non-lucid

Yeah, my friends and I went a wee bit Harry Potter crazy the week before the movie came out.

Dreams for today! So I got up at 7:30 for school but there's still a shit-tonne of snow which means no school so I went straight back to bed (after jotting down some notes from previous dreams) and slept in until about 9 and dozed until 10 (lazy I know).

Smoke

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm in my maths class, possibly the class I hate the most. I don't like the subject, I don't like the teacher, or the old, cold classroom, or the bitchy people. Ms. Stone has given us a "task" to do that differs from out usual routine of textbook questions and past papers. We've to work in groups... Ugh. I get into a group of about 4 with the people who sit around me.

Then there's a power cut. I can't see anything! I feel around with my hands and come across Stuart. He thinks I'm feeling him up and grabs me, but I slap him away. I sit down, feeling very annoyed, and inhale a mouthful of smoke. I realise Kirsty is sitting smoking next to me. I choke a little bit, and turn my face away. You may want lung cancer, but I certainly don't.

The lights flicker back on. Whilest Ms. Stone goes over and shouts at Kirsty for smoking in the school, I move to the other side of the classroom. The head of department is sitting there, and she eagerly starts talking to me about her pregnancy. I nod and agree whilest thinking "I've never been pregnant, so no, I don't understand how you feel..."

She pulls a dog out from behind her back sim style, then gives it to me. I d barely have my arms out before she dumps what I think is a terrier on me. It's so heavy! I feel weighed down. And, oh wait, shit, it's paralysed me again. The dream fades as i realise.

Search for a Frappacino

I'm outside my local shopping centre ("mall") rollerskating towards the entrance. I'm going really fast and it's really fun! Soon I'm inside, and the smooth floor makes me go much faster. I blur by people busy shopping, and pass a sign that says "Coffee £10.10". Perfectly reasonable. I wonder why no one else is rollerskating and decide to make this a regular thing. The coffee sign has made me want a chocolate cream frappacino, so I head off to find Starbucks.

It takes all my concentration to NOT skate into people. But I accidently do. He's holding chocolate cakes that land straight on my chest. Oh great, I'm so embarrassed and as I pick myself up I give him the finger for laughing at me. Forgetting I have cake all over my t-shirt, I skate off. I seem to go in a loop, and find myself back with cake-boy. He sees me and eagerly starts telling his friend about the cake incident. He seems to turn black and white, and then I skate to the cafe beside him.

I shoot him evils as I order a frappacino, sipping on it angrily and plotting how to get back at him. He sees me looking and hold out two water-melons. Even though I'm angry, I can't help but laugh.

Piano School

I've gone to a college that specialises in piano playing. To celebrate, me and two other girls decide to go out to dinner. They take me to a fancy, dimly lit restraunt that is very expensive.

[Dream skip - after dinner] We're still in the restraunt, and it's time to pay the bill. £500? I don't have that kind of money. "Run for it?" I ask the girls. They laugh and say they'll take care of it. A man sitting on a booth behind us introduces himself as Henry. I realise one of the girls has taken his card and used it to pay the bill. Oh shit.

The school found out about "my" stealing Henry's credit card. What!? That wasn't me! They tell me I'm not allowed to play piano anymore. So I sit in the small practice room and watch the others play instead. They don't talk to me because apparently I'm not worthy of their attention. It feels like the caste system and I am "untouchable".

I'm on a plane now, but the teacher has told me to talk to no one because I'm not allowed. When she leaves I almost immedietly start to talk to the guy behind me. He asks why I've been treated this way and i promise to tell him later when we're off of the plane. He invites me to walk to the cinema with him and his little sister.

As we walk he tells me about his little sister and how it's his job to take care of her. When he's finished I make sure no ones around (I notice the girls lurking around in the shadows, but change direction) I tell him about the credit card incident and how I got the blame for it, even though it wasn't my fault. He listens and tells me it's ok, that people will realise i didn't do it soon enough. He invites me to dinner but when I notice it's the same one i was in before, I tell him I'll pass. He smiles and walks in, holding his sisters hand.

£10.10 for coffee and £500 for a meal? Apparently my mind thinks that food should cost a bomb

Estão começando os concertos de natal na minha escola de música, então tenho sonhado bastante com isso.

Eu estava voltando de alguma festa, ou encontro de familiares. Mas eu tinha um ensaio na minha escola de música, então meu pai (que estava de bicicleta), estava me levando até lá. Paramos em um semáforo da rua brusque e encontrei Vini lá (de bicicleta também). Ele disse que estava indo para casa dele, que fica praticamente do lado da minha escola de música. Eu disse para o meu pai que me deixasse ir com ele, afinal, economizaríamos tempo.
Me sentei na garupa da bicicleta dele e segurei nos guidões. Ele perguntou se, se ele soltasse a bicicleta, eu conduziria ela acidentalmente. Caso isso acontecesse, eu teria que trocar de lugar. Consegui controlar minha força nos guidões, então partimos para a escola de música (que fica para o outro lado de onde estávamos indo).
Chegando lá (que não era a minha escola de música, mas sim a casa da minha tia), vi que todos estavam se dirigindo para fazer um ensaio geral na igreja. Pegamos uma lombada em alta velocidade e caímos bem perto de onde todos estávamos. Falei para meu professor e para o maestro: "cheguei na minha bicicleta alada!". Todos riram.
Coincidentemente, eu estava com a roupa que seria usada no ensaio, mas estava sem meu instrumento. Vi que haviam vários e vários instrumentos no terreno da casa dos meus tios, então peguei um e fui para a igreja ensaiar.

Eu estava com um grupo em um laboratório (provavelmente de anatomia), examinando um garoto que possuía asas de pássaro. Quem estava nos 'regendo' era minha professora de inglês, Patrícia. Eu já estava usando dois jalecos, um branco e outro azul. Quando vi que começariam a abrir as costas do garoto, comecei a colocar um outro preto por cima. Lembro-me que várias pessoas me chamavam, mas nenhuma acertavam meu nome. Até comentei com minha namorada: "será que virou moda errar meu nome?"
Quano eu estava colocando o jaleco preto, bateu o sino. Tirei todos os jalecos que eu estava usando e saí. Chegando em casa (que não era minha casa), descobri que esse garoto era meu filho (?). E que haviam vários Paparazzi atrás de nós para conseguirem fotos e informações (levando em conta que as asas do garoto estavam sangrando, devido às operações no laboratório), tanto sobre o garoto de asas quanto ao fato de ele estar sendo maltratado.

Creio que esse sonho tenha algo a ver com a música Amaranth, da banda Nightwish.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

31/11/10 It is after a training session, might even have been a match, and a similar crew to the basket people I am loosely associated with are there. We are playing some weird description of football, which is all for play and a way of gearing down after the game. We are going to a party that may have already started. Shaq is there. The entire atmosphere is quite jolly although the team I am on is getting our asses handed to us. Although I feel like an outsider and not completely within my rights to be there I still don't think I am the one performing the worst although I keep my mouth shut about that. We are having fun and we go down to the party find a couple of new balls and go upstairs again. I am hinting at some balls I would think are top quality for the game we are playing, but when I find one I was thinking about I realise it may be too slippery...

There is something about some changing rooms either after or before this section of the dream.

There might have been more to it, but I cannot quite remember...

Lucid
Dream1: Uncles Will
I become aware that I am in someones driveway standing next to an old white car (1970's type maybe). I've never seen this house or car before. A man comes to me and starts talking. I really don't care because although he may look like my uncle he's more than likely just a dreamer* and besides the dream world is much more interesting. He continues to talk to me as I pay him no attention and start exploring. I see some potted plants and pick one up to take a closer look, some of these dream environments can be so intricate. It looks like a poorly taken care of bonsai tree with a pool of water in its pot. I look up across the back yard, beside us and the car, and wonder what it all looks like and then I fly up and very very slowly flying towards the street. As I do I look down, I'm not up too high at all and I take the planter I still have and pour the water down to the ground where this guy (still talking) and his stuff is. This is fascinating to see how I am flying, back to the sky face down, and the water falls down to the ground and splashes. My supposed uncle is not happy now and starts saying he is going to leave me out of his will and that I am not going to get this silver pitcher he has placed down onto the cement driveway. I get really angry at his cheap attempt to insult me and control me with these paltry trinkets. I fly down to the ground and go over to his little silver pitcher and say "you can take your pitcher" then I kick it into his car "and shove it up your ass!" He looks at me completely shocked, his eye wide and his mouth hanging open. I just stood there waiting for whatever he had to say to that.

Nonlucid
Dream 2 fragment: The 10 Story High School
I am running around in this huge HS. I've been here before and realize that I am not a student here but seem to have some important stuff to run around and do. My female friend (not from real life) tries to keep up with me as I run around trying to figure something out. Its hard for her to keep up since I am the only one flying or sliding down stair handrails (the school is very crowded and it seems everyone is ALWAYS on their way to class so I use the handrails as a short cut).
I've been to this school 4 times before but in the past it was much more detailed and partially lucid.


During a nap today (45 min).
I had 2 dreams both nonlucid and both as if I was viewing a TV show.

Dream 3: After School Show
It was a crappy kids show where the actors are lame and so's the acting. I wished it was over and the ending came as they all came together and sang a lame ending song about how they all get along and play fair. I marveled at how 28 year olds could play 16 year olds and still be on TV every day.

Dream 4: Cooking Show & Shoes
This was a cooking show like Rachel Ray but for kids with the same "its a cooking show but we do a lot of non-cooking things too" theme. The girls on the show where preparing lunch which for each of them (4) was different. The leader of the show then said "now lets use our place-mats!" They then put their bowls and cups into the foot hole in shoes! Each shoe pointed in the other direction but side by side with the food sticking out of the shoe or ever fluffy bedroom slippers. They then carried them from the kitchen to the circular table.
I woke and was like "wtf?" Not only were the shoe place-mats weird but the fact that I didn't think it was weird in the dream!


* I refer to DC's as dreamers a lot because I see them as people dreaming wondering the dream world. They act out living at home, being at work, or whatever they usually do. These dreamers are different than what I call "replicants" these are characters created by my mind and are linked to me by my attention. The difference is one is a real person sleeping at home and the other is a drem't up facsimile of a person, animal, or thing. I can sometimes feel the difference between them but the real test is to take your attention away from them completely and then see if they are still there. If they are gone they were a replicant. This has helped me a lot since I would always wined up looking for something I just had since as soon as I took my attention away it was not there any more.

Dreamers can vanish as well but usually under extreme emotional stress. Rarely I have caught them vanishing while interacting with them but just before they do they stop talking, or whatever, and look like they have just remembered something. The next instant they are not there. There's no "poof" or nothing just vacancy. It's a bit of a shock to NOT see someone in an instant.

I awake in a private airline airport and slowly walk on to a private jet with around four seats in a square pattern my elementary school friend Jon was sitting at the pilot seat a person I do not remember sitting in the seat next to him and me behind the unknown person and to the side of me was no one once Jon stops bragging on how he attained his pilots licence we took off into the clouds with no actual landscape besides the plane after a while of just staring at clouds we burst into a conversation about a friend named Aryan who I just recently met and about how his girlfriend has complete and utter control over him (turns out the day before the broke up [Unconfirmed]) once that conversation ended I got up and proceeded to exit the plane once I opened the door in mid flight and jumped out I realized I forgot a parachute and somehow grabbed a helicopter (which I believe is the jet itself it just transformed) I was hanging on to the bars for dear life feeling a sense of gravity pulling me down I finally let go and started plummeting until I was a few hundred feet above the ground and just started floating around like a kite I soon came upon a cliff and once I got past the ledge and looked down I saw a deep blue/purple lake just sitting still and peaceful and right next to it an entrance to a forest I started floating towards the forest and landed at a campground with about 5ish people (One being Aryan) I then proceeded to tell them about what just happened and before anything else could happen I was jolted awake

Side note: I was supposed to start a polyphasic sleep schedule last night (the Everyman2 is the only one that works with school, my core sleep would be from 11pm-3:30am and my naps would be 6-6:20 both am and pm) but when the alarm went off I got up and turned it off and then convinced myself that I didn't want to do it. I spent all day today coming up with reasons to do it and hopefully tonight I will actually get up for more than 30 seconds. When I got back into bed I began to attempt a WILD but I just fell asleep almost instantly.

My friend Jacob (and his entire extended family which I have never met) was throwing me a surprise party (my birthday's in June) but invited me over to help set up (dumb). I walked in and one of his older female relatives told me I looked like Jacob's grandma when she was young. Another one walked up and said "No, she just looks like a grandma." For some reason I didn't find this offensive. Another relative walks up with a box of presents wrapped in christmas paper and says, "These are for you. We paid $17 for each one." I thank her and start opening them (at this point my friends Ryanna and Fiona are there too). They are all toys for children. One is this thing that is a board with balloons tied to it that stay near the board until you lift them up and then they float like they're full of helium. They have facts on them and other educational things geared towards first or second graders. In another present there is a barbie with blue eyeshadow. Then the girls and I went on a scavenger hunt (part of the party) but we weren't really looking for anything, just walking through a path looking in the bushes with every step. I found out that they had gone to Cuba without me and I got really angry that they hadn't invited me or even told me. When we got back there were more people there for the party. There was an area with very deep, bright green ivy and it was an outdoor bowling alley thing. There was an easel with a photograph on it (the type you see at weddings or bar mitzvah's) but it wasn't of me. It was of this boy River in my grade who is kind of weird and made fun of. I went to preschool with him. He was making a stereotypical commercial male model pose (like the ones you'd see in a JC Penny commercial on TV). I heard this boy Gabe say, "Jessie, bowl with me." I said I would when his friend Cole jumped out from behind him and said, "No, bowl with me." They looked at each other and made slightly angry faces.

November 18, 2010

It is 11:49 PM

-Just as a note this is one of those dreams where you kinda fall asleep then snap back awake.

I'm driving down a local street in my town and I approach an hill going up. It is night time and there are leaves falling from the trees as it is autumn. As I'm passing over it I see a guy in the middle of the road dragging a dead guy across the street. This literally freaks me out so much that I wake up. I just had to write it down it was so unique of an experience.

0748: Some residue here from watching Sarah Conner Chronicles lately. I'm playing a 1v1 basketball game against a terminator. It has no skin or clothes, so just the robot body. We are playing indoors. I am leading with a score of 17-16. The terminator has the ball as the buzzer is about to go off. He shoots a long jumpshot and... misses! I win! OMG, I beat the terminator. I was way too proud of this fact. Even when I woke up I was surprised and giddy. Anyway, then I show the terminator how backspin affects the arc of the shot and that's why he missed.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

22:30 GMT

Group trip on a van
(Potential SD)--> I was interacting with some group in a van. Like a 9 seat van. I was outside of the van but talking with some guy sitting in the middle row. He is handing me over something. I think there are two girls by his side, but anyway he was in the middle seat. He had a very strong and sexual presence and I felt both intimidated and attracted to him. Then he tells me to hand over or say something to the guys on the back row, so I slide the door to see who's there. At first it’s undefined. I just notice some younger girl near the door but the other people are not yet clear to me. But as I focus, the person in the middle becomes Marco Polo, my ex-boss, ex-crush. Behind him is a guy from the board of his organization. I’m doing whatever I was instructed to do by the other guy and it puts me in a position power towards Marco Polo. He looks me in the eyes and I see he hasn’t forgotten me and he is hoping I also still nurture feelings for him, so I ease the whatever pressure I’m putting on him. I look cold and distant, like he doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, but inside I feel glad that he misses me. I ask them to get out of the van, which they do but he is using his diplomacy and charm to try to soften me. He asks me if I know about the latest project his office is working on and I say no, that I read their newsletter regularly, but either haven’t read the last one or I just missed the news. But I don’t show any interest in knowing anyway. Then the other guy that gave me whatever mission I was accomplishing was also outside the van and we go arm-in-arm guiding the group to some place. It’s some sort of company building and I can only tell it’s in Japan, because they ask us to take off our shoes and put them in a locker they have in the lobby. I had just picked some brochures from the front desk trying to figure out what this place was. I noticed they were written in Portuguese but before I manage to read anything the lady guide really pushes us to take our shoes off. I tell her I worry my feet might smell and she says there’s nothing to worry because they have refreshing wipes in the toilet room for cleaning the feet. Much better.

00:30 GMT

So much wrong put together
At some house with some guy, my dad’s friend I think. This guy is abusing me, he pulled my pants down and he his touching me. I don’t know how I allowed it to happen, I just was there in the middle of it when I became aware of it. My dad comes in exactly on that moment and sees it. Unfortunately he seems to be more embarrassed that I’m half naked, than with the fact this guy is abusing me. The guy loses his grip so I run and cover my body. The guy then leaves and my dad goes to sleep. I play with the dog. To my horror I notice that the dog has his jaw dislocated and I go wake up my dad to take the dog to the vet. But then my cat is also in the picture and I find out he just broke my dad’s chess marble pieces he kept under the bed. He says I must discipline the cat and then I see more broken pieces. On his bedside table I find a particularly weird object – a crucified Buddha - beheaded by the cat.

02:00 GMT

Book of memories
On my way to some classroom (not in school anymore, something for adults) but I want to arrive there flying to impress everybody. Inside the classroom I see Benny, a co-worker with whom I have a communication problem. I want to use the opportunity to break the ice, but I chicken out and first go to toilet. Inside it I enter the first toilet compartment, but I almost can’t move inside so I get out and try the next one. Better, but then I’m being pressured by some lady who’s also in need to use it. Back in the classroom I see some books that were left on a table – I guess related to our class – and I find one which includes a detailed report from a camp retreat where I was as a child. The date on it is 1995, but I know it was even before that, more likely 1991. As I go through it and see the pictures I am immediately transported to those days and I relive the events. Then I realise this book is from Nighthawk. I didn’t even know he was around. I ask him why he has that book and if I can keep it. It includes group pictures where I appear and it’s both embarrassing that others see it and I would also like to have it for myself as a souvenir. But he says no, he won’t give me the book. He knows how much this upsets me.

Daycare lady
On a bus or train with my BF and with my cat on my lap. My BF wants the cat to get fresh air from the window, but I say this is no dog and he might jump out, so I actually ask everybody to close the windows that are open. Some people only then notice I have a cat with me and come to cuddle him. One of these persons is Dulce, a lady that took care of me in the daycare when I was a kid and that keeps showing up in my dreams. I never spoke to her on dreams before, so this time I say hi. As I say hi, she seems to notice me also for the first time and makes a big smile and asks me what have I been doing all these years.

5:00 GMT

A mystical surreal painting
I just remember the dream from when I became lucid. I was at a empty room, with a big window with no glass. Outside is a golden light shimmering through the leaves of a tree. I decide to sit to meditate and there’s a pillow right there in the middle of the empty floor. I sit but I don’t feel comfortable. I ignore that and focus on visualizing a Buddha I'm supposed to visualize. I face the naked wall, so it becomes easier than on previous occasions. I see his contours starting to form on the wall, like an ethereal coloured outline. But never a solid figure. Suddenly it becomes a ball of light that hits me and knocks me down. I have this freefall sensation I get when I am falling from the dream but I hold on and I get back in. Once again facing the wall, I visualize this Buddha but his outline figure gives rise to a painting, a perfectly drawn, detailed and clear surreal painting. I feel so surprised that I try to memorize it in all details. I go from the centre to the left and then right trying to memorize the figures, the tones and the words written on it, but it’s not easy. It’s in beige and mocha tones. In the centre a bit tilted to opposite sides are the Pisa Tower and the Eiffel Tower. On the side are the names of European cities, like Paris, Rome, etc. Below a giant pair of eyes and this is landed on a flat terrain with a sea on the left. On the right there are buildings and people, like scenes from an urban landscape and on the left facing the sea is Obélix a bit slender than usual and Astérix with a donkey’s head and wings, hovering above the floor. There’s a black guy in the first plan and on some rocky island in the middle of the sea are some nymphs with wings. Sparse along the picture are what seem to be random words, which I tried to memorise, but forgot. I woke up before I got to memorize all the details.

Doing Reiki to my mom
(FA)--> I slide in again but I get convinced that I woke up for good, because I “woke up” on my bed on side position as I had fallen asleep and I do a RC to confirm. I conclude I’m still dreaming. On the bed by my side is my BF, but as usual he is just to inside the dream and kind of dragging me down. I almost wake up again but I hold on and find myself lying down again on the bed. (FA)--> Once again I do RC just to be sure and I find out I am still dreaming. I get up and realise this time I’m not in my room, but in my mom’s. I see her on the bed. She woke up and I go to her side and tell her this is a dream and ask her if I can do Reiki on her. She is again not believing me this is a dream but she agrees with the Reiki. She turns belly down and as I channel energy to her body I wish and visualize that all illnesses and bad energies are cast away, that all obstacles to her health and life are removed. But I strange that I’m not feeling any actual energy flowing, so I decide to do an experiment. I ask her for her flask of vitamins she has on her bedside table and she hands it over to me. I try to energize the pills so they become more powerful and they start moving fast inside the flask as if stirred in a washing machine. It’s so crazy to watch. I try to channel energy to objects and that’s what happens to all of them. So I go back to her and do more Reiki, confident that there is energy flowing, but she is very quiet, as if she fell asleep and then she totally faded away, leaving only the clothes behind. I guess she probably woke up, into the RL. I also slip into waking up, but then slide back in. I find myself in some place with other people, like the empty room where I was first lucid this night, but now is full of people and there’s some event going on. I don’t feel interesting in whatever it is taking place so I decide to keep working on my chi. I remember I did a kamehame in some dream before, but now I want to do it in a serious, non-cartoon like version. Just projecting the chi, not balls of fire. So I target objects that are around in the room and I try to knock them down with chi projections. After a while, the objects started to shake, hit by something, but none actually fell. The blasts were too weak. I felt disappointed and thought that at this pace, I will never actually be able to do this in RL, if not even in dreams I master it.
I fly through the window, pass by the tree branches of that tree I had seen before through the window, but on the ground a guy I know, Fernando, is calling me. I stop and ask what’s up and he introduces me to some geeky guy he says needs a tour around the town. I agree to do it, just so he would let me go. From above the tree I see a fantastic landscape with green hills and valleys. The sun is already setting and it is becoming dark, but on top a hill I see a flat garden and decide to land there to sit a bit more and continue meditation. But when I arrive there, some blond lady jumps from out of nowhere and tells me this place is closed and I must come back during the day. Then I woke up for good.

7:00 GMT

NOTE: Good news is my mom felt the effects. I asked her once again if she had anything to tell me and she just said "I don't recall any dream, but at 3 am I went to sleep full of pain in my shoulders and at 6 am I woke up so refreshed and inspired!" She wrote a 5 pages letter between 6 and 7 am, which she was delaying for about a year (delicate issue with a friend) and she said the words just came out flowing like a river, with no hesitation or corrections. Good for her! Then I told her about my little experiment, she was thrilled and asked me to do some more

Had several dreams with much better recall than this one, but they were boring.

The Doctors
Clarity: 2/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some people and I are with Doctor Who, only he's not a nice Doctor. He's not evil like The Master, he's just not friendly, pleasant or helpful. We're somehow altering the past, which is changing the present. Mostly it's just changing The Doctor. The Doctor changes about 5 times into completely different people before he's back to his helpful self.

Now we have to get past a guarded checkpoint. There is a rusted old rocket propelled orb thing you ride in, but it's too dilapidated to work. We get in it, and The Doctor disappears into the past to change things for us. Suddenly, our rocket ride is in working order, the rockets kick in, and blast us through the checkpoint, surprising the guards.

But it doesn't take us much farther than the checkpoint, and armed guards begin to run after us. We get out and run for it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

01:00 GMT

Harassed at a temple
I am visiting some new place. There’s a temple and pyramids and on this temple I recall seeing carved in stone what seems to be the Pokémon balls (I don’t know the name of the devices, ‘cause I don’t watch the series). I’m resting, sitting on the floor against a pillar, on a platform on the top of a tall staircase with a view to a square – actually it reminds me of the Inca or Aztec kind of pyramid temples, with view to a central square. A guy comes from behind me and he’s harassing me, trying to seduce me, but I know he is up to no good. Luckily there’s some other cute guy around with whom I decide to stick to get rid of the other and we leave together. Then some scene where I’m drinking coffee and writing a story for a newspaper.

04:00 GMT

Coming home
Coming to my mom’s home by car, with my dad on the passenger side. I am hoping to find my neighbour Carla but she doesn’t show up. There aren’t parking spaces available, but a neighbour who was just looking through the window (I think) came downstairs and parked his car better so we could also park.

7:00 GMT

Leaving a friend's house
I was at a nice home with some friends, maybe someone’s birthday party, but I was actually staying there for a few days already, when my mom and BF come to get me. I was surprised, like they came too early, so when I am at the door to go I remember I have left things behind, so I run back to a room where I was and see some of my clothes lying over the bed and some tupperwares with food. I gather all the food in one Tupperware and some guy who’s in the same room, looks disgusted that I’m doing that over there. I couldn’t care less about his feelings, but then the dream starts to shift and I realize I am dreaming. I almost wake up, but hold on to the flow of images passing by.

Healing a friend and a confirmed shared dream
I held on to the passing imagery and I entered a new dream lucid. My first thought was “Is this a WILD or a DILD?”, because I wasn’t really sure if I had woke up somewhere in the transition. But now in retrospective, I don’t think I did and I think it was a DILD.
So the dream was an amazing Alps landscape. I fly and sit on top of a stone wall, with a view over the mountains and the green valleys. I start focusing to meditate but the wall starts to shake and some stones break apart. I almost fall and I almost wake up, but I remember I can hover, so I do that. I decide to sit back on that wall and hang on no matter what. Nothing will distract me from my intent. The wall shakes violently, like shaking me off and breaks apart and as I fall, I feel I’m being sucked by the dream and I am pushed through a succession of sceneries, violently thrown against walls, cars, trains and everything you can imagine. I keep still, I don’t lose focus and I meditate, hovering through this fast motion attack. Then all stops and I am standing in front of a mirror. I see my image reflected on it and don’t know exactly what to do. I should have continued focused, just meditating, but I remember there’s something I actually want to do. I want to visit Isabel and do something for her. She is a friend who is dying with cancer. So I cross the mirror but this time (lesson learned from last failed attempts) I picture she is right on the other side, no need to go through tunnels or worm-holes to get there. I cross and the only strange effect I feel is that the other side is upside down, so I fall with my head down in the other side of the mirror. The light is a bit dim, but I figure I am in an hospital. Looks quite nice, all the walls are glass and I have panoramic view. This building is in a valley surrounded by high snowy peaks. Looks like the Alps again. It’s still dark, like dawn. I see her in a bed just on the right external corner of this room. She looks sleepy and very skinny and weak. Much more than how I saw her last time in RL. I hold her hands, kiss her hands and kiss her in the cheek. She is happy and surprised to see me. I tell her I want to try something and ask for her permission. She says “Sure”. She gets up and sits on a chair by the side of her bed. I summon and try to visualize the Medicine Buddha coming to heal her and for some time nothing happens. I am getting desperate but then I see a blue star shining bright in the night sky outside. I focus on it and I notice it becoming bigger and moving. As it moves to the right in the sky, all of a sudden makes a U-turn and accelerates in our direction. As it comes closer I can distinguish a translucent blue entity. I don’t recognize a traditional Buddha shape though, but I’m open to whatever it is that is coming to meet us. Then it just crosses the glass wall in high speed, passes through Isabel’s body entering by her back and comes out through her chest and disappears in the air. I am amazed but she asks me “So? What exactly are you going to try?”. She didn’t see or feel anything. So I tell her I just want to do some reiki in her. I am still puzzled and preferred not to tell her the truth. I put my hands on her back for a while but then a friend of hers comes up and they start chatting. I hear her saying something like she would love so much to see Rinpoche (our precious guru) so I think about trying to help her on that to. I ask them to make a prayer with me to summon his presence. We call for his name and then a succession of characters that mildly resemble him enter through the door, but I know none of them is truly him, they lack his presence. But for a brief split second I did feel his energy and I try to pursuit it by flying out of the door and down the stairs. I feel him. I exit to the street and it’s early morning already. I can see the town square in front of me, a morning market being assembled by the locals and beautiful alpine houses. The air is cold but sweet. His presence dissipates in the air.
I fly around a little bit the market and the beautiful amazing pastry store windows, with very traditional and fairy tale like cookies and cakes arrangements. I marvel at the amazing beauty of this and think that normally I would start a frenzy of eating all I could, knowing it is just a dream, but this time I didn’t feel the need. I fly back to inside the building and on the waiting room I encounter my mom.
(SHARED)--> She is sitting on a bench, with a piece of cake on a plate, but not eating it. I sit by her side and she asks me if I saw all those amazing cakes and cookies. I smile and say yes. She ask if I want to share (she always does, not to feel so guilty, I guess). She says we can go get a dozen each and then exchange to try more flavours. I say I’m not interested. But then a friend of hers or a total stranger, I don’t know, comes to us and offers a plate with a half eaten sweet. She says she is full and that we can have the rest. My mom says why should she take it, when there are so many fresh cakes outside waiting for us. But I accept and eat it. She doesn’t get it, so I explain I’m trying to live according to this new philosophy: not eating unnecessarily, even if it’s a dream and I won’t get fat or won’t cost me money – and by the way, this is when I tell her this is a dream – but if someone offers me something with a good intention, then I accept it, no matter what, as a humble thank you for the meritorious action of the person. She is trying to digest that this is a dream. She doesn’t seem to believe, because it is so real, but I insist it is and since I am starting to feel it fading I tell her that as a proof, I am just about to exit this dream. <--(SHARED) And then I wake up.

9:00 GMT

Note: During the day I asked my mom if she had had any interesting dream (it was early morning, so I felt there was a high chance of recall) and she took some time to remember anything, but then she said “Yes, I remember cakes! Beautiful amazing cakes and pastry shops like those we saw in Belgium, those that looked like out of a fairy tale! But I didn’t actually remember eating any cake...” she said with a sad face

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID SEMI-LUCID

Good morning! Didn't get much sleep last night, and therefore I had zero recall. I do have two cool dreams from this weekend. Tonight is sleeping night, and I will be taking B6 before bed. I am going to take Calea this weekend, and not G+C as I said yesterday. I will smoke a joint of it, then drink the tea for full effect.

Life of a Gangster
I'm in a rectangular room with a few other people. We're all just chilling and ofcourse, dealing drugs. I seem to be someone else, as my skin is black instead of white. A remote is infront of me, and there's cocaine on it. I am just about to let someone try it, when the police kicks in the door. It's just one guy, telling everyone to freeze. Everyone panics and heads for the door, knocking the policeman over.

I quickly throw the remote on the floor, making the cocaine go away, and head for the door. The policeman is now on his feet and he's telling me to stop. I knock him over and run out. Everyone is going the same direction, and I get this brilliant idea to go the other way. To do the least unexpected! I run to the right and end up at a fence. I have to run back like ten meters before I can dash away at full speed. The policeman still hasn't come out and I look behind me as I run to see if he would appear. I round a corner without seeing any blue, and I slow down.

I walk around the neighbourhood for a long time, having a hard time staying upright. Darkness arrives and I walk down some stairs. Looking behind me I see a silhouette of a man, but I know it's not the cop. Another gangster perhaps. I hear something on the parkinglot I've just come to and I look around. A small boy comes out from between two cars, and points a gun at me. I reach out with my hand and tells him to relax. He recognises me and puts the gun down. I can see a body on the ground between the two cars.

Apparently I'm some kind of respected gangster, and we handshake in a gangster kind of way. "Respect kid!" I tell him and he smiles at me and head for the stairs. I take a closer look at the body. He's dead as a stone, and I spot a glock and some sunglasses. I pocket the glock and try to pick up the glasses, but they break. Suddenly I can hear the police nearby. I run towards a road and try to hide my own gun from oncoming traffic as I try to cross it. I have some very soft and baggy pants on, and it's almost impossible to put it behind my back in my pants.

I cross the road and end up on a smaller road leading into the woods. I stop after a while and look back at the road, twenty meters back. A car pulls up and I decide I need one. Two young guys are in the car, and they pull down the window to ask me the way or something. I take out my gun and put two bullets in the head on the guy in the passenger seat. He doesn't die, even though there is a hole right in his forehead. They get mad and speed off. I continue down the road and I notice an intersection.

"For fuck sake! Will this dream ever end?" I ask myself and walk out in the middle of the road. "Oh well, I'll just make it end" I say and pull out my two guns. The glock one is empty, but the other one still has a few rounds in it. I start shooting at cars and hell breaks loose. Cars screech all around me as I shoot through their windshields. With a big jump I jump up on a bus and stand on the roof. I throw myself backwards, hoping the dream will end...

I am in a room with my cousins and I'm doing an experiment on Astral Projection. Apparently I'm doing it right now, and I'm making them hold up playing cards behind my head. I guess correctly all the time, but it takes a few seconds for me to recognise the card they're holding up. It's like I'm seeing them through a mirror. I can see a mirror on the wall infront of me. "Wait, we need a wall without a mirror" I say and look around. There are small mirrors everywhere.

Cool lottery
I've won a very weird lottery. A couple of wheels like in jack vegas are spinning infront of me, and the first one stops. It's a picture of a house and I can tell the category is "House-related items" The second wheel stops and there's a rooftile on it. The third wheel stops and a large triangular window appears. I get to see how it would look like on a house. It's just like The Sims. I can tell the window is very expensive and I think about selling it right away. A screen pops up, telling me to text message a certain code to a number. I try to remember the phone number but it disappears before I get a chance. I get anxious and asks if anyone had a chance to memorize the number.

Amount of sleep: Around 9 hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! One of the longest dreams I've recalled that first one, pretty cool aswell! B6 tonight. Sweet. We'll see what my mind has in mind, höhö.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, Commentary made while awake

I'm at Disneyland, in a large, covered outdoor amphitheater, watching a new stage show that consists of Sorcerer Mickey waving an oversized magician's wand around (the black, cylindrical kind with white tips on both ends). Mini-fireworks, red foil streamers, and red confetti shoot out of the end of the wand in turn while the “Fantasmic!” theme music plays. [The part of the music that played in my dream starts at 1:41.] [I don't think I've ever heard an existing piece of music that clearly in a dream before. Awesome!] A few minutes into the show, the wand stops working. Looking between the seats and the other guests at the floor where Mickey is standing, I can see that there's an extra wand there, waiting to be picked up and used if needed. There's also an entire bundle of replacement wands descending from the ceiling in some sort of holder. The show stalls while a replacement wand is selected. While the show is on hold, Cast Members start giving out free stuff by passing it around through the audience. One of the things that gets passed to me is a small basket full of pin-on plastic name tags that are shaped like, and designed to look like, license plates from Cars. They all have different organization names and titles printed at the top and bottom of the name tag, surrounding a blank space to write your name in. I read each one, looking for the one I like best [I could read them in the dream, but I don't remember what any of them said now], so it takes me forever to choose one.

Dreamskip. I'm in an elevated, landscaped parking lot to the west of my high school campus. I can see the brown car, and I'm walking toward it. I realize that I'm dreaming and decide to get to my car by flying, instead of just walking. I try to take off by kicking off the ground and jumping up at the same time, but it doesn't work very well. The move takes me a lot higher than it would have in reality, maybe a couple feet off the ground, but I jump up and then float right back down again in a symmetrical, parabolic arc. [I don't remember how I did it, but] Somehow, I end up flying. I say, “Screw the car. I'm going to fly.”

I'm flying over the west side of the high school campus, but am now facing toward the center of campus rather than away from it. The view is panoramic and beautiful from up there. However, I find myself only flying sideways and backwards. I can feel myself being pulled in those directions through the air. Why am I not going forward, over the campus? That's the direction I want to go, but apparently, I can't. I don't understand this. I think, “There's going to be a wall behind me for me to kick off of and start flying forward.” The next moment, there is one. I'm being pulled backwards through the air until I feel my feet hit the wall, which stops me. I kick off the wall, propelling myself forward. I fly forward for a little way, but I still find it difficult to do. I end up getting pulled sideways again.

[I think some other stuff happened at this point, but I don't remember it now.]

I wake up and I'm lying down outside somewhere. It looks like a park. It's bright and sunny there. There is a cartoon dog looking at me, dressed up in a Halloween costume to look like some other kind of animal. I say hello to it, calmly and happily. Then it dawns on me, Oh, this is a false awakening. I'm still dreaming. I'm going to wake up for real soon. Then I did wake up for real.

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Side notes:

Last night, I listened to the first 15 minutes of the Subliminal Lucid 3.0 mp3 as I was getting ready for bed and going to sleep, while doing MILD affirmations at the same time. I also had my cardboard-square wristband on my right wrist. I did not listen to the binaural beats file at all. Therefore, I can conclude that the binaural beats file is not a necessity for me to have a lucid dream. I'm pretty sure that the most important factor is the focused affirmations and the desire to have one.

I'm pleased to see that I still have my previously-discovered ability to make things happen or appear in dreams by quietly, passively expecting them to happen or appear. I'm a little disappointed that I didn't have better control over my own flying, but admittedly, I am out of practice. I actually have a large backlog of handwritten notes on my dreams that I haven't had time to type up and put into my dream journal. I'll get around to it when I can.

This is the first time that I’ve written down keywords for dreams as I remembered them in the morning. These are all dreams that I had between snooze hits on my alarm clock. I've been wanting to do that since I started this journal but I either kept forgetting or I didn't have time. It has significantly helped the recall of my early morning parade of dreams, but I can’t remember any of the night-time dreams. Anyway, that’s a start! Just for kicks, here is what my sheet of paper says:
work, posters, shredded Chemistry
boy in linen closet
5 cats
14 shots
my stool
pilgrim hockey
“colorado”

In which I destroy work property, quit my job and almost watch Star Wars…

I’m at work and I have a bunch of butcher paper on which is written everything I need to learn to pass my Chemistry exam. I’m in a work room by myself but the fourth wall is a window through which I can see people walking up and down a hall. My husband is in the next room, also working.

I pull out a razor blade and start slashing the butcher paper into shapes. I’m going to make a jig-saw puzzle out of all the Chemistry notes. I decide that putting this puzzle back together will be the best way for me to study. As I’m slashing it up, my supervisor comes to the door. I step outside in the hall to talk to her. She asks me how much longer I’ll be using the butcher paper posters because she needs them for a meeting. I realize that I was not supposed to destroy them, so I make an excuse to use them for a little longer and keep her out of the room.

After she leaves, I return to the room and stack the pieces up so that people walking around in the hall don’t see that I’ve destroyed the posters. I then go to the room nextdoor where my husband is working to ask him what he thinks I should do. He is in the middle of a presentation and I don’t want to disturb him, so I go back to my own work room.

I realize that it is hopeless. There is no way that I can put the posters back together and I will probably lose my job. I decide to leave the workplace forever before I’m identified. I step out into the hall and hear the theme song for Star Wars. I stop and listen for a minute and realize that it is the first one, Episode 4, and that it is being played in a theater. I walk around in the halls until I find a theater and I look through the window in the door to see Darth Vader and the storm troopers boarding the rebel ship, looking for Leah. I’ve never seen Star Wars in the theater before. I go in to watch, but then I see my supervisor in the audience so I decide to leave.

In which I find a boy in my linen closet…

I’m in my childhood home, walking down the main hall which has bedrooms on the right and left and ends at a linen closet. I open the door to the linen closet and tangled up among the tall pile of folded and stacked blankets is a young boy, maybe six or seven years old. He favors my brother with pale skin and blonde hair, but I know he is a different boy. His head is resting on the top blanket while his arms and legs are folded between the blankets below. He is sleeping peacefully.

I glance away, and when I look back, the boy is deformed. His limbs and neck are twisted around the blankets because he has muscular dystrophy and can’t straighten himself out. I realize with some horror that he has been stuffed in the closet to hide him. I reach in to help him out and touch his arm: he is dead. I panic. There is a dead body in my linen closet and I start to worry that the police will blame me for murdering someone. Then in a flash, I fear that I’ve put the boy’s body there. He resembles my brother so much that I start to worry that it is my brother. I force myself to look at his face carefully, and he opens his eyes and grimaces.

In which I have five cats that are mostly reincarnations of cats I‘ve had in the past…

My husband and I are in our bedroom unpacking our suitcase and five cats jump out. Three are large, fluffy adult cats and two are small adolescents, not quite kittens but not adults either. Our dog immediately tries to chase one of the cats, but we tell her no and make her sit on her bed. Then we explain to her that the cats are “puppies” and that she has to be friends with them. She decides to sit in her bed and observe for a while before trying to play with them.

Two of the cats look just like pets from my childhood. One looked like my childhood cat, Dusty, a large Siamese who my parents already had when I was born and who died the year I started high school. I was very close to this cat. The other cat looked like Doofus who was my grandmother’s old blind grey cat. The two similar cats who popped out of my husband’s suitcase were newer versions of the older cats. I explained to my husband that when I was a baby, I had a stuffed Snoopy doll that I loved very much and carried with me everywhere. I couldn’t say “Snoopy” so I called it “Poopy”. By the time I was three years old, it was torn and dirty. My parents bought me a new stuffed Snoopy doll to replace it but I loved the old one so much I wouldn’t let it go. Instead, I started carrying around both the old and the new dolls and loved them both. One was called Poopy and the other was Snoopy. These cats were just like those dolls. They were not Dusty and Doofus but were newer versions of them. Their names are Gusty and Goofus. When I petted Gusty, she curled up in my lap, dignified, and wanted to be petted over the top of the head and under the neck just like Dusty. Goofus wanted to explore the room by herself and be left alone.

The third adult cat was a really fluffy fat long-haired cat that looked like a Persian. He was a lover, and I told my husband that he had the same personality as McKenzie, the cat I got in high school and had through college when I met my husband. The new cat looked nothing like McKenzie except that he was just as fat, but he acted just like him. He playfully batted at our hands and rubbed his body against our legs and arms. I named him Lover Boy.

The two younger cats confused me. They ran around together as a pair playing and bouncing off one another and were not very interested in us. I told my husband that one of them must be a reincarnation of KittyCat who was McKenzie’s companion and lived until very old age. But neither of the kittens looked or acted like KittyCat. And I had no idea who the second young cat was. We wondered at this for a while and then decided to name them Kip and Kiddo.

I played with the cats for a while and woke up.

In which I still have five cats and a crazy lady tries to give me 13 injections…

Even though I woke up for a while, I fell right back into the cat dream.

The five cats now had a really bad case of fleas that was affecting our dog too. We figured it was because they’d been in the suitcase for a while and hadn’t had any flea treatment. But we didn’t want to double dose them with Frontline if they’d already had flea treatment as too much Ivermectin can cause problems in some animals. We called a veterinary nurse practitioner who makes house calls.

A fat brown haired woman in a purple sweater arrives at our house. She smells of dogs and cigarettes. She looks at the cats and says she will have to take them in for testing. We help her round them up with a butterfly net. Only Goofus seems distressed. I’m worried about the cats while they are away and make the woman promise that she will not give them any treatment until she consults me first.

She comes back the next day with two large duffle bags. She unzips the first bag, and dozens of cats jump out. There are cats of all shapes, sizes and colors running around the house. I tell the lady that we’ve become cat women. I’m happy to have all the cats running around, but the lady speaks to me accusingly. She says that these are all the kittens of my five cats. She said that I’ve been an irresponsible owner and didn’t neuter and spay them. I argue with her because this is untrue. Gusty, Goofus and Lover Boy have all been neutered and spayed, and Kip and Kiddo are too young to have babies. The veterinary nurse practitioner admits that I’m correct and explains that she had me confused with someone else. We then run around looking for my five cats to separate from the others which she will have to take back to someone else’s house. Lover Boy is easy to find because he comes when I call him. Goofus is anti-social but wise. She has already figured out what is going on and she is waiting by the bedroom door. We put them both in the bedroom and herd the other cats into the living room. Gusty then rubs herself on my legs. I tell her that she can stay out in the living room but that she has to stay close to me so that she doesn’t get lost in the crowd of cats. The fat lady and I are left searching for Kip and Kiddo. They are lost in the mass of cats. She pulls out her butterfly net again and starts gathering up cats, inspecting each scoop for Kip and Kiddo, and then dropping the other cats into her bag. Finally, we find my two adolescent cats and put them in the bedroom with Lover Boy and Goofus.

The fat veterinary nurse and I sit down at my kitchen table. My dog Lucy sits under the table at my feet and Gusty sits on the table near my hand. The lady opens her second bag and pulls out a bunch of syringes. She drops one on the floor and my dog picks it up with her mouth. I take it from her and notice that it is a giant needle - the sort that doctors use for spinal taps. I hand it to her and notice how chaotic and unhygienic her practice is.

The lady explains that fleas are a super organism like ants or bees. The live in colonies and share a large consciousness. She says that the fleas that have inhabited the cats are the same as the ones who live in the carpet and on my dog and even on my own skin. She says that we can kill any of them and this will eventually kill them all because they all must stay alive for the super organism to function. The tests she ran on my five cats reveal that they’ve already had a recent dose of Ivermectin so she doesn’t want to give it to them again. Instead, she wants to inject me and my dog with some flea treatments, and it will eventually spread to the cats.

First I protest because I’ve never seen flea medication given as an injection. Usually it is topical or in a pill form. She says that we have a serious infestation and this would not be enough. Next I argue that I’m not sure if it is safe for people. She makes me feel guilty for putting something on an animal that I’m not willing to put on myself. I agree to take a shot.

I look at the syringes strewn out across the table and ask her which one she is going to use. I’m really worried about that giant spinal tap syringe. She explains that she is going to use all of them. I count them and see that there are 14. I tell her that this doesn’t make any sense and that I must be dreaming. She argues that I can’t be dreaming because in a dream, I don’t know how to count. I accept that this is true and then get really worried about what to do. She says she is going to put seven shots in one arm and six in the other. I tell her that this is only 13 and she says that the 14th, the spinal tap syringe, will go to my dog.

I’m about to submit, to accept that this woman is a professional and that I should trust her when I remember that I do have free will and that I don’t need to be bullied. I tell her that I’m uncomfortable with her explanations and that I can’t trust her with something so potentially dangerous as injecting substances into my body and my dog’s body. She tries to make me feel guilty and says I just won’t do it because I’m afraid of all the shots. I admit that I am afraid of the shots too, but that I’m more afraid of getting a staph infection or brain damage. I tell her to leave and help her gather up her syringes. She doesn’t even remove the needles from them and she pokes herself once.

In which I rediscover a childhood possession and wake up crying…

I wake up (in my dream) thinking about the little stool that my great grandmother made me when I was a little girl. It was a multi-colored embroidered round seat standing about a foot and a half off the ground on four little wooden legs. She gave it to me when I was only six or seven years old, and by the time I was in high school it was so wobbly that I couldn’t use it to sit or stand on anymore but kept as a sentimental item. I know that I held on to it through college, but I’m not sure what happened to it after that. I lay in bed thinking about it for a long time and then remembered that I planted it in my garden. I realized suddenly that this was foolish since it the exposure to the elements would destroy it, so I ran outside in my robe and started searching my garden for it.

My garden was a multi-layered biosphere. Up above my head was a tree canopy with tall flowers sticking out. At eye level were the tops of rose bushes and tropical plants. Below this were shrubs, holly and nandina. Ground level was ivy and daffodils. Frogs jumped about the garden and I followed them because my great-grandmother loved frogs and I knew they would lead me to her stool.

I found the stool beneath an umbrella of iron plant leaves. I’d planted the wooden legs in the ground and had to dig it up. I carried it inside and got back in bed with it. My husband and I examined it from our bed.

The embroidery on the top had faded completely and the cloth had a small tear from which some of the stool top’s stuffing was visible. I touched this stuffing and was surprised how soft the material was. My husband stuck his hand inside it too, and it expanded. Beneath the embroidered surface cloth were dozens of pieces of fabric including fine silk saris and down quilts. We pulled the fabric out until we were buried in our bed under a mountain of colorful cloth.

My stool appeared to be destroyed. I picked it up by the four legs and set it on the ground, now deflated and without a stool surface. But then I saw that the bottom of the stool was hardwood and that it contained a leaf inside like a dining room table that can be expanded. I pulled it open and my stool became a beautiful hardwood table, about four feet by two feet. Folded down over the table was a delicate metal music stand made of a fine pattern of intertwined roses. I flipped it up and sat in front of it, smiling.

“Look,” I told my husband, “now I can sit on the floor and play my guitar in front of this!”

In which the houses on our street turn into pilgrims and play hockey…

I step outside on my front porch. I look at the houses across the street. They all turn into giant cartoon pilgrims. They have top hats, beards, buckle toe shoes and farmers clothes. They are a long row of identical pilgrims. All at once, they pull out hockey sticks and start playing street hockey.

In which my safety word is “Colorado”…

I was engaged in a relatively tame sex game with two men I didn’t know very well. I don’t think the details are appropriate to explain here! But what I thought was really interesting is that I told the guys that my safety word (which is the word you say to end the sex game) was “Colorado”. Once I woke up, I realized that this is also my name here on this website so I must’ve been thinking about dreaming at some level. I don’t live in Colorado or anything like that so I don’t think it could mean anything else.