non-lucid

In the morning I'm in bed, I can't recall if this was lucid or not but I was in control, and I started thinking about physical contact. Much to my surprise, this thinking lead to the feeling of arms wrapped around my stomach and holding me tight. This freaked me out a bit because I don't like unwarranted touching, so after some struggle I kicked the invisible hands away and went down stairs as fast as possible. I didn't expect whatever it was to follow, but I also didn't want to chance more unwanted hugs. Downstairs my family was there and for whatever reason, my mother had a bunch of sexual toys in her arms. I tried to get outside but sadly she forced a pink, vibrator I think into my hands. I wasn't to keen on it and tried to get rid of it, that happened easily as someone tackled me and it fell out of my hands. It was a guy, tall and obviously not my age but young. As nice as it was to have men falling for me, it wasn't nice to have them falling into me and with obvious reason. After he started kissing my neck, images of a movie character I like smiling down at me showed in my head almost blocking my view of his face, I made every effort to shove him off and it worked. But then I had to run because he chased me, I went into the house thinking someone might help but he was in there as well. Leaning back in a chair we don't own in the living room, he pulled me over and I half sat in his lap and half spilled over his right shoulder trying to get away. I think I didn't try so hard because it was nice being held but also not in this way and at this moment. I also think when I got out of his arm.hold that he let me go, because I think he could have held on longer. I ran away from the house and in a more overhead camera view, I saw myself running and him in the front yard looking at me go. I could hear him say he was going to get me back, he said it to a friend and even though I wasn't there I heard it clearly but in a whisper.

The dream started out at nighttime in my old home's living room, the area seemed a bit different but I can't remember how. I was talking to my older brother, about nothing I can remember, when suddenly there was this rattle at the window and loud screeching. Kind of how I imagine a banshee's screech along with a bat squeak would sound like. The thing looked like the child of a bat/mantis/leaf hybrid with green and yellow colours to keep the leaf effect. It kept trying to fly through the widow screen and looking at me as it continued it's manic sounds. I of course backed away from the window (I do remember now why it seemed strange, the window was the door window to the other part of the house we had added on.) I was frightened and thought it was going to come through and harm me, my brother however rushed out of the room to the side door to go fetch it. (Meaning he assumed it was outside, however with the setup of the house it was just in the other room and he never entered the outside door to the room or we would have seen and heard that.) In a little while later he came back with the thing sandwiched between some bread? and held it closer to me, but I backed off and said I didn't want it's head that close because it's mouth was open and showed it's many teeth. It looked more like a bat-dragon in the head shape. My brother showed us how it wrapped itself up in a shiney silver looking cape, it must have been curled up inside because the shape was like a circle. The back of the cape also had a grey symbol on it, a V with a line going across from each side to make it look like an upside down A. Then from the bottom point of the V upward was a line. That's all I really remember, but everyone was fascinated with it. I remember thinking it must be a bat type, but also thinking why my brother captured it in his hands.

Key:
Side Notes (Can be in Parenthesis)
Title
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Lucid

Mental

I was in a mental hospital, my Mother was there. I walked away from her and the lady who was typing what meds I take.
I was walking back thinking what that other med was...A lady walked by me and says "Ranitidine"
I get by the computer and I am about to say it but the computer person did it already.
I don't trust this place, I feel like they kill the patients.
They take all the patients somewhere and one woman told me "You can go on the computer."

Firelane

It was raining, a girl with black hair was walking on the Firelane at school, no one in sight.

Crime and Punishment

There was a road block, passed by the school football field it had it's big lights on covering the field.
It was around 10:30 PM. I was now at the school in the lobby (the lobby looks like the middle school's lobby).
I told the cop two people here are criminals, I point at Kasie but can't find the other one.
Everyone gets mad and the cops says "You're in big trouble, that's a felon."
Another Part of the Dream:
A football player told someone "Our games usually end at 10 PM"

Accidental Murder

I was at a Walking Dead BB Gun tourney. There was a woman sitting on a chair, sweating, she was Mexican.
(The room I was in looked like something from Splash from Black Ops 3 Multiplayer)
I shot her in the face with my BB, which you're supposed to do, but I noticed she was bleeding and blood was coming
out of her mouth.
Later at home, I realized I just killed someone for the first time.

Season 7 and 8

I watched the Walking Dead S7 E1-E4 to catch up for Season 8, One Episode 4 there was a big chocolate factory.
I thought 'I gotta invest in a Chocolate Factory' it would be good for a Zombie Apocalypse. Someone also spoiled
who dies in the season and I scrolled up fast, I don't like getting spoiled.
I looked up Season 8 on Youtube and saw a Video Titled "The Walking Dead Season 8 Comic Con Trailer"
The thumbnail showed Negan with lots of shaving cream or something on his face.
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I had a good amount of Dreams today, I'm on a Streak! I like writing/typing down my dreams, to be honest I don't like dreams like these but at least I got more content for the Story I'm making. People are already setting off their Fireworks, hopefully it won't be like that during the night when people are trying to sleep.
July 3rd, 2017

All I can remember of my dream was that at some point we had a hamster that can flatten and expand itself.

Key:
Side Notes
Title
Dream
Lucid

Time Travel School Dream

I got sent back in time in my 6/7 year old body, I was in 1st Grade again.
My first thought was 'I have to do all 12 years of school again?'
In the classroom we went over basic stuff like ABC's and Adding/Subtracting
It was lunch time so we had to go to lunch, I remember talking to the teacher who said "Kiba (from Naruto
somehow he's a classmate) has OCD, so we can't do Ice Cream today."
I walked to lunch from the main office direction, I saw Cameron (who wasn't even at my elementry school) and
I had to try and become friends with him again, if I'm not careful everything in my life can change for the better
or worse.
I sat on a table and I saw Kiba with his Spider: Akamaru and the Spider was eating his Orange. Akamaru ate the
Orange from the inside out.
We were in Music Class, I remember thinking I'm weak and Fragile, I also felt Nostalga for being back at the
Elementry School.
Other Part of the Dream(?) or maybe a Fragment
I saw a school bus, it was way bigger than me, it was full of kids.
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Going back in time to fix your mistakes sounds good but, it could create more problems and could change other important things in your life. It would also be awkward to be a kid again, also I'm almost done with school and would not want to do those 11 Years again. I'm going to start and type my Dreams up earlier than before bed because: I heard while you sleep your brain thinks of what you did during the day and I could end up getting a Lucid Dream early during REM sleep.
July 2nd, 2017

It's been too long since I've updated this. Hoping to get a bit more on track this summer.

Dream 1: I remember being really itchy during this dream, and I found that the reason why I was itchy was because a spider was crawling on me. ._____. The creepy thing was that I woke up and was still itching. Thankfully, no spiders to be seen. xD

Dream 2: This one was kinda cool. I was walking around with a bunch of my friends from school, on campus, including a TA from Film which I took a few semesters ago. One of the guys there asked me how my slipping was going, and I was really confused until we stepped off of the path. I then saw all the ICE that was all over campus, even though it was sunny and summer. The ice was pretty dirty and gross, and some of it was transparent-ish so that you could see some of the grass underneath. In order to walk on it, I tried flying, but I could only fly for short bursts at a time for some reason. Then, I had to land again, and there was the risk of slipping upon landing. So I settled for this awkward hop-slide method, where I alternated short flying and sliding on my butt. We were heading towards a large tree for some reason, at the edge of a field (said tree does not exist IRL).

Then there were these ducks we slid by, and they were all dead. o_o My campus has a lot of ducks, but they are usually, you know, not dead. One of them was cut open, and instead of blood and guts, it was filled with black beads. Weird stuff.

I was very close to being lucid, considering that I knew that I could fly, but I did not consciously recognize that I was in a dream.

Finally, a vivid dream againxD and it was pretty long I thinkxD I had it two nights ago, so I can't explain everything in detail now, but I somehow know how...here I go!

I was on my way to school I think..or at least, a place where there were lots of people.
On this day, I was almost late, so I was in a hurry. I went on my bike.

Than I was with friends somehwere in the dream, and arrived on the place where I had to be. It was on a car road and there was this small guy (an anime character from an anime I really like..) called Otani, who was really teasing me hard.

I was so irritated and mad that I ripped out his heart out of his chest. That was so weird..Why did I do that? It felt really realistic as well..I throwed it away, and the guy (I usually like in the anime) was slowly dying. I had regret on taking his heart, so I wanted to safe him. Than there appeared this guy I now Always see in my thought during the day, who helped me to tell me how to safe him. He was super calm and kind to me, even though I did something that terrible..Anyway,

The heart was on the car road, and there were riding lots of cars. It was to be lucky to not let it be crushed by a car..When the heart was on safe zone because of the wind, it moved away from the cars, I could pick it up.

Than the kind guy explained to me to try to attach the heart to the blood vessels inside of him. I saw the hole where I ripped out his heart, I tried to put it in again. Explained to me, if I do it correctly, the heart would attach itself to the blood vessels. The heart was weird enough yellow, lol.

I did it correctly, and the Otani guy lived again. I was relieved, and the guy who helped me was proud of me, still as calm and misterious as ever. I sticked with him more since I really liked him somehow. He let me fell good and happyxD
The Otani guy also stayed with me and the guy and began to tease and pick on me again.. That was really stupid..but I couldn't get mad again, since I would rip out his heart again if I did. I tried to ignore him.

The unknown guy tried to get Otani's attention by giving him a gift to get him to not tease me again like that. I was really happy with that. I saw at that moment that the unknown guy had unknown money that was rather pretty. He told me it was money from other countries to where he had travelled. I was hypnotized by the money by it's prettiness. He saw how cool and awesome I thought it was and gave me some of it with the number ''8'' on it. Really, only with the 8 on it. I wondered what that meant..but anyway, I really was happy by the gift, I really felt happiness>.< I maybe have a little crush on him lololol.
He was happy that I was happy and had this really beautiful smile on his face. (wait a minute...Why did I not notice that this was a dream? I mean, money with number 8 on it doesn't exist...lol)

Than the scenery changed to it of a classroom. I sat on a chair and I was injured, the unknown guy was nowhere to be found this time. but I had my Lucky charms were enough for me for now, but anyway, I couldn't do much and Otani had to solve the problems on the chalk board for me. He totally didn't want to do that for me and throwed the chalk to my face.

Me and the teacher went mad and ran after him through the hallway of the school. It looked kinds funny on this part, but I woke up because of my mom at this point..I wish I could continue this dreamXD hahaha.

Well, what my question is...Who was the unknown guy? before this dream, he would appear suddenly in my mind, not smiling, but really calm and misterious. I don't know his name or anything about him, but he gives me this warm and happy feeling when I see him. I also can't erase him from my mind, he keeps coming. I never thought of a guy, he is just there and I wanna know more about himT_T I know his figure by his black hair (and an asian look lol, but yeah) and a striped sweater. (HE'S SUPER CUTE)
But yeah, he now appears in every dream of mine in another settingxD

Next dream entry is about a LD I had last time^_^ I hope you enjoy them!
Yukita

Morning of July 2, 2017. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now are apparently living in the Cubitis house. However, my entire dream takes place outside, mostly in the backyard, though there is an additional feature of the north side of my middle school incorrectly rendered as the north side of the house, another unique composite of which my dream self does not question. (No two settings in my dreams, even in tens of thousands, are ever the same.) The time, which remains consistent, seems to be late morning.

I notice a wooden shipping crate in the backyard, close to the middle of the house (east side). I am puzzled over when it arrived and wonder who it belongs to as I consider it might have been left by mistake. I notice a small engraved circle on the side facing east.

I lift the crate up (and it seems to have no bottom) and notice the feet of at least two chickens. There are also other animals, though I do not learn what they are. Two tiny chicks, not much bigger than my thumb, are walking about at one point. There is feed already on the ground, but I also find a bag with supposed feed to give them. The “feed” is very small, seemingly small white triangular pebbles, some flatter than others, though still too big for them to eat. I find smaller feed and let it fall from between my fingers and they eat some of it. Throughout my dream, I am mostly in somewhat of a squatting position or on my knees.

There is also a miniature monkey. He is only about the size of a marmoset. He wears a bellhop cap. After looking about later, I see, off to my right, that he had been suffocated or crushed by pillows and large cushions that somehow had been placed or thrown over him (though I do not question why pillows would be outside on the ground). It is a sad realization, as I know our children might have liked him as a pet. He is on his back and his small body is stiff. I pick him up but there are no signs of life.

In the final scene, I am near what looks like the north side of the middle school that I attended many years ago, though it is still meant to be the north side yard of the Cubitis house, though as mentioned in the first paragraph, my dream self does not question this or reflect upon it at all (despite its much larger area than the house and yard). As I walk along easterly to the backyard again after talking to a couple members of my family, I strongly believe that I can will the monkey back to life. I am not lucid but I still have an idea in my mind that I can do this via thought alone. I focus and direct my thoughts. Very slowly, he comes back to life and seems fully alive and normal. I throw very small breadcrumbs on the ground and watch him eat.

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Key:
Side Notes
Title
Dream
Lucid

Field Trip to Canada

Me and my Classmates went on a Field Trip to Canada.
At this place we were staying I remember seeing this bed, that apparently stimulates Lucid Dreaming.
I laid on it and I thought 'It's not comfy.' It felt like a waterbed like you were sinking into it.
I went into the bathroom and I turned on the Television and there was a Canadian bootleg of Tom and Jerry on.
We had to leave to go back to Minnesota. I saw the Television and it was Canada news and I was surprised that I was in
Canada, I thought I went somewhere else.
Students grabbed their backpacks and I couldn't find mine and I started to worry.

Some other parts of the dream

• There was this house in the middle of a forest, I remember being inside it.
• I was at the house (again) in the middle of a forest, the house was finished. I showed an Adult my room "Little kids helped me finish this."
• I was walking down the Canadian School, I talked to some guy.

Fragment(s)

I had a Dream at my house but can't remember it fully.
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Couldn't remember dreams from yesterday. Today, I went to the Mall of America, it was pretty fun. Maybe, I'll get some interesting dreams tonight.
July 1st, 2017

07.01.2017
10:00 AM

Robbing a Bank (Non-Lucid)

With out really considering how I got into the situation in the first place, I am at a bank with my friend Kyle with the intention of robbing it. We are wearing suits and carry bags that contain guns and will later contain the money while we get away. Kyle apparently has been planning this for a long time and we are waiting until all the employees are in the right place. We put on masks and take a worker hostage so she can take us to the vault. No one has sounded the alarm or realized we are robbing them yet. We get in, get a block of money worth $1 miillion and stuff it in our bags. After that all we have to do is get out. Only as we are leaving does the alarm sound. We steal someones car as a get away vehicle and then several miles away steal another to get them off our tail.

This is where I start to wonder how I got into this situation. lol I am happy atleast to have gotten out safely but now I am a criminal! We go to our hide out which is in a basement under an abandon bar. Now we start planning how we will escape capture since it appears they know who we are on the news. I call my girlfriend and tell her whats going on and that we need to come up with a plan. lol

I woke up here and should have written down the dream because I would had remembered a lot more details. After going back to sleep I sort of picked up where the dream left off but can't remmeber what happened.

The dream started with being at work...again. But! This time, it went beyond work, and what happened after work was much more interesting.

I've just gotten off of work, and pick up Owl and a couple other friends to go to the Pride festival (I was talking with a friend about this yesterday, so it makes sense how this showed up in my dream). We have a great time, and I wander off...

And end up in a strange place with a series of staircases. The staircases are going up and down, full of people. I think they are waiting for a bathroom. I ignore these staircases and go outside.

Outside is a more Western-style scene, with log cabins and the like. I'm waiting on someone to come out of this building when a man approaches, flirting with me. He says something extremely rude and I knock him to the ground, impaling him with an umbrella I suddenly have. The person I'm waiting on finally comes outside, a shocked, but mildly impressed, expression on her face.

Then I don't remember if this is a different dream or if the same dream just changed again, but somehow, I die. I'm shot and I exit my body, I am formless, I am free. It feels so nice, I am at peace.

I'm in the same spot, still, it's just that no one can see my formless self. Someone starts speaking with me about this afterlife, but I cannot see them either.

After a time, I look for someone in particular. I find my grandmother (she passed away last February. Also, I still can't see her, but it's her voice and I sense her presence) and she's really happy to hear from me. She seems to understand I'm not actually dead (something I didn't understand while in the dream) and we have along conversation. I ask her what her afterlife has been like. She says she's the most relaxed and at peace she has ever been in her life. She says she's traveled everywhere, residing at lakes and other bodies of water as much as she can. She asks me how my family is doing, and that she misses us, and she loves us.

That's when I wake up.

Morning of June 30, 2017. Friday.



I enter a prolonged dream state and remain mostly in instinctual dreaming depending on the situation. The same characters are consistent throughout for the most part. In normal lucidity, a dream can be taken full control of and vivified with the current conscious self identity. Creation and control is also predominant in instinctual dreaming, except there is no association with dreams or knowing or remembering what a dream even is and there is usually no current conscious self identity present. The nature of non-lucid dream control varies from faithful pretense in scenarios to passive expectation in how the dream is rendered and changed.

In the beginning, I am with a group of unknown males, mostly in their thirties. We are trying not to be discovered by another group of males. At one point, we go into a small ramshackle building that seems like a barn (play on Barnum?) with missing external walls on at least one side. There are at least four rooms, but the layout is much like oversized public bathroom stalls. I go into one to attempt to stay out of sight and others go into other rooms. There are small piles of old wooden planks and gaps in some of the walls. Eventually, the other group knows where I am.

The leader of the other group reminds me of P. T. Barnum. He discovers that I have telekinetic ability and wants me to work for him. This happens after several attempts to kill me. In one scene, an unknown male dressed in a ballet outfit shoots an arrow at me from about twelve feet away. I mentally cause the arrow to turn in flight and it goes back to him, hitting him in the chest, though I am not sure if he is fatally wounded. If I do not work for the leader of these men, he will continue to hunt me even though, over time, I defeat most of his team.

Prior to the last scene, when it seems to be late morning, he tells me that he could really use me and seems friendlier. It seems he has no men left on his team. Curiously, it turns out that he wants me to clean the entire planet, rid the world of pollution and make it neater and more in order. He sits at a picnic table. My answer is still “no”, but I play around with my telekinetic abilities through various scenes. In one, I make scraps of paper on the top of a picnic table hover and come together in one pile. I see disordered towels, which belong to him. I cause the towels to become neatly folded on the picnic table’s top. He seems very passive at this point.

As he watches me, I look out at the ocean. I see at least two sailboats and tell him to watch what I am going to do. I cause one to rise in the air as a man falls out into the water. The sailboat, while hovering above the water, bumps the other one, causing it to tip, though no one seems hurt. From here, my dream fades.

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The sailboat coming up out of the water (“rising from sleep / water”; the sails relating to bed sheets as a continuation of the folding towels association in making a bed after waking) is yet another version of waking symbolism involving water lowering or not being present where it would be expected (and water itself is dream state induction and symbolizes the essence of sleep). The last event is also akin to a flight symbol, a very common, over one in five of my dreams, precursor related to subliminal anticipation of a hypnopompic “fall” upon waking, including airplanes, birds, UFOs, the dream self falling, rising, or flying, and many other common forms. Still, many people seem to believe in certain forms of “dream interpretation” as a consequence of the Barnum effect.

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Barnum is a great personification of the preconscious and the emergent consciousness transmutation in the last scene. This likely comes from having to endure a few fake “dream interpretations” (though only recently on sites I do not post on as much as the main dream journal site and tumblr) even after explaining that I have no interest in second-hand “interpretation” from people who have no understanding of basic dream types or know anything at all about my life to this point (which makes second-hand “interpretation” even more ridiculous and offensive to an experienced dream journalist), me already explaining dynamics of my dreams at least in part, the “interpreter” (often of whom shows no sign of consistently remembering their own dreams) pretending negative context where none exists (though revealing their own life and mentality rather than mine of course - which is in fact what second-hand “interpretation” actually is, not a viable statement for the dreamer regardless of their typical politeness and willing submission to the Barnum syndrome).

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Stopping the arrow in flight and sending it back was a curious way to stop the waking mechanism without lucidly knowing this as my dream self. If it had reached me, it would have triggered the typical hypnopompic jolt (such as my lower back spasm sometimes triggered by the bird beak symbol or other flight-related symbols). However, this mechanism sometimes does not complete when certain levels of awareness are focused on it, though I still consider it a “chicken or egg” puzzle as to the causal factor.

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Okay, I am literally typing this out in the middle of the night because this might just be the coolest dream I've had yet. No, I wasn't lucid, but not all cool dreams need to be lucids as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, here's the boring stuff.


Fell asleep at: 10-11:00ish


Woke up at: 2:30 AM


I was in my home when suddenly I find it: The TARDIS. I inspect the humble machine, and having not watched the show (I know what the TARDIS does but the dream worked with it differently), I'm curious. And I think, "inter dimensional travel? Okay, let's start small before we do anything drastic." And I use the TARDIS to send me to a parallel version of my house. Nothing was too drastically different, but then I notice something, a box with candies and junk food. I quickly take the foodstuffs (Without suspicion, since I was just in a parallel universe and I probably looked like that universe's version of me) and bolt it for the TARDIS.

If I haven't told you already, the little telephone booth was in my washroom. Maybe another interdimensional traveler found his way to my dimension before being stuck there when I took it. Or my dream just sorta threw it in there.

In one of the parallel universes I had to distract DCs by means of drawing attention away from the TARDIS and how out of place it was. They made it to the washroom to do some laundry where I maintained conversation with them until they left the room. I then hopped back thinking I didn't have much time left. The DCs represented my sisters.


I then wind up at my school. I step out of the washroom containing my precious when I wind up getting myself lost. See, in the real world, I have a pretty shit sense of direction. Tell me to go somewhere and it'll take me forever and a minute to recognize what you're talking about. I'm not stupid -- even though I have the reflexes of a sloth.

Anyways, it was getting dark out but there were still people running around. Apparently some kind of big event was going down. There were carts, unfinished rides, and crowds everywhere. Feeling like I needed the assistance I found my friends Shanna and Rudy as well as a parallel version of me. And I say something along the lines of, "I am an alternate version of you, me. I come from a dimension where everything is the same, but different, and I need your help. I don't know where to find the washroom that contains my TARDIS. You know what that is right Shanna?". They tried helping and were pretty cool with the fact that I was from a different world.I mean, you can't really argue with that when you see an exact clone of somebody in terms of personality and appearance now do you?

It is also worth noting that parallel universe me had longer hair. That helped differentiate us.

But after some time had passed and I felt like we were getting no closer to finding the TARDIS, I eventually split up with the crew. It was a mad dash to the TARDIS and I was running around all of the school's grounds to find it. Daylight had come, and I eventually found the "appreciation center". A place with high ceilings, a podium, tons of small sofas, and tall windows where the sunlight streamed in. It was apparently a lounge/book reading area.

I go back outside and go through the bushes when I see an old man copying my movements. It wasn't anything too scary, as he was just mocking me for how stupid I looked. I did the same and made an old man voice that went along with his movements. He walked off, but after that the dream ended.


SIDE NOTES

1. This has been the longest regular dream I've had so far. Even though it probably happened on the first REM cycle of the night.

2. Dimension hopping and stealing from parallel universes with no consequences was both fun and exhilarating.

3. I can always count on my friends (And myself) when times are tough. I know that probably wasn't a major theme throughout, but I thought it was too heartwarming to pass up. Thank you subcon for not trying to make me feel bad.

The dream started out interesting, then it turned into another school dream...

My "family" and I are going on a long trek to find Peter Pan. MY "family" consists of an old man who is the leader, driving an RV (Like Dale from The Walking Dead.. ), my "mother" who is Wendy from the Peter Pan movies, and my normal dad. We have a huge tour bus/RV style vehicle. We are at a beautiful spot: a lovely enchanted forest with some docks leading to a sparkling lake.

I think we do find Peter Pan, and "Wendy" goes with him, but that part is blurry. I think I wake up in the middle of the night, go back to sleep, and the dream changes.

Now it's the first day of my senior year of high school, and the counselors have completely effed up my class schedule. I'm completely outraged upon realizing my first class of the day is "Burping 101"! Not only that, but the school would not give us an actual schedule to keep, we had to remember what we were told, once. I wrote my class schedule on my hand.

So many students are so upset about this that they have a strike in the lunch room, refusing to go to their classes. Campus police end up forcing us to move along, but everyone is so confused. I end up arguing to a teacher about my schedule, and she agrees that it is utterly odd and has no idea what happened. The only normal class I seem to have is AP Comp Literature...the other ones are Advanced Geometry and Tristonometry...? Whatever.

So yeah, more nonsense, but I have noticed that my dreams are much more vivid now. I'm slowly improving my skill!

I remember a lot of this dream, but it was all nonsense.

There are a lot of houses and trap doors, this much I remember. In the dream, I am in a college dorm-style environment. There is this girl on "campus" I really don't like, so I decide to use the trap doors and underground tunnels to my advantage.

The trap doors feel really weird to go into. Somehow, while going through them, I manage to shrink myself, kind of like the way an octopus can go through a small hole. The tunnel through the trap door is really tight. I have to squeeze through, but once I make it out of the tight tunnel, I am in this large sewer system, where the ceilings are tall and there are even paths. It has a beauty to it, despite the stench.

With a friend, I manage to pull off some sort of prank. The prank plays out using the tunnels as portals and happens on some sort of construction part of the campus. We cover her in dirt, or something like that. She becomes enraged at this, going as far as to exact revenge and smash my laptop to pieces.

Suddenly, I seem to have a semi-lucidity, and decide to transform into a dog and leave the place. I leave by pulling up a video game interface, selecting a new location (I remember a kingdom being one of the options...why did I choose a suburban neighborhood???).

I do transform into a dog...a Border Collie, to be exact, running around in a neighborhood. Other dogs start running with me, and I feel the foolish happiness of the carefree animal. I end up at some rich person's house, go through their doggie door, and become myself, Rose, again. This house is very bland and nearly empty, except for some of the bedrooms. The whole place feels cold and distant.

The only person who seems to be in the house is a blonde girl, maybe fifteen years old. I can tell right from the start she is a spoiled brat, but ah well, she welcomes me into her home. It doesn't stay her house for long, though.

The house does not change at all; rather, the ownership does. I suddenly feel as if this house belongs to Owl and her family. Lo and behold, Owl comes up behind me, saying I've come just in time for the fun and can sleep over if I want to. She says her parents are sleeping, so I should be quiet, and beckons me to her bedroom.

There are a few other girls in her room. I recognize one or two as mutual friends of ours. She has nothing in her bedroom but a full sized bed and a twin sized bed (FYI, this house is nothing like Owl's waking house at all). She points to the twin bed, saying I can sleep there for tonight. I feel a little hurt, because we always share a bed (cuddling and all that good stuff), but I don't say anything and make myself comfortable on the twin bed.

Well, as comfortable as I can get, anyway. The mattress is firm and I can feel every spring. This makes me feel even less desired as Owl goes on to talk with her other friends and all but ignores me. At one point, she's on Facetime with another girl, and starts flirting with her. This hurts me a lot, and I shrink into the corner of the room a bit. She notices, and asks what's wrong, but I don't answer, shrink from her touch. She realizes what I'm upset about and says she was just messing around, that it didn't mean anything.

I decide to leave. Owl tries to follow me, but I run to a familiar trap door. I shrink into it, and the door disappears behind me. I am in the sewers again.

This time, I'm just wandering. Then, when going to an opening, I see a little boy, about three to four years old, all alone, with a scared look on his face. He looks to me, and I can feel what he can't say; he needs help, he's in danger, he's been separated from family.

The rest of the dream is spent searching for his family. It fades, and I don't remember whether or not I found them.


I just want to know how I did not become lucid in this dream...it's so strange, how I can't seem to "wake up".