non-lucid

* Not much time to spend on writing, like running behind a train in motion...

.../I've received part of my custom. I look it with interest, the pants are black with gold lines. There's something new that I like. I'm thinking about the new method I'm gonna take the pictures this year/...

.../I'm wondering why a friend of mine didn't come to visit us. His mother say something about me, using it as an example/...

.../I have an almost empty bottle of ketchup in my hand. I realize my hands are dirty. I want to clean them but I have to wait until I get home. It's Saturday on a recurrent dream scape, the informal market. I see a lot of native people from this town.

.../Something about a VHS/...

5.12.14

Last night bed around 10pm - 6:40am

I got up, went on DV for a bit, then went WILDing at 7:10am. Got nice and relaxed within 5 min. I realized, that I'm not focusing on my closed eyelids anymore, and maybe thats why I'm not getting any more HH and dreamlets that I enter to be in LD. So I did that and was getting some flashes of images. My cats were still moving around, so I thought I just go to sleep and hope for a DILD. Turned to my side and fell asleep.

DR:

This was very long and very detailed. First ghost dream in which I was not scared. Later in the dream I applied some knowledge that I have learned as a lucid dreamer, about incorporeal beings, how it's normal, nothing strange or to be affraid off.

I'm at home in moms bedroom. As I leave the room, the TV turns on. I shut it off and as I walk to the kitchen, the TV on the kitchen dinning room table turns on. I grabbed my keys and I was outta there. I don't like messing with ghosts.

I went to the caffee and I'm having my coffee, thinking that I'll stay there all day, till someone else comes home. My dad comes and I tell him to ask the barista to make him a coffee from bottle of instant one I brought. But I forgot the bottle, so he orders coffee and sandwich. I want to pay for it, but he says he has money.

I tell my brother or mom or both about the ghost, and they reluctantlyadmit to me, that "she" is there for 3 years now. They just didn't wanna tell me. And I'm like, wow, so it's true, everytime I felt a presence, or hair on the back of my neck stood up, ... it was all true.

Now we are at home. Me, my brother, uncle and auntie from apartment below us, and I think my mom.

As we are talking and visiting with family, things start to happen. Flowers in a vase start to move. Courtains, flower petals in 3 low vases are swirling, even changing colors. We always just quietly point at it to each other. She also makes some arraingement with flowers in a circle and a baby bottle standing up in the middle of it.

I finally say very nicely "could you please not do it anymore". But by now I wanted to help her, but I also know, that you should never ask a ghost how you can help.

My brother picks up a small plate with some dressing on it, and he shows me that "she" wrote in it. It says "I love" and we put it down so she can finish writing it. But then I notice that there is something else written there and I send my brother to get his camera to take a few pictures, so we can enhance and read it. My oncle gets the plate and he wants to eat the dressing and I tell him "are you nuts, ghost just played with it and you wanna eat it?"

Now she is writing lot more in other places too. I get a pen and paper and I'm copying it. We learn that her name is Maria and she died of cancer. She used to frequent italian forum. She writes down the whole web address. http//[italian sounding name ending in *oni* or *ini*], [second name berlusconi or berluscini] plus some .edu and something else or similar.

She also tells us a name of people she would love to send message to on this forum, to let them know, what happened to her.

Some if the information she is giving us is now by her voice talking to us. There is a paper bag on the table and it inflated itself. The voice coming out if it faintly says "listen". I hear it, but nobody else does. So I tell everybody in the room to "listen". "She" repeats it a few times and now everybody is quiet and we can hear her.

As she is talking from the paper bag, the bag is moving, rolling a bit on the table and it comes to the edge. I pick it up so it doesn't fall down and to my surprise, the bag is heavy. I feel like there is a person's soul inside. (I remembered in a dream reading about it in WL if soul exists. They weighed a dying person and then again at the moment of death. Body did lose some wight at the moment of death)

So now I'm holding the bag with this persons soul that is talking to us, and now I'm sobbing. I started when writing the web address down. It really took me, how is this person trying to get in touch with people from her beloved forum.

I want my brother to experience the weight of the empty bag, so I hand him the talking paper bag and tell him it's heavy.

I am watching a documentary that shows sweeping vistas of a house on the shore of a lake in Sweden. The camera zooms in, and suddenly I am standing in front of the house. It's a cute split-level ranch that looks completely unassuming, but then I spot the plaque near the door: "The Private Residence Of A Queen." Then Queen Silvia of Sweden steps out the front door. I wonder why she needs a private residence when she has a palace. Or maybe this is where she lived before she married the king? I'm startled to notice that there are Starfleet insignia details in the brickwork, which instantly makes the house so much more interesting.

Then I am taken to a private reception with the King of Spain and the crown prince. We are offered some special cheese from northern Spain that has all these raisins in it. The king wonders how they started making cheese like this, and I started giving a lengthy explanation of the history of the town where the cheese comes from. The king seems delighted with my command of history. Actually, the look on his face implies that he finds me delightful, too. His son, the crown prince, immediately moves to shield me from his father's attention.

The first dream I had I woke up at my work before it was bought out by another company. The power was out so we couldn't do anything so I was just in the back room. All of a sudden my family doctor tells me to come with him. I thought that this was weird but followed him into a van where there was two other people and a weird chair. He wanted me to take some weird meds so they could record my dreams. I complied. The first dream in a dream I don't remember that well. It was something weird though. The second started with a girl taking me to the back room of a strip club. Once there we talked and flirted for a bit and eventually had sex. I ended up waking up in the van with the doctor saying something about a wrong dose of meds and that it should have only kept me asleep for about a day and not a week. They where arguing about why it would last longer. I tried to say that I was ok but I soon realized that I couldn't talk or move. As far as they where concerned I was still out so I decided to fall back asleep. When I woke up I was in the strip club again with the same girl snuggling next to me. Another girl walked in and started to talk to me. After a little bit of talking to both of them the first girl asked how my first time was. I mis-perceived the question and gave a future date where we could do it. She got really upset and walked of. The other girl asked me why I said that because she really liked me. My response was that this is all a dream and I though that was a separate dream. She looked like she understood and said even so you should have thought about your answer a little more. She went to go explain to the other girl. After a while they began to come back and I woke up (irl).

So last night was yet another unsuccessful lucid dream. I can't really recall much of it but what I can remember is worth the write. So I was in this castle. And there was dungeons all over the place and people that I knew.. (not in real life). Anyways I was taken to a dungeon and once the door flung open I saw a barber standing next to a chair, that had been fashioned pike a torture device. Gasping, I tried to escape but my attempts were pitiful as I was unable to run, as if my legs were buried in quick sand. They strapped me in the chair, and before I knew it I was getting my hair cut. That's all it was. Not some scheme to get me to talk or to torture me in some way. It was just a regular barber with scissors and a shaving machine. The doors bolted closed, and I recall hearing a voice saying, "Untill that hair is cut, he can not leave.". Exiting right.... No..

I'm ill from end of October, I got strong autoimmune reaction induced by Chlamidia Pneumoniae... Chlamidia was cured by strong antibiotic, but autoimmune reaction remained. I must take Medrol(methylprednisone) which metabolizes to corticosteroids and dampens immunity... And what more one of effect is that body becomes accustomed on outside sources of corticosteroids and lowers or stops production of its own in adrenal glands. I try to get off of it, but it is slow process. I must to let to accustom my body to exist without Medrol. A few times I tried to lower dosage, but autoimmune reaction was strong. Now I'm doing it very slowly. 5-7 days for taking off 1mg of methylprednisone less.

Dream:
I awake this morning into another dream. I woke with itching on my whole body with big red swellings. I remembered that I forgot to take piles yesterday and that was the end result... Then I got thought- I didn't forgot! Something is wrong. Wake UP!!!
And I awoke. Everything was OK.

28.04.2014

Laurence Fishburne Gets Framed (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, so a random guy wants to frame a man named John Whitman, and Whitman isn't going to put up with this act. So what Whitman does is that he finds where the framer could be, and I'm just watching everything happen, and being played out. He apparently becomes a sniper so he can pick off his framer while he sets up a plan to weed him out.

Laurence Fishburne unfortunately is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the stranger hears a phone ringing. He picks it up, and John Whitman is wondering if this is the person that he's after that's framing him. The guy lies and states Laurence Fishburne is the guy that's framing him, and the actual framer runs out of the store on his knees.

Out of reflex, John Whitman shoots the individual, ironically killing the framer without knowing about it. Now he has the idea that he probably killed someone random, and believes Fishburne is the real target.

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28.04.2014

Princess Peach Finds a Pink Jet/Airplane (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Basically, I catch Princess Peach in the act of lying that she has a Pink Jet/Airplane for others to use for travelling. She feels a bit guilty, and is wondering if she should state to others on her recent finding. This is the Paper Mario version of Princess Peach by the way, and some major differences was her hairstyle. She actually used a hairband to bring her hair back, which seems suitable seeing how the setting of the dream was residing in a desert of some sort.

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28.04.2014

Fiasco at the Gas Station (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a lot going on, so I'll just give a quick overview on what happened.

[list][*]Jūgo from Naruto Shippuden seems to be one of the individuals that's fighting another dream character[*]I'm basically watching him and others through a spectator perspective[*]The fight is at a gas station, and some areas are pretty dark, even though it was clear the dream setting was during an afternoon[*]I feel as if I'm in the situation, and that I have to get out, but I don't bother

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28.04.2014

False Awakening From Not Remembering One of the Alarms Set (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I hear the sound of my alarm, and out of reflex, I quickly grabbed where I presume it would be, and it’s in the exact area of where I put it in waking life. Forgot to do a reality check for several reasons, the most prevalent is that I had to go to work.

I looked at the phone, and saw the alarm was set to wake me up for 7:30 AM. I dismiss the alarm from finishing its gradual low to high alert process, and then went to sleep again since I knew I had one set for 8:00 AM.

After waking up around 8:00 AM, I noticed I never had 7:30 AM set in waking life. Dang, missed that subtle chance for easy lucidity. Guess I'll just have to get back into the habit of doing reality checks even if the alarm is blaring.

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28.04.2014

My Hair is Long and Elastic (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a building that resembles the laboratory floors at a University I attended. I can hear the subtle humming of machinery operating (mostly what would be heard from fish tanks, and maybe some of the lights as well), and noticed the lighting seems to be a bit dimmer than usual.

The flooring consists of a vanilla colored tile layering (the soft tiles), and I find myself walking straight through the hallway to get to an elevator. I gradually noticed that as soon as I'm heading for the elevator, I can feel that my hair feels longer than usual. I noticed that it can conform to any shape that I could imagine, though I didn't really care at all to abuse this.

Then I slowly felt as if I'm inside a female's body, seeing how the hair was definitely longer than it should be, and I felt lighter than usual, and a little bit shorter as well. Not trying to objectify women, it's just the sensations, and how I felt seem to make me feel that I'm a female in this dream.

I noticed an Asian dream character that looks like a girl I'll nickname "Ang" in waking life during High School a few years back. Her slightly darker complexion is pretty accurate in this emulation of the waking life version, except her eyes and eyelashes look more refined and sharper; almost as if she had makeup specifically to have others pay more attention to her eyes to make up for her fairly short body composition.

While I'm inside the elevator, I noticed the insides consist of dark brown walls, and milky yellow flooring, and metal bars to hold on to as well had this color scheme going on.

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28.04.2014

Finding Jade Tokens/Plates/Shields (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Feels like the dream revolved around a Sonic X theme, which is kind of rare to have. Probably dream day residue of some content I happened to glance over, I guess.

I'm on an adventure with several dream characters, though most of them aren't really seen for very long. I just imply that they're part of this experience, and that we're going our separate ways. The overall objective was to collect some Jade items ranging from plates (not the plates you eat from) to shields. It seemed more like an annoying fetch quest than anything exciting.

And actually finding these items was complicated, especially when dream logic makes me wonder if what I'm looking at is really me going through the motions of trying to find these items. After a while, I believe I'm standing on top of a pyramid that seems to have the apex cut off completely.

This area seems to resemble the level from Super Mario 64 with the huge pyramid, except the environment was more realistic.

I noticed that a dream character is next to me, and he looks like Chris from Sonic X.

I think we end up celebrating how we found a lot of jaded items, though I didn't really seem interested in contributing to that celebration with the others.

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28.04.2014

Dude in White Vest Claims He Cheats Academically (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m walking through a few green hills, and I’m far enough to see some of the city landscapes as well. There’s a lot of dream characters in this area, and the setting seems to be a typical breezy day where the clouds are covering up the sun. It looks like it might rain, but this didn’t really happen throughout the dream.

The grass, the atmosphere, and the dream characters all look very realistic, and I find my awareness ebbing and flowing of the sensation of the wind. I noticed that I’m around an individual that looks Hispanic, and is probably around his early 20s. He’s wearing a white vest shirt, and probably some dull colored shorts. He has a mustache, and spiky hair along with probably wearing a small silver necklace.

His cheeks seem to be shiny in a few areas, almost as if he put a little too much lotion on his face. He resting on the grass, and is casually rambling on about things, and one that sticks out is that he admitted to cheating academically.

5/11/14

Last night bed 10pm - 4:50am

Yesterday at work, I have spent good hour reciting "Next time I'm dreaming, I look at my hands and realizeI'm dreaming" and "I'm dreaming", while cutting strawberries and looking at my hands in gloves.

DR:

I'm looking out on the street from my childhood home's living room window. Hurricane is coming, so I'm guessing that's why there are some police cars parked in the street, and some people parked their cars in the middle of the roadway, so they don't get damaged from debree falling from houses.

As I look closer, I see some pieces of roofs and other debree in our back yard, so I'm thinking the hurricane happened already.

Now on the street, right in front of the entrance to the tennis courts, some cars are stopped in traffic, waiting for cars to pass from side street. Among them is a stealth fighter. I scramble for my camera, quickly looking in my room and finding it in my drawer. I rush back and snap a few pics.

I have a feeling something is gooing on, so I walk outside to the tennis courts. There is a gift shop and people in it are giving away some greenish earrings and some other jewelery. They want to put it on me and my alarm goes off immediatelly. I somehow get away from there and as I'm walking away, I see groups of people and individuals coming towards the store, each of them wearing a lapel pin of same colors and design as the earrings were. I know they are all converted into aliens now and I have to avoid them and act not suspicously.

They give a chase, I start running, dropping something, I think about returning for it, but no time, and I make it inside my house and lock the door.

DR:

I'm at work, inside a giant walk-in cooler, that's large as a warehouse. Some of my coworkers took my U-boat and my other things and are pushing them inside the storage place with intent to leave it there, and shut the door and turn the lights off when I go retreve it. So I go out of there and lock the door on them, while they are inside. But I leave the lights on.

I was in a place with some train tracks and trains. There were a few people I knew like Warner and Derek. Derek had a daughter and he couldn't take care of her so he asked me if I wanted her. While she was in a train, I walked up to her and got introduced. She gave me a big hug and she said she loved me. I felt a feeling of joy and happiness. The girl was about 2 and had long blonde hair.
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I was on a main street that looked a lot like Las Vegas, with hotels and lights and stuff. I was doing parkour and I jumped off something trying to do a front flip but failed and landed on my side. I got up and kept doing parkour. Some blonde guy with medium curly hair was also doing parkour and he tried doing some sort of flip and ended up hitting his neck on a bench or half-wall. I ran towards him and told him to stay still. As I called, 911, which was really hard to do, people started gathering. I was describing the area to the dispatch and there was a huge, beautiful, cathedral in front of us. Eventually, ambulances came in the distance but took the wrong turn so the guy took off behind them. I ran after him telling him not to run. When we didn't catch up to the ambulances, he stopped and started walking back to where we were.
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I was at drill and MSgt Lamb started yelling at me saying that I betrayed her or something and some other stuff. I told her that I didn't do anything and she told me I was a liar and that I'd be getting kicked out. A lot of the student flight was happy and I knew that on chick had made up stories again. We went out to shoot bows and arrows and suddenly I was in a construction building. I knew they were building a parkour playground but it wasn't finished. I tried to escape but unlike the other people I was with, I had my green box filled with stuff and I wasn't gonna leave it behind. I remember asking a few construction workers what they were building.

This guy's telling me about his cremation plans, saying that in a distant future, they're going to be able to revive people using their ashes - or rather, something about the carbon - on a specific distant planet or star or location in space he refers to as "G" followed by a short series of maybe three numbers. Seeing that place, I'm looking at vast stairs in the air, green, made of some vaguely moss-like material. Examining it, I see that it's made up of small, incredibly thin squares stacked on top of each other. The guy talking about cremation is still talking - he's saying these can be stacked so as to seem thick or thin, and they're used here in the perfect ratio to create a true geometric stairway to heaven. ("Heaven" used here to indicate something like perfection rather than afterlife.)

I'm on a green, grassy hill with two friends and a large crowd of other people waiting for some event, standing near our car. To the right, there's a great view of mountains below us, very green. I'm looking down at a town of mostly red buildings and can make out the steeple of a church; I'm aware this is somewhere in South America. There are a few other people around here enjoying the view, but among them, there's a man beating a young boy, presumably his kid. I jump in and stop him, and as we're fighting I demand what he thinks he's doing. His wife's standing here now, among other people watching, and as an answer, the man produces some letter he'd written. It talks about not being human. The wife sympathizes with him, but I'm outraged by this response, and since I'm not human either, I take personal exception to him using that to justify his behavior. We start fighting again.

Scene transitions during the fight, focusing on the blood on my wings which had come out during the fight. Now I'm in a motel room with a girl who's helping fix the feathers. A guy, a friend, comes in then and says "You two are (something about the fight and something we're looking for). I found the (thing we were looking for)." He holds up something that looks like a map, and I get up to go look at it. The girl with me is seriously upset with this guy, related to the fight, or more specifically the way I was fighting and the way he encourages me. She tells him that the guy I'd been fighting had swallowed my heart, and she'd watched me take it back from his throat with talons - she demands of the guy with the map, "That's better?!" As she says this, I remember how it had felt, though it hadn't been part of the dream before.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Setting's a sort of fantasy version of Korea, 16th century-ish. This guy has been working for an organization that's just had some great victory, completely defeated this opponent that they've been working against for a long time. Now he's just returned to their base and is alone with their leader, a tall foreign woman with this elaborately painted face like a mask and gold ornaments in her hair. But as she's congratulating him on this great success, he becomes suspicious - something's off about her. She sees this suspicion, and attacks him.

In actuality, this isn't his leader at all. 'She' is revealed to be the man who he thought they'd just killed, using an illusion (in addition to the physical costume and makeup - the illusion itself has been dropped now, the rest remains) to impersonate the leader. The enemy complains that he went to the trouble of portraying his own defeat just so the POV character would finally let his guard down, and it still didn't work! How frustrating! It goes unsaid, but they're both aware that since the POV character isn't human, he's impossible to kill unless he lets his guard down.

Two other people burst in there, an old man and a young servant, who tell their 'leader' that the POV character - who has now disappeared from the room, and I've switched to 3rd person - has knocked out two of the guards and used some kind of gas to put everyone else to sleep. One of them says that he had just been starting to like/trust that guy. The enemy in his disguise as the leader keeps one hand raised over his mouth to prevent them from noticing his identity. They move out of the room.

In the hallway, I see the shadow of a hand with long claws reaching down from the ceiling, just above the 'leader'/enemy's head; then it retreats. It's the former POV character on the ceiling. He generally tries to behave like a human being, and killing the enemy in that way would go against that effort, tempting as it is. So he loses the claws, drops down into the now-empty hall and looks around.

Non-Lucid:

My parents made the decision to move again, I was depressed by this decision because I had finally settled down and made some new friends in the current area of my residing. Having to leave already just made quite upset. But I was a little relieved because I was leaving school system and wouldn't have to worry about a bunch of classes i need to take to graduate because of the districts stupid requirement system. Then I began to gather all my stuff from the school and leave. As I left for some reason everyone in the school was in line for something. My friends tried to say bye to me but I was to upset that I ignored them (I don't think I would ever do that but I did in the dream) Then the dream transitions to my new school and I decide to take a tour of it and scope the place out. I noticed that the school was pretty large and noticed that the mascot was a falcon and the school colors were purple. I cant quite remember the name but I believe it was Maxfield something. Shortly after I woke up.

God forbid I use the roads
My recollection of this dream was a lot better when I woke up, but since I woke up at 2 am I was too tired to write it all down in detail. What I remember is:

I'm walking/wading/swimming on the banks of a pond, holding on to trees a bit thicker than my arm to keep balance. This is all in an attempt to reach the other side of the pond, and I don't know why that's my goal. All I know is that I am in Stephen King's "The Stand" universe, or at the very least the plague is gripping wherever I happen to be. I come upon a kid with brown hair, a bowl cut, wearing glasses, and he's pale. The typical protagonist of an 80's family comedy. He's going the opposite direction as me, and falls into the water (which is brownish, muddy, whatever you like best, dear reader). At this point I realize the water is very warm, lukewarm almost. Very pleasant, actually. As he's trying to pass me he falls into the water, and me, being the optimist that I am, comfort him with the fact that the water is warm, at least. What happens next is lost to me, although I have a fuzzy memory of being on a concrete dock, and seeing some living thing falling over, probably succumbing to the plague.

What I remember next is a famous African American woman, a singer, being forced to sing for somebody, I believe on tv. This singer, I believe, was ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday, but I'm not entirely sure. At the end of her song, the camera zooms onto her nose and neck, bot of which are blackening (a symptom of "Captain Trips").

That's all, there was another dream between when I fell back to sleep and woke up again, but I didn't bother to write it down and have forgotten it.

.../There's a beautiful woman in front of a class explaining on a map, something about human migration. I add something I know about mongoloid people and the settlement of the Americas. Although it doesn't fit in the map, it looks distorted. I end saying that this is not confirmed yet. We have still 20 minutes, then we are going to draw some on a paper/...

.../I'm lying on a bed I realize my wife is on a bed close to mine sleeping together with our older daughter. I want to have some fun with my wife. I wake up and go to her side and kiss her. Things get a little bit warm...

* Alarm goes off

* Nap after work:

.../I'm wearing a black necktie with white spots/...

.../I little aggressive dog and his owner, a huge woman. The dog tries to bite me, she's scared, I don't care/...

.../We are on a car and I want to send an envelope into the erotic postbox. I ask a native guy to help me but we miss the corner where the postbox is. He doesn't have idea and I don't want him to send the letter in the wrong postbox/...

Morning of May 11, 2014. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I live in a huge mansion (with a false memory of having moved there just recently, but I am not sure if our move is complete yet) with so many rooms, it is probably difficult to count them all, especially as some have not been used for a long time. The house is very old and in disrepair and, I think, belongs to the owner of our present home (a recurring association).

I soon discover that I have a device that is like a wand or small rod. It has multiple functions that work depending on which one is needed the most at a particular time. This basic idea has been somewhat sparsely recurring over many years, but sometimes with different associations and workability.

In this case, the wand does several things, including removing any sort of patina, rust, cobweb, or dust, and also automatically repairs things (such as broken pipes or holes in plaster).

My dream is very long but mostly only involves directing the wand at the various fixtures and such in the rooms that need cleaning and repair. I am amazed at how dark rust and such is transformed into smooth shiny silvery metal. Cobwebs are dissolved from corners of tables and some things are automatically polished. Screws are tightened automatically and any nails that have partly come out or any wood that has been damaged is also restored to original condition.

Some of what I do is random, though, as a few rooms need far more work than others and I only do parts of the more difficult surfaces and areas, which I plan to do additional work on later. I move the wand about and make “stripes” of transformed silver in the deeply rusted pipes and such, with a similar effect as filling in an outline of a shape with a pen or pencil (recurring over many years) - yet I am not aware of any adjustment to make the “brush” (or range) wider (similar to a brush in a graphics program by association). I am enjoying my work, though. There is not any physical stress involved, though I do know it will take time and effort.

A woman is showing me the human brain. It is organic and fleshy, but some sections are metal. She's a teacher, and I'm drawn in to every word. She points out one area that is clearly defined, toward the center of the mass, and calls it the 'carnelian,' which is an orange-reddish semiprecious stone. She then proceeds to stimulate my own nervous system by stabbing a needle into the junction of my upper back and neck muscles. I feel awash with giddiness and strange energy. She passes me a stick, and I flip it several times and set it down. We are in a restaurant, several other women are about.

I'm in a circle with about a dozen guys, several who are older than I, several who I have a rocky past with. A couple are wearing sunglasses, one has a giant visor blocking his face. We're all talking, the topic, I'm not sure. I write a prayer into a journal, then I realize that everyone has passed it around and read my deep thoughts that were meant for God. Maybe they were meant to be in on it. There's a hilarious and strangely ineffable segment that is of a video my friends made, with mirror-like properties.

Many people are on a balcony, myself included. A tetherball hangs directly above. To start, the chef at the restaurant I work at (who's funny, young, crazy) tries to do a trick off a ramp on a BMX. He fails. A couple people come out on the floor below. I throw the tetherball and hit one, as we are playing 'dodgeball.' Then, I leap onto the tetherball. My weight makes it start to swing in long, wide circles, very fast. I'm careful not to hit the walls of the room. I twirl around and around in the air.

Later, a girl asked if I spoke English (in English). Her and another started speaking in Spanish. A co-worker called me a pretty boy (probably not in a good way) and told me if I were to work out, I'd have nice abs. What a confusing ending, as I was abruptly awoken right after.

Another set of dreams coming off ganj-smoking, so this 'REM rebound' phenomena is startling and incredibly vivid.