non-lucid

5/31/2014
In bed: 2:39 AM - 9:38 AM

#1. I. 8:00 AM
I am with a few other people who seem to be slightly younger than me and it almost seems as if I am leading them somewhere. We go to this short outdoor building that you might find on the side of a school. We walk into a short room that reminds me of a standard dining room or a meeting room with a long table in the center of the space with chairs around it. There is a door diagonally on the other side of the room that is open which I can see a group of 8 or so people in there in a similar room meeting. I recognize 2 or 3 of the people in the room. They are part of a competitive eating team of some sort. They see us and seem to be finishing up their meeting before they come out to greet us. One of the people that I am with is holding a plastic cup filled with what seems to be water. But there is something special about the water, as the person takes a Dorito and puts it in and shows me. I watch as the Dorito almost seems to turn invisible as it submerges in the water. This liquid makes it transparent and see through, though you can still sort of see the outline of the Dorito in the cup.

Supps: G, C and 200mg L-theanine.

I think I had more lucids than this last night but I cant remember them. I only remember 2 of them and they are pretty cloudy right now. I looked at my clock after one of them and it said 7 then I woke up for the day at about 10, I usually don't get to sleep in this long.

So both of these revolved around work and I may have the dreams scrambled a bit but I think most of the information is there, a lot of detail is missing though.

Dream 1: I was part of an inspecting team and me and another were doing an inspection on a girl over some paperwork she had. As I was looking on I held my hand in the air and observed more fingers than I should have, I then brought it closer and saw yay 8. Lucid: I found my way outside and this might have been either dream so im not sure if this lucid went with this DILD or not. Before I opened the door to outside I cleared my mind and tried not to think of anything, since I was curious what it would look like outside. I opened it and I was right in the middle of a river, this river was really flowing and it was very rocky, pretty cool looking. I saw a boulder and levitated it, just for fun I guess. It seems like every dream I have had lately had some sort of telekinesis in it. So after I did that I flew upward. Again I may be mixing dreams but I flew straight up as fast as I could and got very high, the surrounding got very dark all of a sudden and now it was night. I stopped in the air and looked around. I saw a city with lights all around it and flew toward it as fast as I could. When I got to a tall building I flew straight down to see what was going on on ground level. As I touched down the dream started to fade. I saw the two buildings (or one building that had two separate bases), the street was lit by street street lights, but that is the last thing I remember.

Dream 2: I was at work once again and I was in an area I wasn't supposed to be in that was for the higher ups, I kind of cut through there. I was walking down a hall way and ran across a section that was flooded with red water and there was a rubber duckey floating on top of it. Did a RC Lucid: I got outside as quick as I could but was kind of lost in a maze of inside. As I headed up stairs I pictured a door to the outside and bam there it was. I got outside and I was in the wilderness I guess. There wasn't anyone around at all. I saw a hill and flew up it to the top, just gliding along the slope upward. I got to the top and I was kind of curious as to why there was no one around anywhere. This has been a theme in some of my most recent dreams, there have been no DCs really in them. At least my fully Lucid ones. I was kind of looking for some but could not see any, anywhere. So at the top of a hill I saw a lake, or maybe I thought of the lake and when I turned around there it was. This was one of my goals last night was to go in the water. I did some kind of weird dive into the water that was quite a ways below me and had my eyes closed when I hit. I felt the coolness of the water and it was very invigorating. It was almost as exciting as the first time I flew in a lucid dream. This excitement along with my eyes being closed woke me.

I did have another non-lucid vivid very memorable dream after these but wont type it on here. It had something to do with an underground bunker, mission impossible style I was invisible and trying to infiltrate. I remember thinking that it would be cool to set off an ICBM in a dream, so this one was semi-lucid.

I was on a large plateau over looking a city scape. It was night time and I remember looking out over the lights of the city. I was performing intricate drum beats on a rather large, rectangular drum. It kind of looked like a bed with a tightened bed sheet. I was so focused on my part that I could see the bed sheet vibrating with every strike and it producing the amazing low tone. It was hypnotic in a sense watching the vibrations of the sheet match the vibrations in my chest.

I looked across from me and I noticed FL beating a drum as well. He was smiling and looking right back at me. Then he brought a joint up to his lips and inhaled deeply. Grinning as he exhaled, he told me that I shouldn't be performing without it. I just chuckled in disbelief that FL was smoking pot. It was/is unimaginable. (I would think this should have made me lucid, but alas... no)

Suddenly, I was kneeling in MD's room whispering to him that FL was smoking pot and how damn funny it was. We both laughed.

The first dream is a blur. All I remember is my mom and myself looking at a cat lying outside our window. He fell, but we heard him land on his feet. Another, smaller cat came up to us afterward.

I was half in a video game and half in real life. I was on a trip somewhere with my class. A couple of things happened. I rode a tiger in third person. When the trip ended, we had to go home on a boat, but it was a bunch of platforms that came one at a time. While I was waiting, I started singing "Drunken Sailor" and a few people joined in. Eventually, everyone was singing and dancing, but my feet kept acting like they do in dreams and didn't do what I wanted them to do.

Morning of June 1, 2014. Sunday.



My dream opens in an unusual variation of our present home with some rotated or altered structures of our Barolin Street house (including the inside back steps over the bare ground in a larger enclosed porch-like area, but which continues southward into a more internal house-like area) as well as my sister’s old house on Loomis Street in America. The staircase area of the Barolin house is oriented in a different direction; to the south rather than the west; and there appears to be several bunk beds. The environment is somewhat like a boarding house for older ex-convicts with a slight prison atmosphere. I am not familiar with any of the males, and curiously, there is an Australian essence to the setting, which is fairly rare in my dreams even though I have lived here since February 9, 1994.

At one point, I am aware that the boarding house has a strange secret related to a potential local development of personal paranormal power of some sort. It seems that Ned Kelly was buried under the wooden staircase within the area of the boarding house that is enclosed but which has a dirt floor (similar to the enclosed back porch and utility area of the Barolin Street house). The beds are near that area, aligned west along one wall. I talk with a few other males. At another point, I look at the ground under the staircase to determine what could be there. There is an eerie association with the seeming story regarding the remains. There is evidence that a coffin is just under the ground’s surface as there is a very slight elevation of the dirt of one area. However, the story also may be that just the remains had been buried there with no coffin.

In another part of my dream, either a policeman or a convict serving as an in-house policeman and wearing a gun holster arrives. This area appears to be the back entrance from Loomis Street at first. He dismisses the idea of there being a body in the ground under the stairs and seems a bit annoyed by the apparent myth or “convict gossip”. There is also some sort of shift or “reset” where the man’s name is John (John Kelly?) instead of Ned Kelly. It may just be a man named John who has no infamy or history of anything notable. The other male denies anything unusual about the boarding house or the ground beneath it.

Over time though, I do develop a telekinetic power supposedly related to my being in the area; a common ability in dreams (but not previously associated with longer-term attainment or being in a certain location). This recurring dream act is done by mentally willing something from across the room straight into the palm of my hand with a sort of rubber-band-like effect. At a later point, there are unknown females in the boarding house which does now seem more like some sort of prison or supposed rehabilitation venue. They are all seated at a large picnic table inside the main area. One reminds me of a somewhat unkempt female factory coworker from years ago. She asks me if I can prove something regarding my abilities and I comply by willing a large object which is some sort of larger purse or oversized pencil bag (or for art supplies) across the room and into my hand in a swift manner. She then mentions of how her faith in the existence of benign spirits or angels has grown but I am not exactly sure why this act helped her. This may have something to do with the potential to escape from the scene by one person taking something from a guarded area, such as a key, perhaps.

There is some sort of awareness that the telekinetic ability also has something to do with magnetism and wearing some sort of magnetic bracelet (that was buried in the ground under the stairs?) even though the items I will into my hand from other areas of the room, including a glass of orange juice, are not actually magnetic (although the pencil-bag-like items do have a metal zipper).

Eventually, I am on my own, wandering around outside. I end up at a residential area with another unknown male but who may be a version of my brother Earl at a much younger age, as the house is vaguely like the one he lived in in Florida. He seems interested in my telekinetic ability but does not quite believe in its full potential. In one area outside near a patio and shed, he tests me with selecting a chosen item and sailing it quickly into my hand from a fair distance. These items seem mostly related to male cosmetic products, mostly all of the same brand, perhaps Avon, I think, because of some sort of play on “nova”.

I end up drawing a larger item into my hand which slides on its own across the table’s surface of which I think may be a piece of plywood. The fact that it slides somewhat instead of just leaping into my hand is somewhat frustrating, but not a dominant issue. It seems like a plastic pencil bag for school but about twice the size and may be some sort of travel kit. The indicated goal, however, was actually a smaller bottle of shampoo or something similar immediately to its left. I do not feel as if I have failed in the task, but may need to try a bit more to discern individual items for more telekinetic manipulation. The other male is still impressed and interested.

I had a pretty vivid and long non-lucid before this but wont journal that one.

Note this lucid was not supp induced but I was able to sleep in like most of my lucids in the past.

I was in a house, I guess it was my house but looked nothing like it. Apparently there was someone inside and I was looking for them. I heard a voice, I don't know if it was in a headset or just a magical voice, but they were kind of doing a play by play of what I was doing I guess. I remember walking toward the bathroom and the voice saying "The alarm system says there is motion on the first floor"; which I thought was stupid cause I was walking on the first floor. I had my gun out and was walking around with it drawn ready to shoot at whatever had broken in. I looked at my gun and saw there was pink spray particles on it, I found this odd and did a RC. Lucid: As soon as I became lucid the whole area lightened up quite a bit. I almost felt drunk and non coordinated and felt like the dream was really going collapse. I grabbed a few things and then I did telekinesis on a blanket to further solidify that I was in fact in a dream. It lifted with ease. I was next to a patio door and decided to go out it, I was in the mood to fly. I kind of sloppily went out the door and stumbled into some stacked boxes on the back patio. The yard was huge and I could see a large field across a street and it was filled with RVs/motor homes. I then took to the air quite easily and flew a bit toward the RV field, then saw a street. The cars on the street were all dark color and their headlights were on. I began flying against the flow of traffic. I wanted to fly through one of the cars. For some reason I just got a little bit closer and closer but could not get down to the level of the cars. Oh also it seemed like all the cars had big sheets of paper on their windshields, like huge flyers I guess. So anyways every time I missed a car I gasped for air, after I flew over a couple more cars it seemed like the gasps got louder and louder. I am not sure if I was doing this in my waking body or not but I thought I was so I woke myself up.

I am standing in my front yard near a tree and I notice a large amount of tree sap on the side of the tree. I suddenly get the urge to eat it so I take a chunk of it off the tree and I eat it. I chew it slowly and it's really delicious so I eat more. Then my next door neighbor comes over and starts eating some and he's like, mmmmmm this is so good.

I was driving in a parking lot, looking for a space to park. SM was in the passenger seat looking for a space as well. We finally found a space in the rear of the parking lot near a row of what looked like town houses. I don't remember getting out of the car or walking through the parking lot.

My next recollection was that I was now in the rear of a rather large banquet room (the kind like you would find in a hotel). There was no carpet and the room wasn't really all that decorated. I just remember the stage at the front and the 30 or 40 sets of tables and chairs. It felt like I was in the process of setting up music equipment, not on the stage but in the back of the room. I had it in my mind that I was going to play there.

I have vague memories of actually playing and some of the people I saw there, but I don't know if that is just me adding to the dream or that it was part of the dream. Basically, I don't really remember the banquet.

The next recollection was me walking through the parking lot. It was a nice day. Warm. Blue skies. I ran into BR and his wife who were shuffling thing around in the trunk of their car. They called me over and asked me to look at something. BR's wife handed me a piece of paper and somehow I got the impression that it was their kid's homework. I don't really think she said that it was, but I just got the idea that it was. She pointed to the answer for question #7 and asked me what language it was. I looked at it for a few moments, the words weren't all that clear. Then they came into focus and somehow I recognized it a "Nepalese". BR looked at me. He was kind of stunned and I think a little angry. "Right" he sighed and took the paper from me. I shrugged and started walking toward my car.

Weird thing was that I saw my car and must have walked right passed it. The next thing I remember was thinking, "damn... I walked right passed my car." I turned around to see how far I was from it and realized it was dark. Night time! I saw my car, it wasn't that far away.

I put a guitar case into the trunk and realized that I had more stuff back at the banquet hall. I remember being concerned about my stuff being there and thinking someone was going to steal something. Then, bam! I was in the banquet hall standing right in front of the stage in front. All my music stuff was there. So was ES, whom I haven't seen in at least 20 years. He was still a kid, probably around 13 or so. He was talking to me, but I don't recall the conversation. I just remember him talking.

I looked at my stuff and felt a little worried because there was too much for me to take in one trip. The thought of having to walk back and forth kind of annoyed me. I just remember standing there wondering how I could get it all in one trip.

I am just going to go on record and state that most of my dreams of late have been in a post-apocalyptic dystopian setting.
I was walking down the street accompanied by someone, I am not actually sure that I knew who they were, and we were looking to buy some food (although I knew that I already had a brown paper bag in my backpack with something to eat in it). We then boarded a bus, I looked around and I noticed that it was very dirty, run down and most of it was destroyed. I saw that most of the windows were broken but it still functioned so I sat down in the back row. I opened my backpack, pulled out the brown paper bag and looked inside. I pulled out a sausage roll and a vegetarian pastie and I will admit that I felt a bit disappointed because I didn't want to eat either of those things. I looked through the windowless window and realised that I had to get off of the bus at the next stop and as it slowed to a halt, I got up and moved toward the door, unfortunately the door was stuck fast and wouldn't open so the guy I was hanging with and I had to make an improvised exit through one of the broken windows.
After climbing out through the window, I started walking towards the rear of the bus to cross the road when I saw a man and woman arguing. She was a tall woman with brown hair and she was holding a dog lead. He was a shorter fellow, shorter than her and rotund in appearance. He wore a button up shirt that was unbuttoned over a brown T-shirt that had some writing on it. Not much unlike the guy at the end of the Fatboy Slim 'Right here, Right now' film clip.
I didn't know why they were arguing but I realised as I got closer that she was unhappy about the writing on his shirt. It was then that I saw it, the writing said something along the lines of "food is scarce, pets aren't" and there was an outline of a little dog betwixt a knife and a fork, as I drew up next to them, at the point where I needed to cross the road, I saw the woman's dog for the first time. It was a little ankle biter of a dog, it's front half was brown and it's back half was like a leopard skin print. I thought it was the strangest thing I had ever seen.
I crossed the road and got to the building where I was headed. I opened my backpack and up until this point I had no idea why I was going there but I suddenly 'remembered' that I was there to see a movie in the cinema but I couldn't seem to understand why there was a cinema underneath a football stadium. There was a game on at that very minute, it was a night match between the Essendon Bombers and the Collingwood Magpies. Neither are teams that I like very much, so I am not certain about that either. I remember thinking: "How am I going to hear the movie over all of the cheering of the football fans?"
I walked into the cinema and sat down in a seat in the row against the back wall, which for some reason only had three seats in it and all of the rest of the rows had different amounts of seats that were haphazardly placed at seemingly random intervals. I pulled out the food out of my backpack and settled in to watch a movie.

Dream:

I was hiking with Susan E and Marsha in Coyote Gulch. We see a side canyon and decide to explore it. We had been looking for old Indian Ruins. As we start up the canyon we suddenly see that there are signs of Native Americans. But instead of old ruins we find that we have stumbled upon living Anasazi Indians. I was uncertain whether we have transported back in time or if we had found a civilization that has been undiscovered by modern people until this very moment.

I pause. I don't want to disturb anyone. To continue on we would be walking right through the middle of their village. But Susan keeps walking past some of the dwellings and to an alcove in the side of the canyon. I cautiously follow and so does Marsha. Suddenly Susan starts singing. It is a haunting Native American type song. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard.. Marsha then pulls out her Native American wooden flute and starts to play along. I then kneel and use my legs for a drum. The Anasazi people seem just as enthralled as I am with the beauty of the music.

The brief thought goes through my mind that I wish I were recording this with my camera.


This dream was inspired by a recent trip to Coyote Gulch where were visited old Anasazi ruins.

So it has been almost two months since my second brief experience with lucidity. Perhaps because I moved to a new place and now sleep in a new bed with new noises and a new schedule, I've hardly been able to "drift" at all, to drift into that floating, buzzing sensation in the void, at the WILD gate to lucid dreaming.

But a week ago I experienced sleep paralysis for the first time in a while. Perhaps this was a sign that transitional states of awareness were becoming possible again. And now I have fallen back into the old sleep pattern of waking up several times throughout the night. It has been a familiar friend since childhood, but it only comes in phases.

Since then I have again experienced the "drifting" sensations a few times, but never leading to actual sleep.

Last night, however, was of note because of the different-than-usual drifting experiences. I was waking up all through the night, my dream thoughts carrying over into my waking thoughts, a continuous stream of thought carried by a discontinuous state of consciousness. Every waking period I would have racing thoughts and vivid visions, some pertaining to my actual life and goals, some completely awesome works of the imagination. In this state I even thought up a few new musical compositions in record time and was quite pleased with them.

I actually drifted a few times as I attempted to consciously fall asleep. Usually this lead to a clear tingling sensation as I was suspended in a refined blackness. But this night I was constantly barraged by an onslaught of visions and thoughts during every drifting experience. At no point was I not fully thinking and envisioning lots of things. At no point was there blackness or anything remotely resembling emptiness. The visions were sufficient to distract me from my usual problems- breathing bothering me, or being consciously excited by the drifting. But I still was subconsciously excited by the drifting, to the point that I would be breathing heavily, heart pounding, for "no reason", and I would be snapped back into full wakefulness, but barely noticing that because the whole process was in the back of the mind while in the foreground I studied the visions and thoughts being played, none lasting for long before the next took its place, like a reel of movies on super-fast-forward. Occasionally I would think, "Maybe I'm actually dreaming now? This does seem a lot like a dream, and hardly like the reality I usually experience, yet nothing here is inconceivable for one of my psychology. I guess it's time for a reality check." And every reality check (trying to breathe while pinching my nose) would reveal that I was, indeed, awake.

While the continuous stream of visions is fascinating, I find the most interesting point to be how I was still barred from achieving a WILD because the drifting experience was too exciting for me to fall asleep, even though I was not being consciously exciting, only noticing the symptoms of that excitement (heavy breathing, heart pounding).

Today has also been strange. I feel as if I haven't fully awakened. Sometimes I perceive reality, but I do not perceive reality as being reality. Also, my mind is running faster and further than it usually does. Strange how that works.

So... interesting experiences. Perhaps I have more hope of DILDing than WILDing.

Regardless,
To the future we go!

-[arcticfennec]

Real rough and brief notes, *mainly for self...

5/29/14*
lady bleeding from hand. OMG you're still bleeding? There was so much blood on the floor as I go to help and she almost passes out. Do you have insurance? (She probably needs blood infusion I think to myself). American Beauty bloody scene last night..? 2 others helping in hospital or clinic-like place and I am holding someone's baby....hers? I am playing mouth games with the baby who is so cute maybe 3 months and it gets the baby smiling. I blow into baby's mouth and puff up her(?) cheeks. This seemed to be a significant dream for me related to stuff going on, especially the woman bleeding and maybe the baby represented my new personal developments./
CJ big black Ford truck 905??. CJ=clara jane? /
Son driving. Another car backs into bicyclist they seem to fight around the accident. heading to sons middle school but we stop short to walk the rest away but he forgot something in the car of course. I say I will go back to get the car we should have parked at the school anyway. I realize as going back for the car as everything turns dark that it is a dream and push my way through the darkness and fly. Then I am face down floating above my bed attempting a motion based deild before I notice I am above the bed. The motion is one where I seem to have two sets of wings but first I was planning on pulling down my shorts and doing something sexual but I wonder if I might act that out in bed (IWL) and my wife would see. She recently wanted me to stop LDing. Anyway, the kinetic motion of the two sets of wings was incredible (alternating flaps, front set and then back set, very odd feeling) while floating above my bed and attempting to create a new scene from it but woke up. 154

5/30/14* chase? Attempt float down from high in lobby? Seemed semi-lucid here but recall poor. /Hotel...race to book room *at hotel. / (Success related to meeting last night). / 540:M from S thinks she's in love. Other couple doubts. I'm changing clothes in same room as couple...guy goes heads into bathroom...I'll change quickly while he's in the bathroom in front of the girlfriend. /
* I go outside to check looks like it'll be nice sunset. Odd tree shaped clouds...mushroom clouds? Nah...but I should go pick up son(@school?). Rushing back home I realize this is a dream and I can just fly...I float up over the house on my right and onto my block (weird version of my neighborhood?). I see a group of people out on a front patio/deck and fly up over to them and one female is sitting in a skirt with her legs spread and I am thinking about having some fun. I hear my alarm going off IWL while still in the dream and consider for a few moments if I should ignore it for a little while but realize that I need to get up and drop off my son and go ahead and wake up (or maybe would have anyway) and found the alarm actually going off (it is a gentle one). Not really trying anything tonight but to sleep due to game latter in day, but some late awakenings added awareness I'm sure. 155

5/30/14

I went to bed at 12am and told myself to wake up at 5:30am and woke up at that time. I fell back to sleep easily and woke up again at 7am when my husband said goodbye to me. My alarm went off at 8:30am and from there I kept pressing snooze. I wasn't remembering any dreams. I had lucid dreaming on my mind the whole time, but made sure not to get too excited about it so that I could fall asleep. Finally, I wake up at 10am with a dream.

10am MILD

It had started out as a non-lucid dream, I believe set in Japan. I was excited to be in Japan again. I had forgotten the non-lucid dream in its entirety when I woke up, but now as I'm typing am starting to remember it more. At one point in the dream I had gone back in time. I think that triggered lucidity, because I realized you can't go back in time in waking life.

I was in this room with many doors connected to corridors when I became lucid. There were quite a few dream characters in the room with me, one in particular who I remember the most. He had dark skin and really short, curly black hair. Once I realized I was lucid I flew up as a sign of my control. Then, I attempted to use telekinesis as one of my dream plan goals. Since there were no objects around, I used it on the dream character with dark skin and it worked. He floated into the air. However, there were bad guys trying to get me. I used my telekinesis to push them out of the way and through the doors. At one point I wanted to summon a sword but couldn't do it. I think the other dream characters who were good helped me in getting the bad guys out.

The guy with the dark skin had a love interest. I asked him if he would remember her in future dreams and if they could have children together and I think he said yes. I believe his love interest was Rachel from Boy Meets World. She was having an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction when she came in and he helped her out.

When people would come through the doors I would ask if they were good or bad before letting them in or pushing them away. At one point Ryan from The Office was at the door and I asked if he was a bad guy. Kelly was behind me, a good guy, and begged me to let him in. I was about to, but then I asked him again are you a bad guy and he sighed and nodded his head and left.

At one point we were watching the leader of evil on TV, who had long and very pale blond hair. I think he's a character from Lord of the Rings. There was also another evil character, a woman who's hair was dyed a very fake red. I think she told me a message about how I wouldn't be able to defeat evil. Her position seemed to be second to the guy with long pale blond hair.

Reflections:

• This is only the second time I've had a lucid dream that wasn't a false awakening. The first time was years ago back when I first heard about lucid dreaming. I was too scared to attempt it again until years later when I got back into lucid dreaming and joined DreamViews.
• Accomplished the task of the month just two days before the next month begins! First totm completed!
• Achieved one of my dream plans to use telekinesis while lucid. Little did I know that I would not only be using telekinesis, but I'd also be using it in a battle and with such skill! I thought it would take a while to work up to being able to move dream characters or battle with it, since flying took a long time to learn, but I got it on the first try.

This dream was long and complex and I cannot recall all of it, or how the dream scenes fit together as they seemed to be jumping back and forth, but many were unrelated yet part of what appeared to be a running narrative or chain of events.

Myself (and others - maybe my family, or friends) were being given a new house. This house was being given to me/us by the game The Sims - it looked like it was made of computer-generated graphics (pixelated). All houses which were given by The Sims came with a bonus gift - a piece of furniture or something related to the house. There was a computer-game like flash of light and a sofa spawned from nowhere - it was beige leather (three-seater) with wooden arm rests. Unfortunately the sofa also came with a ghost baby. I then realised that my mum also lived in new computer house with me. The ghost baby was now a ghost child, although she seemed to age quickly, as it did not seem as if any amount of time had passed since we first moved into the new house. The ghost child needed a lot of care because she was an alcoholic - she was white and translucent - like ghosts appear in The Sims3. She held two bottles of vodka, which were also white and transparent quality - she drank from them with straws. It was her first day of primary school and she was wearing a transparent school uniform and carrying a backpack. It was very bright - I think the lights in the house were on. When the alcoholic ghost child returned from school, she had aged into a teenager - she had short black hair (cut in a pudding-basin style) and huge, white-rimmed glasses on, which made her eyes look massive behind the lens. She was tall and big-built, almost masculine in appearance and body shape. She seemed to be very unintelligent, but now she was solid in form, like a normal human. I am not sure what she was wearing. In hindsight, she was very similar to the unknown female dream character described in Dream 243 and Dream 242 as appear on my online dream diary elsewhere (to a lesser extent, but there is something 'familiar' about these female dream characters who are all larger than me, with shorter dark hair and often wearing glasses). I felt annoyed that we had 'inherited' this tedious and needy alcoholic ghost child along with our sofa.

I was then with my mum sitting outside a pub, which appeared in some respects to the The Crown in Sheringham, which is a popular seafront pub. We were sat at a table, drinking. I think at this point in the dream it seemed to be sunny. To my right there was an old, dilapidated house - which seemed to be made from rotting wood. I went closer to the building. On the side (which was crumbling) there was some kind of ledge, tilted at a diagonal angle, attached to the exterior wall. I think this was on the front, to the right of the entrance, which was just off-centre to the left of the building - just an open door with rubbish or litter outside. There was one huge rat (about as big as a lion) resting on this ledge, and smaller rats (the size of a cat) running backwards and forwards over its back. I watched this in amazement for awhile. As I turned to walk back towards the pub, I saw I was still on the seafront, but it looked completely different from Sheringham - more industrialised and city-like. The wooden building was still run-down and abandoned, but now seemed to be made of grey brick, in a very Soviet-like architectural style. There was graffiti on the outside walls. The road in front of me was very grey in colour and wide, with the beach to my left as I faced the direction The Crown had been in. I saw one man doing some form of manual labour on the roadside, and a cloud of dust blew up from the concrete. I realised that it was actually quite sunny again, whereas just seconds before everything had looked dreary and grey.

I then found out that DL's friend 'Gracie' (a dream character) was planning on moving into the dilapidated seafront house. She had applied to the local council and was going to be paid housing benefit to live there. I thought that this house must have been broken up into smaller flats on the inside for this to be possible. I visited the house once again to have a look at the renovation work. Now, the house was no longer on the seafront, but instead a short distance away at the top of Sheringham town, where the new Tesco building is situated, beside the railway line. This area looked as it had when I was a child growing up in the town - there was the old fire station and also the 'Teen & Twenty' which was a community centre/youth club with a skateboard ramp to the side - a popular skate spot before asbestos was found and the ramp got removed because of changes in use of the building. The dilapidated, ruined house still looked terrible, but it was now positioned behind the back of the Teen & Twenty. There was some kind of flowery garden which was elevated. It was where the skateboard ramp used to be - I found myself seated in the flower garden looking down at the house. There were other people there - it seemed to be twilight hours and some sort of party was happening, but it was genteel and calm, with people sat around conversing and enjoying drinks.

I then found myself standing outside the ruined building, on the path in front of it. I had a huge syringe in my hand - it was much bigger than me. I injected the house with rats, using the window as an entrance point into the building. What came out of the needle-end of the syringe looked like wet, slimy white icing sugar or something like that. The syringe appeared to be made of ornate white and red cake decorations. As I walked away from the building the sun began shining brightly and I realised that the local council offices were now situated right beside the ruined, rat-infested building - where the old fire station once was. I looked through the battered entrance to the ruined building and saw that there was a rave happening inside - I could see the vague outlines of lots of people dancing inside, either unaware or not caring about the rats I had just injected into the building with my massive syringe, which I no longer had in my hands.

I then found myself in my downstairs lounge in my house in Norwich. I was sitting at the dining table, either reading something or looking at my laptop screen while DL and 'Gracie' were sat behind me on stools. The room appeared exactly as it does in real-life. 'Gracie' was a very petite girl (she only reached my shoulder in height and looked very skinny) who had bright red dyed hair in a punky style. She was wearing big pink earrings and denim dungarees. She and DL were talking, while I was annoyed because they were disturbing me. Gracie suddenly started crying hysterically and uncontrollably. DL explained that Gracie was very upset because she had just found out that the singer Lily Allen had died. We all looked at a picture of Lily Allen on my laptop, and Gracie continued to cry loudly.

The scene changed and I was in my nan's bathroom in her house in Sheringham. There was another female with me, changing clothes. This female was tall and very wide. She was wearing a black top and black leggings. She had shoulder length black hair and an unattractive, masculine face. She turned round and cupped her breasts, which were long and saggy, down to her waist, despite the fact she was a young woman. She said: 'I was born with these, genetically'. I took this to mean that the breasts were a family trait. She said: 'I can't do anything about them because they are stuck like this' - she attempted to lift her breasts, but they were stuck to her waist. I felt sorry for her, but also contempt. I wondered why she was in the bathroom and had the sense that she was an intruder in the house. I wanted to get rid of her, but she seemed somewhat depressed about her breasts.

I woke up.

I get dropped off at a mountain resort in the winter. There are people getting barbeque grills ready for a weekend event. Mostly sales people, all wearing red. I have some charcoal in my hand for some reason. I walk through the main sales road and put the briquettes on the last grill with an open flame just as the sales person raised the metal grate to adjust the gas burner. He gives me a weird look after I snuck the charcoal into his grill, but I walk away before he says anything. It felt like the right thing to do anyway.

I reach a hill-top party area, with a few large groups of people. I am shuffled into a circle with an intimidating group of about 20 older men, all giving me mean looks. Terrified, I introduce myself to each of them, doing my best to remember their names and whatever they say about themselves. One in particular is especially scary, wearing camouflage, very tan, and in need of a shave. He's a large guy, looks like he could rip me in half with little effort. I remember he said he fought in Veitnam. I personally don't support fighting and killing, but decided to thank him for fighting for my sake anyway. Even if I don't agree with what he did, he seems proud of it, so I thank him for his reality of what he did and why, not for mine.

The whole group seems to recognize my respect for them, and relaxes, including me in their discussion. Somehow it turns into me leading a chant in regard to the food that we're eating, but it just doesn't work. There's too many words, and the rhythm is way off. I stop chanting, and they are a bit disappointed, urging me to continue. "It isn't a good chant, it doesn't sound right" I tell them.

I start a new chant with all of them, "Cheese please, give us some cheese... cheese please, give us some cheese..." It sounds much better, and has a good rhythm. We all get into it, and to our surprise, a girl comes by with large trays of mostly cheese. I'm not sure what it is, but it has three layers of melted cheese, with maybe some thin tortilla chips separating the layers with a good crunch. It looks absolutely amazing. The girl walks away with an impressively large slice in her hand, nibbling at it with delight. I look back to the tray and it has already been devoured!

Satisfied, everyone leaves and I am left on my own on some small streets in a mountain town. I start double-jumping off walls while trying to throw a pen into a dart board. I get the wall-jumping down, but the pen just isn't sharp enough for the dart board. Frustrated, I throw it hard, and it sticks right in. I roller-blade down a big hill down to where there is a large park and a whole different climate. Now a warm summer day, I walk up to the park and notice some old basket balls and tennis balls, somewhat deteriorated, all mixed in some leaves up against the curb. There is a trash can nearby, so I take it upon myself to throw all these garbage balls away.

Two girls playing catch with one another drop their ball and it rolls into some of the nasty gutter-leaves. I pick it up and toss it back to them before it gets too dirty. "What are you doing? That's gross" one of them tells me. "Well, if I don't pick them up now, they'll probably be even grosser later" The other girl suggests, "Just leave them there in the sun for a while, then they'll be all dried out, and much cleaner to work with" I think that's a good idea, but some of them will indeed be grosser if they're in a shady wet spot. I also feel like it's somehow my job to pick them up. "That's a good idea, but I think I'll just finish getting these ones for now" I tell them.