non-lucid

Imma write key words for now

Dream 1: Chocolate, night shift, box, man, job

Dream 2: Library, girls, walk around, friends

Dream 3: Father time, mirror, eliminate, kid, reason

Dream 4: Charles-Antoine, cocaine, mom, brother and sister, lack responsability, TV, show
THEN--- DS, pokemon, Buizel, Chansey, magcargo lvl6, Gengar lvl 32, macgargo faster, water attack, ability, Metal electrode

Dream 5: Big English grammar test: Philippe, write, metamorphosis, orange writing, Mathilde
THEN--- Colossus, ball, damage, electricity, shit, its pretty bad

Dream 6: Symbols, narrator, humor, lucid

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:30 GMT – Sleep

Weird animals
I’m under the viaduct at my home town, crossing a road that passes under it, when I see a cute fluffy cat with an enormous head, although inside the range of normality, passing by. I also see a pigmee elephant with antlers instead of tusks and a tiny short trunk. I also think he was a bit furry on the back. A truly weird animal. A gipsy woman approaches me saying she wants to read my future in my hands and I say I’m not interested. Then I realise I don’t have any money, any purse, not even keys to my home. Instead of despair I feel so free – I start realising I’m probably dreaming.

Trying to do the RPG task I
Then I’m inside some studio, watching a talk show being recorded and I decide to do the nose RC. Somehow it is not clear enough – I do have difficulties in breathing when I pinch my nose. So I do the ultimate test and cross a giant speaker box as if it was an hologram. OK, now I know I am dreaming. I remember the RPG task to go save the demon boy in the woods and I check my reflection somewhere just to be sure I’m on my RPG character (my warrior me). I am close but not enough. I try to summon weapons but when I look again I have strange hair in black, red and white shades. I get distracted by that and wake up.

Trying to do the RPG task II
I force myself into dream again and I find myself back in the studio again watching the talk show – boring! I have to start all over, but at least now I don’t need RC. I decide to move forward to jump to the RPG dream. I end up in the lobby of this building. It is golden with large glass windows and doors. I see the street outside. I look for something that can serve as portal and the best I can get is the glass doors. Good enough. I jump towards a door wishing to go to the woods and for a split second I am surrounded by trees and start deciding my next move. But the woods quickly transform and I find myself at my mom’s place. Shit! What’s going on today? It’s late night, everybody’s asleep and I hear noise in the kitchen. I go check and my mom left something in the stove, a cooker with beans that has no water anymore and the beans are burning and kind of exploding with the heat. I shut down the stove and put a wet tissue over the cooker. By then my mom woke up and comes to see what happened. She is surprised to see me and totally upset she forgot the beans cooking. She thanks me and feels embarrassed. She has no clue we’re just dreaming and I also don’t want to enlighten her today, so I tell her I just arrived, it’s late and I go to sleep and we talk next day, okay? She finds all weird but as I go to the room and close the door she doesn’t insist. I then think about trying once more to jump to the woods but I wake up again. Sh*t!

4:40 GMT

Trying to do the RPG task III and meeting Nighthawk instead
After writing my failed attempts I go back to sleep and try to enter lucid again. This time I am facing a mirror and my warrior suit is on, my weapons on my hands and I plunge into a mirror portal totally focused on the RPG task. When I open my eyes on the other side I feel totally crushed, no woods. I’m at a modern house, like a loft studio but really huge. There’s people around a table, like a family and friends and I see Nighthawk. I guess subconscious today won me or maybe he summoned me.
This is a dream version of his house and family. His mom, dad, brothers and sisters are there. He spots me and puts his arm around my shoulders and tells me to walk with him. Ok. We go upstairs and we sit on a couch – I actually sit on his lap – and we start making out. Then I put my hand under his shirt and he has a really weird reaction, saying he is putting some medicine on his skin and I shouldn’t touch it. He even says the name of the medicine and I’m like “Who cares, we’re dreaming!”. I guess he doesn’t know that. I get bored with his talk about the active component of this medicine and lose connection to this dream.

Girl stoned in Iran
Then I find myself in what seems to be Iran. Some women all dressed up and maked-up (but with scarfs over their heads) are bringing boxes of stones to some table. They look shattered and angry. Then a lot of men are gathering around and I feel sick when I realise what’s about to happen. These women are friends and family of the girl who is going to be stoned and I think this is the biggest torture of all, that they have to prepare it all. A little young girl is actually so upset that she throws a small stone towards some guys who are looking eager for what’s coming. Then the older ladies grab her in urgency or she would also be punished severely for that.
Then a teenage girl dressed in aqua-green with beautiful light brown hair and the most sad and profound eyes is coming to the centre of the “stage”. I am just watching, like hovering around in spirit and no one really sees me. Except her: she extends her arms to me, looks deeply in my eyes, like begging for help and I feel totally broken. I hold her hands and send her all my love and tell her not to be afraid, that she will soon be free. She feels a bit comforted and sings a very sad song.

6:15 GMT

Meeting Nighthawk II
I am back in the house where I met Nighthawk previously. I meet him again and as we move around this place I see how big it really is – it connects with a larger facility with artists’ studios and workshops. Artists and engineers are all working together on some project connecting agriculture and art. It’s bizarre. I pass in front of 3 furnaces which are being open on that exact moment to put something inside or take something out, but I don’t get to see what. I just see that some guy suffers minor burns in his face when a flame hits him.
Nighthawk takes me again to some private area and he asks me what did really happen in that shared lucid dream he doesn’t recall. I ask him back if he really doesn’t remember and he insists on the "no". He sits on a sofa and asks me embarrassed if we “pleased each other” and I find that such a ridiculous euphemism. I say “If we had sex? No, but it was close enough.” He said “I thought so.” Then he pulls me closer and puts his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders.

7:55 GMT – Wake up

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid


03-10-10 I am at a Casino, winning loads. I also take chips left behind, as no one is there. My dad comes and cleans the place up. The chips I have won turn into metal for me to cash out. Something is wrong my dad goes on a run, I follow, he ends up running over a house. We get noticed by the people inside, I spot a parcour route I could take to get on to the roof. A mother and daughter catches me (not litterally) and tell me my dad ruined their floor, I assure them he will fix it. I end up going through the house, but I am hit by a buzzing sensation, I ask what is causing it and the mother explains that it is the incense sticks. I reply I have never felt anything like it before, they make the sticks themselves, from “yogi trees”, the mother invites me to find one, but the daughter explains how they are nearly extinct. This doesn't seem to bother the mother, but the daughter and I don't like it.

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I am in a house that in some way reminds me of our family house in Hornslet. We are playing some sort of game and 2 eastern European women are there, playing the game with us. They are discussing the pros and cons about being a prostitute. One of them a blond girl sort of fancies the idea and as the little party goes on, we scatter and she ends up having sex with an old English friend of mine. They start out on the table. Simultaneously the rest of us are spending time somewhere else. I am talking to the other girl really interested in getting in her pants, but she lets me down and while I am taken somewhere else to deal with something, she starts a conversation with a quiet sensible man, whom I do not previously know. In the end they too start having sex and I feel a bit down seeing as there is only 3 rooms upstairs and 2 of them are being used for sexual exploits and I am not part of anything. I have to go to the toilet, so I spend a bit of time in the hallway connecting all the rooms and I can see the second couple on the bed and I can hear the first, the woman complaining that not even my Friend can satisfy her. She contacts me and asks if what I think about her having sex in my house, I say I love the thought and she asks me if I could fix the table for her as she could feel it breaking when they started. Apparently the table did it for her. I agree and is getting quite excited up until she says “Oh there is just one catch, R (my English friend) will be doing the tuffing”. To which I am quite disappointed.

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I end up summoning a demon in the form of an old English friend of mine to fulfil my sexual desires, her boyfriend is a good friend of mine.. PM me if you need further details...

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I am locked to something between a safe and a steel frame, but for some reason I am able to move. This is a good thing as I am being stolen by some badies and I need to discover their location. I end up getting myself hooked to some strange hook in the car which leaves me in a position where I am halfway hanging out the car running on the street as they drive down the road. I am thinking shit I am outside my flat and I don't have my keys, I check my pockets and they are gone. I react by thinking to myself “Oh yeah I am dreaming, I need to just expect them to be there” I check my pockets again and they are now there.. Can't remember exactly but I think I keep going down the road...

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I am experiencing flashes, which I think might be HHs. They are of Vala Maldaran of SG-1 and as they continue I am thinking “Vala, hmm alright I'll go with it” (I have been such a pig this night ^^). As they continue I become aware that she is lying unconscious in a corridor as am I in the form of Daniel Jackson (I am not able to shift, but I am just casually aware that I might frighten her if I am myself, and I just become him). The HHs eventually grow to a full dream, I try to move around, but this seems to destabilise the dream so I decide to go with the plot and just pay attention. I am captured as a fraud by Daniel Jackson, as this is confusing I choose to refer to him as Michael Shanks (I decided this in the dream) while I remain Daniel Jackson (Nods to myself, yes!). I am taken through a window to a large garage and I pride myself in the amount of details I can produce and in particular I am proud of the lighting effect cause by someone welding in the background. This looks rather spectacular on Richard Dean Anderson and the variety of tools, boxes, gates, nets and other military/technical equipment in the room. I become elated and am about to jump up a table and start dancing as I am awoken by noise in my physical surroundings.

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A continuation of the dream with the two eastern European women, I ask what I have done to offend them and they tell me I have thrown away one of the person's clothes. We are at a pool side and I manage to drag one of them down into the pool after her having taken off her blouse, in a playful manner. I am vaguely aware that I am dreaming and tell them that I can easily recover the clothes. Turns out I am still horrible at summoning stuff and they discard me as an idiot and I just forget about them.

At the side of the pool my first girlfriend (if you can call her that, didn't last longer than 3 months) looks disappointed at me and ask me if I still have the bag she gave to me in another dream. I consider my answer and decide to go with the truth that I have completely forgotten about it and alas don't have access to it. She tells me that there are huge parts of her identity in there and it was my one chance to get to know her. I tell her I know she likes to dance, she smiles and agrees. I ask her if it is only the traditional dancing or spontaneous individual performances as well (Which I have enjoyed doing since we parted) and she tells me she loves it and grabs my hand in excitement. I wake up to the same aforementioned noise.

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There is a lake, I am lucid and the water of the lake is bright blue, as in so blue you cannot see beneath the surface. I attempt to shrink (last month's task) with some success and I dance through the water at molecular level with loads of electrical activity around me. I am only able to shrink in the water at least to the minuscule size I am at that point. When I exit the lake the blades of grass is about as big as me and I attempt to go back to molecular size but can't. I can easily fit myself in one of those neck supports you buy for sleeping in a sitting position during long flights (recently saw these, as some of my family brought them on a 10 hour flight to Thailand). There are two or three lying at the grass by the side of the lake.


Notes: Quite a good way to end a dryspell, although my lucids are now frequent they seem to be very short and my control is rather limited. I think I need to refocus on my dream world as I have been on holiday and been ill before it, during which time I have been relaxing too much.

However I was pretty drunk and much of my sleep was disturbed by a mate of mine moving about on the sofa, I am not sure whether this was a helping factor or not although I suspect it helped with attaining lucidity, but shortened the duration.

I feel that this dream was quite similar to another one I've had but I don't quite know why.

The first thing I remember is being in the hall at school and seeing the Dean and some people, they were preparing for a play or something. I was with someone called p'vLd"P , a different 'sidekick' than most of my dreams but someone I'd expect to see at school. The dean told us to get out for some reason. I'm having trouble remembering stuff as I didn't write anything down when I woke up and waited until now which was a stupid move. But from what I do remember we were hanging out around houses that seemed out of place in the area, like something from a video game.

I remember danger. There was a hole in the stone at the bottom of somebody's house and it looked like it was made from someone in the basement. We went to check it out and my companion was injured. Now, I am not sure if it was actually p'vLd"P at this point because it was a dog, but later on in the dream the dog and p'vLd"P were definitely the same person. This dog getting injured is the closest I have come to becoming lucid so far as I thought it was strange I was suddenly with a dog but I felt guilty for the dog getting hurt so I stopped thinking about it and tried to get it to safety.

I feel as if a lot of the dream is missing from my memory in between that and the next point I remember clearly, which is entering the hall at school again. I remember it was a lot like a video game in the way we had to solve puzzles but I'm not sure what the puzzles were like but I remember feeling very uncomfortable the whole way. I also remember talking to someone. This part of the dream seems to correspond with the fact I was playing Amnesia: The Dark Descent and Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time that night.

I don't remember much before arriving back at the hall. p'vLd"P was a human again and I felt like the fucking man. I felt like nothing could hurt me and that I was a hero. I somehow knew that the events weren't real without fully realising I was dreaming. I think I woke up shortly after.

Back tracking:

Morning of the 22nd,

-i was baby sitting a little girl
-dream took place in a chess inspired castle
-was some kind of art gallery that i was helping with
-then i was outside my old house with my mom, grandma and the old ladies from Ponyo
-we were talking about my late grandpa and my grandma wanted me to give my memorial bracelet to my mom(which doesnt actually exist)

Morning of the 24th,

-a very expensive shopping center, selling brand names for charity
-i was interviewing women as they were shopping
-i saw Michael Fox filming a commercial
-very vivid recall

Morning of the 26th,

-confusing recall about a long dream that i kept waking from and falling back into
-pt 1 at 11am, felt like i was in a basement apartment
-i had a bullmastiff that shit all over the floor, it was way too vivid
-my bf wouldnt kelp me clean it up, i half woke up and told my bf that he has to help me, but he was also asleep and didnt hear me, i fell back asleep
-pt 2 at 12pm, i was in an odd school and ran into my friend who happened to be in the same course as me in college, and i recommended what teacher to try to get
-pt 3 at 1:30pm, had a dream about talking to my old manager in an odd office

Morning of the 27th,

-i was with my mom and aunt, and we crashed a funeral
-the bathroom was memorable
-i had twin boys that i was trying to get back home to, i was trapped behind a strangely familiar building
-scene changed and i was trapped in my old neighbour's back yard, i hopped the fence and ran home
-i had my boys in the master bedroom with our three dogs(which i dont have)
-the babies were not crying when they wanted something, so i kept forgetting to feed and change them
-i took one of them for a walk down the street in my arms, to show some of the neighbours

Morning of the 29th,

-parent's were planning a big anniversary party, so i had rules to follow- and break
-i wasnt allowed to have anyone over, so we could attempt to keep the house clean
-but i started drinking, and had people over and my mom got pissed and went to her sister's house for the night
-my dad was furious with me and i was crying almost the whole dream
-i got up in the morning to try and clean the house
-someone broke in right in front of me
-i screamed for my dad but they got away with a big suitcase that was in the living room
-i cried again and headed to the kitchen to try and clean up, when i saw three aliens(looked like Planet 51 aliens, but different colours) they told me they were there the night before, and were overly curious about everything in the house
-my dad finally came downstairs, dressed up, and started helping me in the kitchen
-i tried to explain about the aliens and he didnt care

Morning of the 1st,

-horrifying aliens were taking over the world. end of the world scenario
-they looked like a cross between splice(when she's male and has wings) and the tooth fairies from hell boy, but they were about 8' tall on average
-they were eating humans, using them to breed more aliens, and trying to turn people into aliens
-everyone in the area took shelter in a big space ship that must have been parked on a hill
-i noticed my parent's, cousin from another province, friend from high school, bf's sister and her bf, and i knew my bf was there, and i knew my grandma was there, but didnt see them. and a LOT of other DCs
-the alien's would watch up and try to break in during the day, but would go hunting else where for humans at night
-some people were collecting books in case we could actually get away and repopulate and educate the world
-i remember it being really important to make sure that i had 'The Lovely Bones' with me, and i went out of my way to find my friend from high school to make sure she had 'Lucky'
-in the end, everyone was sitting in one of the bigger rooms on the ship and my dad was adjacent to me
-all of the electronics stopped working(cellphones, watches, etc) and the ship was under full attack by the alien's and they had pushed the ship down a hill
-the last thing i remember before i woke up was my dad screaming out from the silence, "Oh No, ohh NOOO!"

Drank some beer last evening so no recall until the second half of the night, but wow what a night.

Freaky Room
0652: C. I'm laying in a bed at one end of a long room. It's almost pitch dark. I can just make out the silhouette of some bedroom furniture and I sense there is a doorway at the far end of the room. A creepy little girl is running around the room. Her face glows like a dim candle. As she gets near me I'm a little frightened. Maybe I'm a little lucid because I tell myself this is just a dream and I should just stay calm and watch. The girl giggles and says "Come, you should see!" And then she exits the room through the door. I still haven't moved. Then I see a large man sitting at the far end of the room. His face is also glowing dimly. He stands up and slowly walks toward me at a zombie's pace. As he gets close, he stretches one arm out toward me as if he intends to grab me. I'm afraid and turn away, still laying in the bed. Dream fades.

Bridgette?
0733: C. I'm in a dark room. Seems like a bedroom. There's some light coming through a door near me that leads to a hallway. I think I'm looking for something in a dresser. A girl walks in and asks for my help. At first, she seems to be Bridgette, a very attractive coworker IWL. She's talking about a forum post about collecting all the images from the game loading screens. She's holding a piece of paper and she wants me to burn it for her. I tell her this is a dream. Again, maybe I'm a little lucid but the vividness and control are low. She says, "Oh, I'm dreaming with you?" I get a closer look and she looks Asian, which Bridgette is not. I say, "Yeah, help me take of my shirt." She does but as the shirt lifts over my head it blocks out my vision and the dream ends abruptly.

Kiting Sleep
0830: D. For about 30 minutes, I'm drifting in and out of sleep, false awakenings, wake, and hallucinations. Here's a bunch of fragments, I'm not sure which was which. I'm calling this "kiting" for lack of a known term. Some fragments were lucid, so I'm counting this as one lucid dream.

Watching two people play chess. The person playing white is making illegal moves but no one else notices and I don't say anything.

FA in my own bedroom. I hear music coming from my computer. It's not supposed to be on. I recognize the artist is Jimmy Eat World.

Riding in a car with my father driving. It's his old pickup truck. We are exiting a covered parking lot. Maybe a sports stadium. He's arguing something. I say this is a dream and I'm just going to fly away to avoid him. I try to jump through the roof of the car but fail.

I'm at a store paying for something. I pull out a black Visa card. Supposedly it's a "Visa HILL" card and it's very hard to get so I must be a VIP customer. The cashier is impressed.

My underwear is on backwards.

Sisyphus in Wonderland, Dream Guide?!
0930 A! This was an incredibly weird and memorable lucid dream. It's much more fantasy and strangeness then my average dreams.

FA. I'm in a bedroom. It's mostly dark. The room is arranged a bit like my real room. But there is a TV mounted on the far wall where there shouldn't be. I become lucid early on but my control is poor at the beginning. My father is in the room and we're arguing again. I'm so sick of this recurring theme with my father. I'm aware in the dream that I've already been through this on same night. I tune him out and think what I want to do now that I'm lucid and have some control.

I get outside somehow. It's night outside in a residential neighborhood. But the houses and trees are all cartoonish colors. The trees are purple and blue. The houses are crazy colors like yellow and red. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss or Alice in Wonderland. But since it's dark, the bright colors aren't as noticeable and it seems somewhat realistic. The street is dimly lit with street lamps and moonlight. I walk in the middle of the street to the corner of the block, still upset and without a plan. At the corner, there is a building that looks like a drive-thru fast-food restaurant. On top of the building is a big neon sign styled in black and white with a font like Corner Bakery. The sign reads "difficulty, inc." which I think is kinda funny.

My father is following me and we start fighting with our bare hands. I try to fly away but he can fly too. My flying sucks today. I can hover fine but I can only thrust by pushing off things for short distances. We're still wrestling in the air and through the neighborhood. After a minute or two I am fed up and just try to fly away. The dream starts to feel unstable. I land next to a brick building with vines growing on the walls. I feel the vines and brick to get some sensory stability. But I still wake up.

I try to DEILD. I'm imagining the same scene, trying to re-enter. I'm about to give up, but I hear my father's voice describing the scene. He says things like "brick wall, restaurant down the street, grassy lawn" and this helps me get back into the scene. As soon as I'm back, I'm fighting with him again. But now I'm just walking away, trying to ignore him. When he gets close, I push him a way and continue walking. I don't want to waste any more of my lucid dream on him so I start spinning to teleport away. I try so hard that I wake up and turn my physical neck. At least I think I was awake. I'm in my bed and stop moving my head.

I try to DEILD again. Again, about 20 seconds pass and I'm about to give up. I'm about to switch to recalling earlier parts of the dream for my journal. But I suddenly feel like I'm going through a tunnel. I'm back in the dream. The edges of the tunnel turn into leaves and I find myself hiding in a bush peeking out through a hole in the leaves. It seems like time is going really fast around me for a few seconds. The tree leaves are rustling and street lamps are twinkling really fast like time-lapse photography. Things slow down to normal. I'm in the same dark cartoonish neighborhood but a different area. I'm in the middle of the quiet street. My father is gone and I'm in the deep in middle of the block where there are just houses, no restaurants or retail buildings.

Phew. Ok. Now, what to do? I start walking down the middle of the street, looking at the crazy colored trees and gingerbread houses. I see an old lady outside. I walk toward her but she enters her front door. I think of Mother Goose. I keep walking and start to see the end of the block in the distance. I see a paint store far off across the intersection that advertises two kinds of paint: "DRIED" and "WET". I think that's pretty funny and congratulate my subconscious for the joke.

Then a short goat-man jumps out at me from the shadow of the trees to my right. I'm startled but he quickly seems friendly. He's about 4 feet tall with goat legs and yellowish-brown fur. I guess he must be Pan from Greek mythology. He asks me what I'm doing. I remember my plan, I'm going to practice teleporting by spinning or opening doors. He says, "Cool! I'll try too!" And he starts spinning like a playful child. I start spinning as fast as I can. The world becomes a blur and unrecognizable. I slow down my I'm still in the same place in the same scene. Hmm, didn't work.

Another character approaches Pan and me. I don't get a good look at him, but I sense he is friendly and familiar. He says, "There's a portal in the boat" and points toward the nearest house. Later, recalling the dream, I think that maybe this character might have been my Dream Guide! I still don't recall what he looked like. Somehow though, I was left with three separate vague impressions: A man-size yellow dinosaur (think Barney), Homestar Runner, and Ronald McDonald. I lead the way as the three of us walk up to the house he pointed out. It's yellow with red trim. It looks like a life-size gingerbread house or a cartoonish McDonald's. The front door is only about 3 feet high and I get a strong Alice in Wonderland feeling.

I'm puzzled. This is a house, not a boat. There's a lunchbox next to the front door. I bend over to look at it. "Is this what I'm looking for?" No, I sense my DG gesturing into the house. I look in a window where I can see through to the backyard. I stoop down and we all walk through the small house to the backyard. In the middle of a small patch of grass, there's an inflatable kiddie pool with a plastic toy boat floating. Okay, this must be the boat but where's the portal and how I am supposed to get in such a small boat? DG says exactly what I'm thinking: "Shrink down to size." Okay, never done that before. I bend over to get a closer look at the boat and see a USB port on it with some text printed under it. I squint to read the words. My alarm goes off and wakes me up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT – Wake up

Doing late hours
On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. It’s on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. It’s 1 am and we stayed behind for him to finish some work. I then go to the entrance and meet this lady behind a desk. I ask her if she’s also working late and she tells me she is the security guard and is waiting for us to leave so she can also go home to her family. She is on her mobile talking to her kids and I feel so guilty. I go back tell my boyfriend who doesn’t believe me needs to go out there and check for himself. We then try to rush up to leave and find out that more people were also still working late and also weren’t aware they were keeping this lady stuck there.

Meetings at university
I’m with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. There’s an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. It’s being held by some scaffolds but clearly falling apart. My mom wants to go closer and take pictures but I hear it squeaking and I swear I saw it moving a few centimetres. Some people who are sitting on some terrace tables confirm it looks like it’s going down soon.
I then have to head to a meeting I’ve organised. I booked a room on this building somewhere. I try to gather people for the meeting that I encounter along the way, but still only a few come after me. I go up some stone staircase – the whole place looks very institutional – and I meet a lady with her geeky daughter. They are nervous because she is heading for an interview for an internship on the administration office. I wish her good luck but have mixed feelings. My father is always trying to convince me that a job like that is what I should aim for, because of the stability, so I kinda feel jealous of her. On the other hand I have a much more interesting life and feel luckier.
The meeting room is circular, with a glass dome and sculptures all around, very imperial style. Only 3 people came to the meeting and soon the conversation degenerates and we don’t do any work at all. Some scene of ego fighting and bad mood from some of the participants. I call it a day and we go downstairs. We enter a cafeteria and by my right side I see this amazing garden which I want to visit. There’s a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, there’s a small zoo for the visitors. I don’t like zoos but I need to see that strange and different construction. But my friend Rita is now present and tells me I can go there later, but now need to join some group around a table. One of them is a guy from my school, a former bully and I wonder what he is doing there, maybe a friend of a friend. Then I also see Lasma, a girl I met last month. When I look at her I have a vision about her. She is in the woods. The trees are naked, it’s a freezing cold and a dim light - some northern country, maybe her home country. She is involved on some whistleblower activity, denouncing some crime that is being perpetrated away from public eyes. She meets some monks living in the woods and then I hear shots. They are running for cover. She is so brave going there alone to get this story out.

5:30 GMT

Plant Nymph
I am in a room on some big public building, like a gallery. It’s totally empty and a bit old, with the stucco on the wall falling in some places. My dad and my boyfriend are also with me. Then on a corner I notice this bizarre green sculpture that looks like an animal with no head. As I come closer it transforms into a beautiful green woman. She has one hand rooted inside the wall and she looks a bit pale (pale green). She looks so unhappy. I ask her why and she says someone planted her inside disregarding her feelings and needs. She says the ones of her kind grow outdoors and in groups. They need sun and each other’s company and she lacks both, so she lives in hell. And because she is so deeply rooted there, if someone tries to get her out, she will die. I bring my dad and my boyfriend to meet her and they get really saddened by her story but they offer her some money and I wonder if they understand that money isn’t going to make anything for her. She needs to be transplanted and that is not a matter of money but of skills and will.

Working group and advocacy for the nymph
I am in some classroom where all the tables are occupied. I’m sitting on the right side of a table I’m sharing with my boyfriend. Under the table on my feet are some bags I own. I just arrived, late. We are deciding as a group on topics for a later meeting. I am asked if I want to be included in the agenda and to make a presentation. I say I really don’t want to but if they insist I can make a short report of some other meeting I took part in.
Then they put me in charge of a working group that gathers on a tiny room with view over a garden. We are 4 or 5 people and everybody looks uninterested and disconnected. I sense it’s gonna be a disastrous working group, unless we go out and sit on the grass..
Then back on the classroom I use the opportunity to tell everybody about the nymph I had met before and about her situation. There are a few journalists in the room (or activists who would write something about the case to spread the word) and they are interested in knowing more. One of them is a bit ignorant and is writing on his notes that she is a bit sick and pale because she is vegetarian and I correct him by saying “Moron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!“

6:30 GMT

Muslim neighbourhood
I’m crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because I’m wearing a short top and showing my belly. I pull it down a little. Then I pass by a kiosk and I see comic books. I am totally amused when I spot magazines like Uncle Scrooge, but in a muslim version. For example Gyro’s Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I don’t mean to offend any muslim, but my mind keeps making up this crazy stuff.]
I also pass by a muslim girl, but she is totally normal and going about her life. I then reach a main road and I sit on a kind of giant ball with a seat, that I drive through mind control and I remember crossing over some railroad tracks.

Theatre première
I’m on a theatre foyer and some play is premièring on this exact day. There are tables with material to pick up and other for sale related to the play and the actors are hanging around in their characters skin, taking pictures and talking to journalists. The main role is played by a girl about my age and the story is about her trying to manage the family business in a world of men and in a time where women and especially of her age, where not considered fit for this job. Then I spot some posters for sale about some other show or event and I get closer to read and I take note of something I read there, but then I’m pushed and pulled by two ladies who really want to buy the posters and I lose track of what I was doing.

Sex and the city
Later I am on a coffee table and on the table next to me are the girls from Sex and the City, making arrangements for something. They seem excited about it. I then accompany Miranda (the red hair girl) to her apartment but just as an observer, she doesn’t really know I’m there. She is soaking on her bathtub and on the phone with her friends. They are all going to do something at the same time. She then gets a small device from a package and I more or less imagine what’s coming, but then I get totally surprised when she sticks it on her big toe of her right foot. She then starts feeling something, because she is clearly delighted. Apparently her friends are doing the same on their houses. Then they discuss results and decide it is quite good although not at the level of an orgasm.

7:30 GMT

Baby falls down the window
On some room full of kids and a few adults taking care of them. I am just passing by to take some little girl with me to play and I meet Marco Polo there. We sit on some table to talk a little bit. The girl also sits while she waits for me. As we talk we get really close, as the table is so small. I feel his legs touching mine under the table and I sense he is desperate for my affection. So I lean and touch his forehead with my forehead. He says he is no longer with his wife and enquires me about my situation with my boyfriend. I tell him the truth, that I am still with my boyfriend and despite the fact that I love him (always did) I don’t intend to leave my boyfriend for him, not now and not probably ever - at least not in this lifetime. For some reason he was hopeful of a different thing and he gets really gloomy. I get up to allow him to digest it and I go play with this little girl. I lift her up and put her on top of some shelf – she kinda shrinks to fit there. One of the other ladies scolds me, afraid she might fall and get hurt but I assure her I have it under control.
Then I see my cat over a bed near a window and a kid is playing with him. I trust but I say to watch out so the cat doesn’t climb to the open window and the kid actually thinks the opposite would be much more interesting and starts cornering the cat so he feels forced to go up to the window. He is laughing and saying he would love to see the cat flying down the window. I go nuts and go to the kid and kick him hard. He was a goofy 6 or 7 year old with glasses and I leave him contorting on the floor with pains. Immediately I feel so incredibly guilty and everybody runs to me in shock and to help the poor kid. This moment of distraction allowed a baby to climb up the bed and the window and only I notice this but it is already too late. When I scream to warn people about the baby he has already slipped and fell. I am horrified because I notice we are on a 3rd or 4th floor and I think the baby stands no chance of survival. I don’t even have the courage to go look and see the result. I am just crying like a mad and I ask everybody who is the mother. I feel I need to be the one telling it to the mother. But nobody knows.
I go out and look for his mother everywhere. I can’t find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me they’ve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. “What?” I wasn’t even in charge of looking after any kid, I was just passing by and got involved in some events that somehow led to it... Then I connect the dots and think this was all instant effect of bad karma for having kicked the other kid and is totally deserved that I get the blame, even if I know I am not really responsible and they are just trying to frame to get rid of trouble.
Then I arrive at this room where I see a lady surrounded by people comforting her and I assume she must be the one and that the news run faster than I thought. So I sit by their side and wait for an opportunity to tell her how terribly sorry I am. But they look at me surprised by my presence and ask me what I want. I say it’s about the baby and they say “Baby, what baby?”. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guy’s quest to preseve its seeds and for some reason this lady had suffered quite an emotional blow from seeing it (maybe it was her dead husband or something). Then 2 ladies who were sitting by my side ask me what happened, that they realise something bad happened out there but they don’t know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up.

08:45 GMT - Wake up

03.10.2010

Task of the month??? (Non-lucid)
03/10/10
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I saw many dreams again, but these are the ones i recalled when i woke up.
First dream:
I am sitting with some members of a forum in which i am a moderator. One of these members is a girl, who writes like 100 pointless a day, decreasing the quality of any conversation. :S So we were sitting there talking and at some point she took a really serious face and started apologising for the fact she overposts. I can't recall much more.

Second dream:
I am in a pretty futuristic building. I have a big futuristic screen (sth like 60' :p) in front of me and am chatting on facebook with my friend A. The conversation went like this:
A: Tashows i have to go! I 've got news to tell you tell you tell you!
Me: Talk you motherf***er! (just for fun :p)
Me: Where are you going?
A: P. has job about networks and he put me and T. in the team. (these words from this person make absolutely NO sense xD)
Me: What an idiot!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:55 GMT – Sleep

“Gay” friends
I’m with mom, coming out from her home, down the ramp to the main road. Once again I hope not to cross with this neighbour I had a crush for many years ago. Me and mom then drive to some city that looks like Brussels but a lot more colourful. We are looking for a place to eat but we have difficulty passing with the car to the area we want to go (because of traffic limitations) and then we spend a lot of time looking for parking. We just decide to go back home and cook something, because we’re already running out of time to go somewhere.
Later on I’m visiting this 2 friends. They are metrosexual guys in their 30’s who live together and everybody thinks are gay. I know they aren’t but they don’t seem to convince anyone else. One of them is on the phone with an old aunt and she is asking him if he still lives with his friend – hopeful that he might be finally living a straight life with a girl friend. He gets the innuendo in her voice and he replies a bit abruptly that yes he is living with his friend but they are not “living” together. He says he is tired of trying to explain but he no longer cares what they think but I don’t believe him. I sense he is still upset.

Friend from Iceland
With a group of friends in some kind of waiting room. One girl in the group who has family in Iceland was supposed to be going there but I hear on the news that there was another volcanic eruption and her village is in flames and many people are dead. She actually laughs at me when I go back to the room and tell her, but I tell her I’m not joking. She then gets upset and the others are comforting her..
Later I go down the corridor of this place (looks like an airport waiting room) and I enter a staff only area. I pass by some offices and I am aware I’ll be asked what I am doing there if someone sees me. So, logically I decide to sit on a sofa at the entrance of one of the far end offices, just on top of some stairs going down. There’s someone inside the office and I am nervous but decide to stay there. I see a table with magazines and maps and pick up something. Then some lady comes up the stairs and asks me if I such and such person who has an appointment now. She is psychologist. Apparently I wanted to pretend I was such person but I fail to keep the lie and she starts suspecting. I just look at what I have in my hand and it is a map of Ghent (in Belgium). I recognize the streets and the main area around the bigger canal and I decide to jump off this dream and land there.

British royalty
I enter the map and land in front of the canal. I feel amused, I’m slightly aware that I am dreaming and decide to jump on the water with a huge splash. I have some fun and then realise there’s some sort of gathering or parade on the city. The British royalty is present and I see Prince Charles on a carriage parading in front of people. But the most interesting is that I spot the Queen and the Queen-mother under disguise following him on foot through the middle of the public. I wonder why nobody else noticed that already and I also wonder what they are up to. Then the Queen-mother feels sick. In the middle of the crowd no one seems to notice, but Prince Charles knows and jumps off the carriage and goes pick her up. The public is still not aware of what’s going on but a bunch of body-guards come from all over the place to surround them. The prince takes his granny up on his arms to a van nearby and they run fast to avoid people starting grabbing and pushing when they realise who is walking among them.

5:30 GMT

Sleeping over and sharing room
I’m sleeping over at some guy’s house with a 2nd guy. The house owner is an older guy, foreign, tall with grey hair and the second guy is Manuel, shorter, with glasses and round face, whom I know – he is a politician.
For some reason I don’t grasp we’re sharing the same room and the 2 guys are on the same bed and left space for me to join them – nothing sexual intended, just sleeping. But still I feel extremely uncomfortable and just sit on the floor writing on my paper DJ. I turn my face to sneeze and I expel really disgusting green and brown goo that dirties the wall. Manuel woke up and sees it and feels disgusted, but his reaction is to pretend he is still sleeping and didn’t see anything. I try to clean it up with Kleenexes but it’s not working. Then the older guy wakes up and helps me out. He goes get a wet tissue and I am able to clean the mess. But either he is upset that I woke him up or also feeling disgusted, he goes to the living room and watches TV. It’s around 5 am and I tell him he should go back asleep but he doesn’t even reply. I realise we are talking in English but the guy speaks Portuguese and the other is also Portuguese, so I say “sorry for speaking in English but it just comes natural for me and the guy smiles and says it’s the same for him.”

7:00 GMT

Hot air balloon
With a group of youngsters, I look at the sky and see some strange clouds, in the shape of medusas. We think it’s a UFO and then one lands on the ground nearby and from inside it comes a second bunch of youngsters. They are totally excited, they come to us and say they’ve just had a ride on an hot air balloon and that we must go to.
The group I’m with gets totally convinced and decides to go. A tram arrives to take them to the balloon. They ask me if I wanna join. I first say no, that the experience of being up on the air is not new to me and I don’t see much the point. But they insist and I finally agree. I also enter the tram. As I enter the tram, the driver, an old gentleman with white moustache smiles at me and tells me the ticket costs 6 EUR. I sit by the side of a little girl who is more scared than excited and I tell her it will be ok. We arrive at the top of a hill but the balloon is on the ground, not yet filled with hot air and we feel disappointed.

Medical centre in home town
I’m inside a village medical centre. I’m near the desk, I think waiting for my turn. My mom is also there and we make shifts on the queue. She is telling everybody I have an appointment with Dr. Fernando Nobre – he is a doctor but I don’t think he practices anymore, he is the director of an international NGO and is currently running for the presidency, so I don’t really understand why I supposedly have an appointment with him. My attention is attracted to this lady on the desk, she is in her 60’s and she is speaking Russian and German to the patients who come talk to her. I feel impressed, because from my experience these ladies on the medical centre’s desk are usually quite ignorant and impolite. I see on the desk a basket of apples for people to take. I take one and I am surprised to find it is organic. I also see these posters on the wall announcing some organic fair or convention. Are they finally teaching people about real healthy options in life? I feel so surprised. As I wonder about these things I turn to my left and meet this hippie-ish couple. I think she is pregnant and we start talking about these “organic developments”. I then go outside to get some fresh air and I pass by all these people from my home town – girls from my school now with kids, fat and totally dull. I don’t want to judge people but they are totally judging me. They look at me from head to toes, with disapproving yet jealous looks. I then see my reflection on the glass wall – I am almost in my warrior me: short dark hair, dressed in black and red, so totally different from them, like worlds apart. I think how I cherish my adventurous life and couldn’t settle with a desk job 9 to 5 and marrying and having kids and living back in home town. I feel grateful but I am also aware this is ego cherishing and I should not feed it.

8:20 GMT – Wake up

03.10.2010

Death, Harvest my soul, fast! (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another not so awesome night. My mind is being flooded with my business stuff and I am only focused in waking stuff. I MILD one lucid and recalled two more dreams.

Third dream:

I told my self having only ONE pair of wings was not an option and I had to MILD the advanced task last night, not having a MILD was not an option. I woke up at 06:30 am and kept in a comfortable possition. I used the chest technique, affirmed I was going to turn lucid and visualize having my both pairs of wings.

I was in a big warehouse store. I had to buy some wood and glue to do something. The store was huge and it had everything I needed. I saw a fat pack of Scars of Mirrodin, so I was going to buy it as well. I walked to the register and requested the cashier a Pat Pack of Scars. The cashier, who was very rude told me, "We do not have that here." Suddenly, the store was a Blockbuster. I told her they did, but she replied they did not. I paid for my purchase and told her to hold them on.

I walked around the entire store looking for it and I could not find it. I recalled perfectly I saw it and I entered an odd room. I told to myself I had to be dreaming. This was odd and the store did not look nothing I knew. I looked at my left hand and it was OK, I looked at my right hand and it had six fingers.

I wanted to take off and fly to make my dream stable, as usual, however, I knew it was about time to wake up, so I wanted to do my task fast. I entered into a darker room. I knew the Death was going to be somewhere in there. I saw several huge racks and old boxes. Everything was super dusty. I saw four teenagers running around and one almost hitted me. I told him, "Do not dare to bother me! You will see moron!!!!"

I turned right and I saw more boxes. There was a dark figure with black robes and a scythe. The scythe was like evil, diabolic, made with bones. He was looking at me, but standing still. He was not threathening me. His body looked dry. I could see some bones and his face was a skull.







I started to walk and told the death telepathically to follow me. He did. The Death was under my command. I remembered those stupid teenagers and I was going to get them pwned by the Death. We started to walk to the room were such teenagers were bothering around. I suddenly had double conscious and I felt my cat walking around in my bed. The dream was not as stable. I did not want to risk so I asked the Death to kill me. I saw the Death approaching at me. He rose his scythe and slew me. It did not hurt but I saw my own body falling to the ground and my soul flying inside Death body's. I had time enough to realize I accomplished the advanced too and I woke up.

Missed dream signs:
- None.

Spotted dream signs:
- The odd store.

Reality Check performed:
- Hand check (failed. turned lucid)

Dream 1: In my backyard, I walk through a spider web that i didnt see before. I throw myself on the ground. What im really afraid of is the spider that comes with it. My mom tells me it aint there.

Dream 2: I need to do a math test right in front of a door. Outside, it is night and snowy. Some guys decide to go play in the snow and I join them. We throw snowballs with other people down a mountain. Then the teacher comes back and is very mad. She tells us our work should be finished by now. Something that had to do with a snail. I take my sheet and find (to my surprise) that the work IS done. I get the feeling it was not the first dream I had which included that equation.

Dream 3: My epic dream of the night. I am on the show The Amazing Race. We must do various things on famous landmarks. I remember the host mentionned Westminster Abbey, The CN Tower, Washington Monument and (more importantly) the Eiffel Tower. He tells us where to find the tower, but I dont listen since I figure my teammate knows. Once there, we must climb it while being attached to a rope. I take a test run in which I swing around, then start my ascension with Mathilde. Arrived at the end, monkey's are sitting on a rug which is on a little slope. I remember on Youtube a video where u wud pull on it and the monkey would freak out. I try it, and its hilarious. Also, Joe from Family Guy (in wheelchair) falls from very high and everyone is worried but hes just joking.

Dream 4: I play UNO with Mathilde in a living room. But then I get a weird orange card which says I need to take my top off. At first I think it will turn her on, but I kinda wish she would have picked it. I dont get the chance to play it though :S

I am due for school very soon. I suddenly realise that I have not done any of my homework so I dash over to my best friend's house (keeps recurring) to do it. Her house looks a little different from normal. Maybe because there are no inhabitants. They have gone on holiday. Anyway, her room looks very large, and with a rocky textured floor, but pure white. I frantically do my homework until I have finished it. I realise that I have precisely 10 minutes to get to school (I live a good 25 minutes walk away) and I ask my parents if they can drive me there. However, when I actually set off at a run, I forget. I approach my friends and ask "Am I late?" they say "No."
I walk into Spanish and see that my normal Spanish teacher is not there, but my DT teacher is substituting (if I had become lucid then, I could have completed an objective )
He asks me where my homework is. I give it to him.

This is another dream where I woke up and went back to sleep because of my laziness. I remember it quite clearly in comparison to some of my other dreams.

I went to a party with RzQU, the same chick from the Video Store dream. The party was full of my gay friend's friends even though my gay friend wasn't there himself. This was strange as in real life RzQU doesn't know any of these people and I have only met them twice, both times at parties though. The setting was a variation on one of the friends actual houses and I have actually had a dream in a similar location before, except I went outside through the sliding door and spent most of the dream there last time but it also another dream I remember quite clearly, especially since it happened months ago and I didn't write it down. The room that the party was mostly taking place in was quite small. It had couches all lined up behind each other facing a sliding door and behind them was a large table and the front door. It doesn't actually resemble the person's house a lot but I was certain it took place there, maybe because one of the parties I went to was at that person's house. That is all I remember seeing at the start of the dream but I moved around the house later.

I remember smoking weed (which I had done the night of the dream and the night of every other dream I've recorded on this site), the dissociation was stronger than it is in real life and the happy feeling was less strong but all the effects were only felt when it was convenient for the dream to make me feel them but they occurred throughout the dream. I wrote down that the rooms kept changing but right now I don't remember that happening even though the dream was only yesterday. I also wrote that my Dad for some reason made an appearance (just like the Video Store dream but less important to the plot) but I can't remember what he was doing, for some reason I felt like I was disappointing him, maybe with the following behaviour. I remember the people were really flirty (as the LGBT community are) and I flirted back a lot, with both guys and girls, I didn't care. Soon after that started I found a quite attractive and funny girl and she sat me up on the big table and with her hand started.. Yeeeah... She didn't actually go very far but it felt good. It should be noted that I wanted to get into the girl I came with but she didn't seem interested at all. Anyway, the girl didn't finish me and so I decided to go and.... Do it myself, you know and there were apparently showers somewhere. This seems much more rude as I type it out than it did at the time but I'm a teenage boy so what do you expect? The whole time this was going on nobody even looked at us, it was strange, they just carried on doing what they were doing.

Before leaving for the showers I remember yelling and asking if there was any alcohol I could have but apparently there wasn't. The people mostly ignored me except for RzQU and so I headed towards the shower but ended up in the toilet with a towel for some reason. I can't remember if I ended up showering or not. The 'shower' room was huge and made of stone and wood, there were about 6 showers/toilets in a row with large wooden doors. I didn't find this strange at all and so didn't do a reality check, says something about my awareness. I got in and don't remember much (I did ...finish the job for you sick people) and when I got out I remember seeing a threesome take place right in front of me, two chicks and a dude. I can't really remember what happened then but my dream changed.

I'm not sure if this was the same dream but there is at least a little bit of continuity. I found myself with my parents, little sister and RzQU in the lounge at home. It was late at night and everyone else was talking about something but I was feeling pretty out of it (presumably from the weed I smoked earlier in the dream). I was feeling uncomfortable with the conversation or something and looked outside to see 3 or 4 (I only remember 2 of them but there were more) guys I sort of know get kicked out of a taxi. One, Andrew, was extremely drunk and polite and started walking off, he looked like he was about to throw up. Another, Tyler, flew into a rage and ended up getting into a fight. The weird part was the fight wasn't with the taxi driver or one of his friends, it was with himself. But not himself as in Fight Club, it was something like a clone of him. I am shocked I didn't do a reality check or anything here. Tyler being arrested is the last thing I remember before being woken up.

October 2, 2010

Asleep somewhere between 3:30-4:00am

Waterpark
I vaguely recall visiting this waterpark by myself, earlier in the dream, but the solid recollection starts with mum and I visiting together. Earlier, I remember being able to just walk into the change rooms, but it was busy today. We lined up, and it was mum's turn to go in.... the one that was free had a large gap between the end of the door and the wall. Mum was uncomfortable with this, but I told her to hurry up, there's a line up. She slid the lock mechanism across to secure the door... it was surprisingly quite long.

Gloomy school
I saw Mike outside, and he wanted to hang out. I told him I have class right now. He mentioned he does too, but he's out at 4:30. I'm out at 5:00 if he doesn't mind waiting. We agree to meet after school. I decided to take a short cut entrance to get to my classes, since I was late.

The school was very dark and gloomy. It was gothic in structure and colouring. To get to this door I wanted to use, I had to creep along the second floor edging of the building. I reached the door and noticed it was small-ish. Undeterred, I opened it to find another door. This went on for about 3 more doors. When it finally opened, it was no bigger than a mail slot. Only paper can fit through here, how am I supposed to!

I remember going back across the edging to use a proper door, but the dream faded at this point.

Field fragment
I'm running through a field and I notice many different colours of spiders sitting on the grass. I hope they don't jump on me as I continue running.

WBTB at 11:00am-ish. Natural wake up. Hadn't meant to do one, though, so, it was really just a washroom trip, but I thought about the previous dreams, and that I should've noticed the mail slot door and the changing room door as dream signs. Back to bed, I decided to use the first couple of WILDing steps to put me out. When I started feeling that heavy SP feeling, I rolled over and thought "This is a dream" as I passed out.

Cute pet! - Lucid - 3/5
I had this pet cat that kept bumping me on the nose to wake me up. But, instead of getting up, I cuddled with it and went back to sleep. I remember being in a group of people, and talking with mu, but this part is kind of fuzzy. But during this point I had gradually become lucid. I left the group with mu and I wanted to show him the gloomy school from a previous dream, cos I bet it'd be haunted. We flew to what looked like the scene from my previous dream, but the school was just a hill-mound.

"That doesn't look quite right," I told mu. "It should be here, it was dark."

I tried to see the building in my mind's eye, and the hill started to morph into the school. It still didn't really work, and I gave up. I decided to teleport to somewhere else by closing my eyes and snapping my fingers, but I don't recommend doing this without a destination in mind. The dream "ended."

False awakening. My nose got bumped by my non-existent cat, again. I remembered this happening before, and decided to RC (nose pinch) I could breathe! Remembering that getting out of bed tends to wake me up (remembered this conversation from chat last night), I decided to teleport out of my bed, instead ( I wasn't supposed to teleport, I was supposed to WILD!). I closed my eyes and snapped my fingers again (again, no destination). Oops... I could still feel myself floating, half in the dream, half awake. I tried to imagine myself floating outside my window, which kind of worked, but then Jack woke up, which caused me to wake up.

The Truck
I'm outside, talking with some DC friends, in a field. There's a bike path running through the field, and farther off in the distance are cars. But I still let Buttons, my dog, off her leash, because she was good at coming back when called (IRL, she never was, lol). Buttons was across the path, visiting with a group of people there, when this massive truck swerved onto the bike path, and barreled straight at me. It then changed direction, and was heading for my dog. Paralyzed, I couldn't move. But it swerved again, missing Buttons by inches and drove off. I picked up my dog and held her close as the dream ended.

Something about mining gold and not having to crush it up (probably from Rammstein's 'Sonne' Music video)

Recall getting worse.