion on the matter because when I was a child, they tell me, I was a spirit-medium and frequently communicated with ghosts. (This is not true in real life, by the way, but in the dream I accepted it as true.) I told them that I did sense a presence of a hostile male ghost.

The bed is pushed up against the middle of the wall of the square room. The wall containing the door to the hall is on the left of the bed. The wall containing two windows facing the street is on the right. The wall containing the closet door is directly in front of the bed, and my great-grandfather's hospital bed is in front of it. On the closet door are stickers of drumming soldiers, partially faded with time. The way the room is set up is accurate to real life, but the stickers are actually in the guest room in real life- not in my great- grandmother's bedroom. I point them out to my uncle and brother.

"Those stickers shouldn't be here," I tell them. "They belong in the front bedroom." We go into the front bedroom to see if the stickers are where they should be, but they are not. I explain that I have only recently found out that our elder uncle B did not put the stickers there. They were there when our great-grandmother bought the house and belonged to the boy who lived here before. I told them that I think that boy's ghost is haunting the house.

They ask me if I think it could be the ghost of either of our great-grandparents, both of whom died in that house. I tell them that this is not possible because they are at peace, not wandering the earth like ghosts. I tell them that I remember feeling the ghost's presence before. That boy is now an angry young man. I explain that this is why my great-grandmother's secret bathroom has been locked up for years. He killed himself in there.

My uncle and my brother seem surprised that I know about a secret bathroom. They ask where it is, and I show them a panel on the wall which can be removed to reveal a door. We open the door and find a tiny little bathroom, so small that a large person could not fit inside. It's a scary place, and we immediately close the door and replace the panel.

Afterwards, I walk over to the two windows and turn the blinds up so that people outside cannot see in. I explain that this will prevent the ghost from entering the house again. Then I notice that there are American flags hung up on the wall between the windows. The flags are mirror image to the way they should be.

"I guess Grandmother couldn't tell that they were backwards," my uncle explains.

Last night, I remember waking up post-sleep cycle and thinking, Man, that dream was awesome. I don't wanna sit up and write it down, though. I already stayed up too late and am not going to get enough sleep tonight. I'll do it in the morning. And, of course, now I don't remember what that awesome dream was about I really need to start going to bed earlier and writing dreams down as soon as I wake up from them again. Since I couldn't remember that one, I decided to enjoy some time thinking about dreams by spending the morning getting caught up on DJ entries from the past two weeks that were still only in handwritten-note form, and now I'm all caught up.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of November 26-27

[Fragment] I'm listening to one of Guy's lectures in person and/or via cell phone.

My parents have remodeled our kitchen. The color scheme is the same as before [the same as it currently is in reality], but the stove and the sink have switched places. [Also, the layout is totally different from how it is in reality.] My mom and I are in the kitchen, making tea and coffee. I look through a canister of little packets of coffee and tea for something I like.

[Longer dream begins here] I'm driving down a street in my mom's car, with the top down. [My mom's car isn't a convertible in real life.] I'm in an old residential neighborhood that's apparently somewhere in the UK. Throughout the rest of this dream, all the environments are incredibly detailed and realistic. I turn around and drive back up the street and through an open gate in a stone wall, into the old center of town, which I explore on foot. The plaza is made of stone. There's a castle on the right and a bell/clock tower on the left.

I take the train to get up to the next town. The train car is full of old, plush couches and seats. An old man on the train starts telling a story. Looking out the window, I see fields, trees, a sign that says something like “You are now leaving (town name),” and a train on another track that looks just like the commuter trains I'm used to here in the US.

The train reaches its destination. I remember visiting this town once before. The train station there is inside an enormous hangar complex, which is also an airplane museum. Several small, old airplanes are on display. There are a fairly large number of people there playing tourist, but it's not crowded. There are also several restaurants in the complex, including a pub and a taco place. I think of getting something to eat, but I know I have no cash on me, and I worry that my credit cards won't work.

Night of November 27-28

I drive through the mountains and enter something that appears at first to be a half-underwater base, but later turns out to be a big ship, by going through an underwater airlock. There are lots of other people on the ship. There's a storm going on; big, pretty snowflakes are falling, and big chunks of ice are falling from the mountains onto the ship and into the water around it. We can't sail out in this storm, so we'll have to spend the night on board. I see Tracy F., who is in charge of the ship and all the people on it, bustling about on the deck of the ship. Either I or somebody else [I don't remember] says, “Poor Tracy's so busy she hasn't even had time to notice the storm, much less make an announcement.” There are bathrooms on board; I absentmindedly wander into the men's bathroom, which gets me some weird looks.

I'm at M.V. High School to watch an athletic meet. I've left campus, so I have to sneak back onto it by hopping over a gate in a fence. I have a shopping cart, but I abandon it somewhere. I explain to some sort of security officer what I'm doing on campus. I also meet a big, omnivorous alien that I recognize in the dream as belonging to one of the Siglerverse alien species [but who doesn't look anything like any of them], who tells me a story about something.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of November 25-26.]

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm attending a writers' workshop at the home of author Beverly Cleary. Every single wall of the house is completely covered with filled bookshelves. I'm walking through the house, picking my way among people in sleeping bags lying on the floor.

Dreamskip. Now everyone is awake and listening to Cleary speak. She announces to all the attendees that she's retiring from writing. Her assistant says: “Does anyone have any questions? Real questions? Realer questions?”

One of the other attendees asks if anyone else there is willing to answer a question, and I volunteer to answer it, saying, “I can make a halfhearted effort at answering.” I say this because I don't think my answer can possibly be anywhere near as good as Cleary's. The assistant introduces me to the other attendee with the question as the author of the forthcoming novel “Artist.” In the dream, I know that the assistant is referring to my current NaNoWriMo novel [the one I was working on in real life when I had this dream], but I think, That's not the right title. [At that point, I hadn't given that novel a title yet in real life, but I still somehow knew that that wasn't the right one.] The other attendee gives me a thin ARC [Advance Reader Copy] of his (or her? I'm not sure) new book, and asks me if I'm interested in reading it and how long it would take me to read it. I am interested, because it has Piers Anthony's name on it as a reference, and is obviously high fantasy based on the cover design. I flip through it and say, “I could read this in an hour, maybe two.”

The other attendee and I walk through the house, which is crowded with workshop attendees. In the room where we end up, there are some people sitting around a picnic table, and David C. is one of them. The other attendee who gave me the ARC asks me something about what the group dynamic at this writers' workshop is like. I answer, then start telling him (her?) about the characteristics of the T./M. Writers' Group [I don't know of one in real life, besides the NaNoWriMo group] and F. Writers Read. Then I woke up. This one was so cool that I thought about trying to DEILD back in, but I didn't because I knew I'd already moved around too much.

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Side notes:

This dream was awesome. Not only did I have particularly good recall, especially for the many spoken conversations in the dream, but even better, somebody introduced me as the author of a forthcoming novel. Being the author of a published novel is one of my biggest real-life goals. Also, the night I had this dream was the night before Black Friday, and I had set a goal for that day of breaking my previous personal record for the most words of fiction written in a single day. I succeeded. I think this dream indicates that my intention to finish the draft I've started without stopping at the end of November had taken root firmly in my mind. Rawk.