non-lucid

2:38 am

We was sailing the seas on a big wooden warship, there was others in the distance. Im not sure how exactly it happened but we all went overboard, something took me into its underwater kingdom. Hundreds of jellyfish was circling me, I kept having to swim up to breath but then I realized I could breath underwater, which seemed perfectly normal. Then it started, I god like voice from nowhere started to talk, images of a giant jellyfish kept flashing....

I was stood on the balcony of my flat but instead of looking into the city all I saw was fields of green grass, another castle in the distance and a river flowing to my left. Below mewas an army we must be under seige, among the crowds was two young girls dressed in simple grey robes. They where whipping other children, I shouted in disgust to those being beaten "hit them back!" so they started to fight back. Then out of nowhere a giant arm came out the ground holding the two girls in it's hand, they where placed on my balcony next to me. They lunged at me, started to scratch my hands, flesh was torn off. They ran for the door but we managed to restrain them, we all sat back on the balcony and smoked together...

2:25 am

The land scape was dry and empty, a vast plain of nothing. There was three of us myself, girlfriend and another male whos identify is unknown. We must of broken down because the only thing other than us was a stationary dark colored jeep, blue or black. The unknown male took the doors off and piled them up, out of nowhere they began to burn, an attempt of a smoke signal. A lone plane began to cross the sky but there was no evidence that it even saw the smoke, its trajectory remained constant. The sun began to set, the fire started to dwindle as if the oxygen was exiting a long with the sun. Panic started to kick in and the realisation of a cold night sunk in, however the tempreture never changed. As we lay on the ground we just a blanket for comfort the itching began, as if the earth was covered in insects.

Connections to waking life:
Jeep - I watched casey neistat's vlog which had the exact same jeep, with removable doors.
Itching - Watched episode of orange is the new black, infestation of bed bugs.

4:38 am

My girlfriend is away for a few days, so i decided to have a few friends over for drinks. At some point I must of gone down the stairs and outside with mates for a smoke, on the side of the bulding was a tv which displayed other people in a different flat. Somehow I was able to send a picture of the tv to the people without knowing them, next thing I remember was that they where back in my flat getting drunk. Because my girlfriend wasn't there I took a picture and sent it to her, but the intention was misunderstood she thought I was breaking up with her. There is some faint memory of being back downstairs but this time there was a red coat on a door handle. Then for the final time I was back upstairs but was outside my flat door, my friend lewis was helping his girlfriend carry down four suitcases.

Connections to waking life:
Girlfriend - She is going on holiday next week without me.

I was walking down a road with some small factories, just round the corner from my childhood home. I spent a lot of my time down there when younger, but there was something different,. There where four metal containers, one of them had people in it, I remember them speaking but not the content. I was under the impression they was doing some hardcore drug, I didn't see them intaking but there was some sort of dark presence. I banged on the container and began to run away, they finally apeared, two males and a female...

Next thing I remember was that im bouldering at some rock climbing centre, they where there, the two males and the female but how? Their faces where dirty and I remember that the womens hair was all bushy, one of the males stood out just a bit, he was huge...

I'm going back to my parents with my girlfriend, it was night time and I was just around the corner from my house. The street was dark and had some spooky feel to it, Hattie my girlfriends cat was walking across the road just a little further up. I shouted for her "Hattie!", hoping she would follow, something was odd about her as if she understood my intentions so she followed. There I was, stood outside my house finally with a single light on in my childhood bedroom. I didn't go the regular way in, instead I went through the window, fortunately there was a ladder. When I saw my room I was surprised to see how big it had gotten, the bed in the middle of the room was supported up so it was atleast 4 foot of the ground. "I thought it was a middy bed not a high bed"....

Interesting to note that this non-lucid dream incorporated the action I had planned to try while lucid.

I'm driving down the highway. There's a pair of guys with me, and they're brothers. I think they're both band members who are on tour for the summer. We stop off briefly to get gas, and when I get back in the car, I notice that the seat doesn't quite feel right. I fiddle with the adjustment, but the next thing I know, the brothers and I are walking down the hallway of a motel. We must have stopped for the night. One of the brothers pulls me into a room. We start making out on the bed. He says something about how our relationship isn't proper since we're related, but he can't help the way he feels about me. I think I recognize him as the guy I've been interested in lately (who is definitely not a relative).

Dream views had a yellow/purple decorated background and i saw that Jade changed his dream journal entry title name.
There was also a purple dot next to his entry and i got the feeling that Manei was online too and posted something.

-A penguin like in the anime "Polar Bear Cafe" mentioned how he was trying on a bra and a dress to disguise himself as a girl but it wasn't working for him.

-Than something happened where i was riding a bike on a city street, daytime, trying to catch up with my brother and some other people. There were too many people around though and i ended up having to get off the bike. The bike also had training wheels.

-Something happened where i had a tiny little red bear toy and was told to give little tiny girl people the size of dolls milkshakes because after 30 secs they would disappear.

-I was following a girl who wanted to go inside a really cold place where you can become frozen. Think we were headed up a mountain. She was searching for hidden treasure i thought at that time. Anyways when we arrived I saw it was like a old abandoned castle. The girl showed me a move, sort of like fire bending, that you can do so you can launch your self into the air. I did it with a wooden shield she gave me and launched into the air. It was fun being in the air that high than coming down. The girl than mentioned how she wanted to get more outfits. I said no and she kept asking till i said yes.But than suddenly someone came and shot an arrow to the side of her head. My perspective changed to that of a viewer now. The other girl ran into hiding and the intruders took the girl who was supposedly my sister away.
The intruders were three anime boys who were perverts looking for money.

Immersive e-book reader
I'm watching a group of 5 young adults exploring some woods. They find a device and turn it on, not knowing what it'll do. It projects what looks like a cone of blue lasers. The cone hits one of them and gives him a great desire to jump into the device. The rest of them try to hold him back and get him out of the beam, or to turn the beam off, but they can't seem to manage it. Finally, one of the girls, for whom this has always been a secret desire, decides to save him by jumping in herself. She's disappointed by what she sees: a dark blue, kind of cloudy, background with white text hovering on top offering a handful of options. It seems to be some kind of e-reader. Unfortunately, she can't move any more, so she can't select any of the options. Her friends end up setting something up for her so she's able to do some reading.

Later, another member of the group somehow switches places with her, but he has the same problems she did. Meanwhile, I've been watching the group as if looking down at a map. They're moving right to left, and a little up, aiming for the upper-right corner of the map. I know that once they arrive, they'll turn and head due left right along the top.


Undiscovered planet
For some time, a team has been tracking a new planet in our solar system. They've gone on site somewhere to take better observations, but to their surprise the planet isn't where it's supposed to be. In fact, it's almost directly opposite where it's supposed to be. They do a bunch of math and figure out that there must be a second new planet, a massive one, that they haven't discovered yet that's somehow throwing off this one's orbit.


Haunted house puzzle
I'm in a haunted house, moving through the hallways. Now I've got an overhead (maybe 3/4ths) view of a good sized room, and I'm trying to solve a puzzle. From my perspective, a red laser shoots along the top of the room from left to right. About two thirds of the way across it hits a nice padded chair and is stopped (no damage is done to the chair). There's a lever about half way along the wall, but it can't be approached because of the laser. Near the upper-right corner of the room is a portal of some kind, and there are a couple of other objects I can move. I think I see how the puzzle is supposed to be solved, but I also see what I think is a hidden solution. I'm right: as soon as I get everything into place, a thick stream of coffee starts to pour from the ceiling coming down right in front of the chair, which now has someone sitting in it. I explain to him that in a minute the coffee will gain life and start walking around in a humanoid shape. I do my best mad scientist laugh and then leave the room.


Kitchen improvements
I'm at home in my kitchen area [nothing like my real one, of course], waiting for something with my father-in-law. Now, our handyman has arrived and is finishing some work he'd started earlier. He's looking at some new shelving brackets he's installed near the fridge. He's really disappointed in how they turned out: they're all crooked and seem to be falling out of the wall. At first, we think it's just one that's messed up, but as we look more closely we realize they're all bad and are all worse than we first assumed. Now there's something about having to put something around the fridge to help with its airflow, except that my step father had already done something, and the handyman is so impressed with it he decides to leave it and to do the exact same thing to the fridge on the other side of the kitchen.

i was in an area that looks like our hometown. There is an eatery.

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Notes:

- The dream was a lot more detailed than this but I quickly forgot it when I woke up. Hopefully, I can recall it.
- It was much more colorful and exciting.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream - Surrounded by Friends
This was a pretty nice dream... I lived next door to a friend and he was having a party or something, he seemed to have them all the time and I didn't always go I think. They order pizza a lot too, I was surprised how the pizza man had never accidentally come to my door because of the way our houses were, they were pretty much conjoined with a single shared gate and no driveway. The gate was part of a brown picket fence and the pathway leading from it split in two towards our doors. I went out to join the party, it was like I was finally rejoining them though, as if I had isolated myself for a long time and wasn't used to the atmosphere. Someone yelled that he was taking a picture and everyone got together, I recognized a lot of friends and among them was an old friend called Aaron. Aaron and I had been friends since we were 2, but he moved away and we fell out of touch after a couple years, but it was a really nice dream, like we had done a full circle.

I have the strangest motivation to enter some non-lucid dreams from a nap I took earlier in the day. Nap dreams usually suck. It is now 1:00am but I have nothing better to do while I wait to feel the least bit tired.

I recall some odd appearance changes taking place while I was in the bathroom. I accidentally dyed my hair blonde and was worried my parents would flip if they saw it. I tried to wash out the dye by running the shower and to my surprise, it actually worked.

One of the odd things about the dream was that I was still my normal self, not my dream self.


I was in space. I could see the earth and the moon in the distance. I was with a space shuttle crew that was going outside on jet packs to explore an asteroid. The asteroid was fairly large and had an appearance very similar to that of the moon in the distance.

I remember the asteroid having a very small gravitational pull. The shuttle was about 500 feet above us hovering. I remember somebody jumped without using the jet pack and was able to jump all the way up to the shuttle.

There was an alternate part of the dream where I was in space between the moon and the earth and there were many little asteroids and the space station was also there.

For some odd reason there was a moment in the dream where I became at least partially lucid and thought of how this reminded me of another dream that I had years ago. I can't remember if I did actually have a dream similar to this years ago. I've been having these space exploration dreams all my life.


I had been a victim of some horrible accident (plane/space shuttle crash, possibly connected to the previous dream.) and lost my left arm and both my legs. Doctors were working to give me new prosthetic and had already replaced my legs with cheap bionics. Later, they planned to move to a prototype metal prototype that was very strong and durable and would interface with my remaining nerves.

They were doing all of this out of a secret hospital and not allowing me or the other patient, a much younger boy of about 12 who had lost all four limbs and some of his organs. We were out in this play-place behind the hospital that was more or less deserted. It seemed rather old and unused, but the doctors didn't seem to care what we did as long as we didn't injure ourselves further.

I was sitting on the swing with the boy talking about how now that my legs were artificial I wasn't going to be able to practice Taekwondo anymore. I was able to pump the swing and get it going, but I wasn't too aggressive with it since I still felt sickly, and only had one arm to hang on with. I had no left arm, not even a temporary prosthetic to hang onto the chain.

The dream began to morph to a park that exists near my neighborhood IWL. My parents were there and asked me what had happened to my legs and arm. I became a tad lucid.

There was much more to the plot about the lost limbs and the other boy.

The Glider
I'm in a backyard and I see a glider in the sky. It looks advanced. For a few moments it looks like a plane. I think that it might crash land due to the angle it's flying at. It lands in the backyard and I realize that it's my brother and Ron that has been flying it. If they ask me to have a fly, I'm going to tell them that I'm afraid of heights, which I am. Also due to cyst. They walk into a house which is just off the backyard. My brother decides to go for a fly, solo. I quickly run around the corner so I can get a good view of the take off. The glider now looks like a mini car. As the glider teachers speeds, I'm expecting it to launch into the air, but it doesn't, and is about to run straight into a front door of a house. It smashes into it, massive impact. He reverses the car out of the door, straight into a giant plastic toy car. I find the whole thing hilarious. I begin to think that he should flee. As my brother flees the scene, Ron follows the car to see if bro is OK.
Bro is now back with us and he explains that he took a different approach to taking off, which is why he crashed. Ron let him know that it was a bad idea.

I'm with Germain and others. Im sitting near encore pizza. As we leave, Germain fancy's one of the girls that was with us.

I'm in a house and there are people in the lounge room. I walk in there and feel uncomfortable, as I don't know some people too well. They're throwing balls around. Balls are thrown at me and it hits my stomach and lands right in my hand. Myself and others are impressed at how it just fell straight into my hand. I think Daz is near a TV, over the back of a couch.

I'm back at the backyard and I'm seeing a scene of a man that had been on trail for something serious. He has just been found not guilty. I get the sense that there's a lot of press here following the story. In celebration, the man jumps into the water which is off to the side of the backyard. He begins to swim.

I just woke from a night that was thick, rich, dense with dreaming, but the recall was scattered and sparse, which makes me ponder the nature of dream memory. After this last waking, I lay there for some minutes without being able to remember a single thing, not one detail, yet I knew for certain that I had been dreaming. This is a peculiar state of mind, the ultimate experience of ambiguity. I lay back down on the bed sideways across the covers so that I would not accidentally fall asleep again, and then let my mind drift, looking for the particulars. At first it seemed hopeless, like groping through mud, until through some mysterious process a tiny detail took shape...

...near my new house, a stream full of fish, all sizes and varieties...

That detail links to more images and events, and then there all are, as vivid as life, all those memories that had seemed to be lost, and might have never been recovered had I not taken the time to seek them...

...I look forward to fishing, catching my own dinner... is the water clean enough? I need a fishing pole, I can buy one right now on Amazon, I'm sure they sell them, it will be here in two days... or is this the sort of thing I should buy in person? find a sporting goods store, feel the weight and balance in my hands first, try out the cast...

...and finally I'll have somewhere to shoot my bow! so nice to have space again.... but my bow and target are still in my old house, I won't have them until we complete the move... guess I'll have to be patient...

...a bit concerned about the neighbors, though, that father yelling at his children, hitting them with tires, and so openly, right in the yard! should I call and report? but surely someone has tried before, and nothing has changed. I walk back that way and he's still at it, now they're all carrying tires, all four or five children, and he's still hitting them, yelling "we don't put wood in the house!" what does that mean? all houses have wood in them, it's a basic building material... I should inquire with the other neighbors, something has to be done... at least my house is across the stream, away from here, secluded in the woods...

And this reminds me of yet another dream...

...the two boys were living in such a house, alone in an open field, only woods on all sides. the old man must have been living off the grid, so no one knew when he died, and they quietly took over the house... his guests become his heirs... what did they do with the body, bury it in the yard? and then the seclusion let them build their operations, what was it, computers? what were they trying to accomplish... still can't remember...

And another...

...but before that we were looking for someone, an uncle?...can't just "lose" someone these days, not unless they don't want to be found... it takes a lot of care not to show up on the internet, to avoid social media entirely. the only clue we had was a partial bag of english muffins, not sure what that can prove, but then I wonder if the city where it was purchased is printed on the bottom... sure enough it is... but it is the name of my own city! is he here, or is this not even the right bag?

And so on... from no memories at all, to more than are worth writing down.

What would have happened to those memories if I hadn't taken the trouble to consciously retrieve them? What happens to all the memories of the dreams we don't remember, or have forgotten? Is there a kind of deep storage? I think there must be, because from time to time they come swimming up in flashes, like fish catching the light near the surface...

....a gleam of light against the wall of the building across from us, like a tile of glass catching the sun... Arya isn't paying attention, I catch her eye and direct her toward it with my own... she looks the wrong way and I have to pantomime the gaze even more cartoonishly before she sees it... we are under observation and can't speak aloud... but at last she sees the gleam and we go over to find out what it is... I think it is magic itself, these signals... this isn't the first... but is it directed by a person or inherent in the world, plot, fate? we climb the stairs inside the building and open the door at the very top... with satisfaction I perceive it is a magical goods store, and actually tell the lady proprietor what brought us there... perhaps she or something she sells here can assist us in our predicament...

That was yet another from last night, where my own turn of phrase, "catching the light," caught the memory. But often I'll be sitting around doing things in waking life and apparently random glimpses will surface of dreams I know I had years ago, probably ones I never even wrote down, yet in some obscure way they still shadow me. Where and what are memories when we're not remembering them? Dream memory feels like it is stored separately from waking life memory, which would make sense if we need to distinguish the two to maintain sanity. But maybe that sense of separateness only comes because dream memories do not fit into the established contexts of ordinary life... at least for me, where dreams and waking life have so few qualities in common.

There are people who hardly remember their dreams at all... are those dream memories buried inside them as if in some secret vault? Could some odd balance of brain chemicals unlock it, bring them all flooding back, the dreams of a lifetime?

I was inside my older brother's room but felt like it was my room. My younger brother was with me and took two small clear packets that were empty. I was giving him two ear rings of mine so that he could give it to his girl friend. Found it kind of annoying but i was trying to do him a favor. I than got up and went through a door. The house was sort of different too so that door is not present in WL. Anyways i went into it and was looking for something with my brother when suddenly i felt a strong presence. It felt evil so i told my brother that we had to get out of here quickly.

When he got out a really short dc figure came in smiling and tried scaring me. I pushed him away with both my hands telling him to go away. When we got out the door i ran upstairs. Forgot what happened after that.

I was walking around in an unfamiliar dark city when suddenly i ended up in my room. I found money and showed it to my mom/dad but was surprised when i saw how it said fake money on it.

Than something happened where i was at a house party with family members from my mom's side. The ladies were preparing dinner. I felt hungry too so i took a plantain but than a little boy tapped me from behind and told me to make him something. I said okay but in my head i was thinking how i really was hungry and just wanted to make food for myself. I started looking in the fridge and noticed jolly rancher brand of fruit in a bag. I asked if i could have one and was told yes by a lady. There were other kids reaching for stuff in the fridge too.

I than got up and looked around. There were less people than before and i felt thankful that the little boy wasn't there anymore so i could have the food all to myself.But after walking around a bit the dream shifted.

I was now viewing a scene of a lady in a desert like city covered in a white/pink/yellow dress and head wrap. Something that looked traditional and maybe Indian attire. She was tan and had hoop ear rings too. Anyways a man narrator mentioned how she was trying to escape the city and was doing her best to camouflage with the background so no one would see her. As he mentioned this that is exactly what she was doing.

I than appeared inside a mall like place with stores to the side. A lady was walking to a store and i was following her. But when she went in another lady behind me shouted for her to run out. That's when a shadow consumed the lady. I ran with the lady who was behind me and we ended up inside a house where she ended up tripping. I than though about how lame it was that i was running from it.

I took a different direction than ended up inside a school where it was supposedly being taken over by zombie like creatures. I flew through the halls looking for Kiro/Eye. I flew into a room where they were barricading it so the creatures wouldn't come in. A boy who reminded me of Kiro but looked nothing like him was trying to weave leaves together. I told him i would help and started sticking the leaves together and pouring water on it so it would stick. I was only doing this to blend into the dream world since i was a bit paranoid at that time.

The guy mentioned how i was doing a good job. After that he told me that we had to leave and than the dream shifted.I was now on a bed with my younger brother in the room. I locked the door and made sure it was shut since i hate open doors in dreams. My younger brother was watching t.v. as i stared at the wall looking at three symbols on it before i woke up.

Note to self: Stop being such a punk.

Cory and I went to some thrift stores to buy a gift for my brother. I think there was someone else there with us, but I can't make out who it was. We were browsing the books, and I'd found an old full length mirror I liked and was carrying it around with me. It was huge so when we got to the books I had to set it down so I could help browse. The friggin mirror wouldn't stay upright and kept falling over on me, so I got pissed at the thing and leaned it up against a bookcase that was filled with nothing but Dean Koontz novels. I laughed thinking that his books sucked so much people were falling over themselves to give them away to a thrift store. After I put the mirror down, I went over to a shelf that was filled with colouring books, and it seemed weird that you could buy used colouring books. I opened a few, but they were surprisingly uncoloured. There was a sudoku puzzle in one of them that had one number somebody had filled in. I guess they gave up pretty quickly? After that, I picked up a super old colouring book, that was so old the pages were browned. It had lots of pages of animals that looked like the cartoon animals in movies like An American Tail and such, and Cory walked over and saw it. He commented that it reminded him of the TV show Dallas, which made no sense whatsoever but in the dream it made perfect sense. In the end, I grabbed a big handful of them and said that would be one of my brother's gifts. A handful of colouring books... awesome gift, I guess? We got in the car, me in the passenger seat, and I put all the books in the dashboard slot where I usually kept my phone and iPod. The book on top caught my attention and weirded me out. It was a Lisa Frank book, all colourful and girlish like Lisa Frank books are apt to be, but... it was overly Christian. The title of it was something like "Christian children become one with God at the end!" and I was just like... WTF? I remember thinking that it was wrong, and that since God was loving, He'd let everyone in no matter their religion. Then I had this weird feeling of fear and realized I was kind of an asshole so maybe I'd never get to do that when I died. Then we drove off to the next thrift store to look for more gifts.

Mom was hanging out with me at the grocery store while I went shopping for food. The store was kind of neat looking, like the walls and floors were made of old wood, and the display cases were made of logs and sticks and stuff. It was very quaint Southern style. Mom was super excited to see me, and she just kept talking the whole time even though I was trying to concentrate on getting food... which required a boatload of concentration apparently. The whole time I was there, wheeling my cart through the aisles, I was incredibly stressed out over a situation involving a lack of money. I think I was afraid I couldn't afford the groceries? Weird. I was hoping mom would feel sorry for me and pay for them. We passed through the bakery aisle, which is where the bulk of the dream took place. There were so many delicious looking things there! I eventually picked out these red velvet whoopie pies and placed them in the cart. But they were so good looking that I just popped open the box and started eating them there in the store. And oh my gosh, THEY WERE THE BEST WHOOPIE PIES EVER. They were so soft that I just could not even. I just couldn't even, bro! But yeah, they were so soft that it was hard to pick them up, I'd grab one and it would break into four pieces and so I'd just eat that one piece. Somewhere along the way, I grabbed a food that I can't remember now, but it looked weird so I thought it had gone bad. There was a string hanging out of it, so I pulled on the string and it slowly came out. But it was super long! It kept coming and coming and we were both so amazed and grossed out by how long this string was. After it was out, it was all slimy and gross so I threw it on the ground.

I either woke up in this room or walked into it, but there were CSI guys wandering around everywhere and two bodies surrounded by police tape. When I walked in/woke up, friggin Sara Sidle from CSI came over to me and was annoyed that I hadn't gotten there earlier. Apparently I was part of the CSI team and didn't realize it, but then it hit me and I remembered that I was. We went to look at the bodies and she told me they'd just gotten married. Poor couple. So I was helping out, taking photos, dusting for prints, and such. At one point, Sara came up to me with what looked like a handheld mat cutter, minus the razor, and told me that they'd failed to get the prints off it, but it was the most important piece of evidence so she wanted me to take it to get retested. So I took it, but then I freaked out because I'd touched it without wearing gloves. I took it to the prints lab, which was Wendy who was the prints girl from the show. I was stuttering and embarrassed that I'd touched the evidence without gloves, and she was slightly annoyed but okay with it. She said she'd just rule out my prints.

I was hanging out at the Kame House (I think it was anyway, since some of the Z Fighters were there) and we were all anxious because something bad was going to happen. Like a bad guy was going to show up or something. I remember definitely Krillin, Master Roshi, and Piccolo were there. When night came, we all came to the consensus that Piccolo would stand watch, since he's always standing around staring off at nothing anyway. He was pretty disgruntled about it and wouldn't even speak, but he was okay with it. So we all went to sleep while he stood there. I think I was sleeping on either the floor or a futon, but we were all sleeping in the same room, and I had a super-comfy blanket and a calming skylight over me, and Piccolo would totally never steer us wrong so I felt pretty at ease. The next morning we woke up and whatever bad thing we thought would happen wound up happening (Ugh, I wish I could remember what the thing was...) and we were shocked as hell that Piccolo hadn't been able to stop it, or at least woken us up. What a dick.

one am wake up...
Fragment:
job interviw on the street corner. night crawler dream. day time. is there a murder?

3am wake up
Fragment
Sitting with Jake Gyllanhal in a caffe. He's my boss. He is saying very repugnant things. I have the feeling like I want to leave.

6:30 wake up
J am sitting in my kitchen filing waffles with syrup. I want to get a little syrup in each little divot without getting any on the plate. My friend and I are trying to decide if it's better to fill slowly from the same place or to try to hit each one separately. We aren't eating the waffles, just filling them with syrup.

In another dream I am dreaming about dreaming. I'm on a street corner having a conversation with a homeless person in a gray trench coat.

I was attending my astronomy class. It was being held in the basement of my house for some reason, and we were taking a test. (I feel like I dream quite a lot of having a class from school being held in the basement of my house.) We actually do have a test today as well.

I was going through the test and it was really hard. I remember at some point I had to get another pencil out of my backpack but the professor thought I was looking at a cheat sheet that I had hidden and took my test away and gave me a 0.

I sat there for a few minutes but didn't become lucid. Then everyone left but the prof was still mad at me. He told me to stop eating in class because I had gotten popcorn all over the floor and that I had to clean it up. I told him that there was no popcorn on the floor and that I hadn't eaten anything. I looked back at where I had been sitting and there was popcorn all over the floor. Not just like the crumbs that got away, though. It was like somebody had spilled five packs of popcorn under my seat. (Oh come on, subc, that's just being a dick.)

I got yelled at for a few more minutes about how I was going to fail the class and get in trouble for my conduct or whatever.

-WBTB-

I was at a very upscale hotel. I recall it being one of those indoor courtyard hotels. Very contemporary design, a lot of white. I am there for some kind of convention for lucid dreamers or something similar to that.

Also, dream guides and other characters were 'real' in this world and were attending the convention as well. I recall waiting in a line to get wristbands, and dreamers and dream characters got different colored wristbands. Every dreamer got a number that matched with his dream characters that was also on the wristband. My number was 104 I think.

Quite a bit actually happened that I can only vaguely recall. I know my parents were there, though they really didn't seem to want to be there, however. My dad was acting really grumpy because he thought that lucid dreaming was stupid and that there shouldn't be a convention for it. My mom told him they should go to the restaurant and eat something. (Very grounded in reality, both in the fact that my dad doesn't like lucid dreaming, and that he gets grumpy when he is hungry...)

I didn't go to the restaurant with them, though. I wasn't hungry and I had to wait around for my persistent dream characters to arrive at the convention. I didn't see them waiting in the line, so I decided to wait for them by the front door of the hotel. I went to go looking for them.

As I explored, the hotel morphed from the modern upscale design where everything was white to a log cabin/skiing lodge kind of appearance. I then became lucid randomly and did a nose pinch RC just to confirm. I was very happy that I was lucid and wanted to find something interesting to explore in the dream world.

I eventually found this library room. Everything seemed to be super huge though. I remember when I walked in I noticed that my head only went up to the top of the first bookshelf. Also, the library looked very old. The shelves were made of a dark wood and the books were all older looking. I remember trying to look at some of the books because I wanted to see if they were like the books in Harry Potter where the words and characters on the page can move. But whenever I tried to look at a book it would fly off the shelf and flap its pages like wings and position itself somewhere else.

I came into what felt like the center of the library. There was this big indoor garden built up on what I guess was a desk or table. It seemed like a really low and wide desk/table. The garden at first just looked like a bunch of unusual plants in pots. I remember thinking that it was just the same three or four plants repeated over and over. I remember one of them having leaves that were partially colored purple, and another being a very vivid green colored bamboo.

I decided to see if I could talk to the plants and ask them about where I was. I tried to channel my energy into and ask them what was up. I just heard a bunch of small, childlike voices say 'Okay!'.

This dream character who looked kind of like Marcus appeared. Though he gave me a vibe of my grandfather. He looked like sort of a mix between the two, though his voice was that of my grandfather. He told me something about this garden in the library housed the only specimen in the world of some kind of toxic plant that could kill you if you ate just 10 milligrams of it.

The garden had become much more impressive. It was now a small indoor mountain made of a light grayish rock. There was a small waterfall going down the side and the same plants that had been repeated in the pots were now much larger and growing all over the mountain. At the bottom was a pond with koi fish in it.

He told me we had to climb the stone mountain to see the rare poisonous plant. I threw up for no reason. I got worried that I had thrown up in my bed in waking life.

We climbed to the top to see the plant. When we got to the top I saw what looked like some kind of fungus growth coming out of the highest rock on the mountain. It was a big round dark purple blob with roots stretching out all around. When I looked more closely at the roots I realized that they were all rows of ants.

Then the fungus opened up like a clam or a walnut splitting open. The inside was an eyeball but black with a purple iris and it looked at me and started emitting some cloud of dark yellow gas.

We went back down the moutntian. Me and the DC were both kind of shaken by what had happened. It's around here that I lose recall of what happened, but know that there was more content to the dream.

Sci-fi rewatch
I'm reading a rewatch on tor.com by "krad" of some scifi show that seems kind of familiar. It has some characters I recognize, including Stargate's Jack O'Neil and Carter and Galaxy Quest's Fred Kwan. krad likes the early seasons, but says it kind of goes off the rails in later seasons.


At my parents'
I'm with my family at my parents' house. It's a raised ranch [like we had when I was a kid], and we're all downstairs. My older son is sitting at a table playing a game about pterodactyls while the rest of us are mingling.

Now I'm heading upstairs. Near the top of the first flight, the stairs become incredibly narrow - maybe six inches - and I remember moving the wall to make space for whatever's on the other side, but I don't remember it being THIS tight. I can see my sloppy drywall work near the corner. I'm almost through, but I'm stuck, with both walls pressing on my upper chest. I should be able to use my arms to pull me past the sticking point - I'm not *that* stuck - but for reasons I don't understand, I can't seem to get my arms out. The only reason I can think of is that bending them is flexing my muscles, making them too big. I try to straighten them out and finally manage to get them out. I feel so weak, like I've already exerted myself a great deal. My stepfather is coming up behind me and asks if I need help, but since I've got my arms free I tell him I think I'm OK, I'm just really tired from doing <something> earlier in the day, and manage to pull myself free. I don't understand how my parents can use those stairs, since I have a fairly small frame and my stepfather is a lot taller and a bit wider than I am.

Now we're all upstairs. I'm helping Mom dish up. My son is asking us if we want to play his game, and I decline since it's almost dinner time. I do a quick headcount and realize my third daughter isn't here, then I catch sight of her out a window. I'm going to call to her, but then I realize she's already coming inside. I wonder where we're all going to sit, but Mom says to sit anywhere we like. I hate open-ended stuff like that, but before I say anything else she tells us that she and her husband are going to be sitting in the recliners in the family room, so I feel better.