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I was at Ted's house wandering around. He lived in a trailer, I believe, or some kind of large mobile home, which isn't the case in the real world. Kate, Hannah and Jordan were there. I went back to talk with them. I went up to the den, where Ted was sleeping, and pulled out my dream journal, or what was supposed to have been my dream journal. I started sketching a mans face, from the shoulders up. It was better than anything I could have actually done. Went to the back of the house where everyone was... and moved to the next dream.

Where I was playing LoL as Karthus and getting the shit farmed out of me by a teemo. You didn't spawn at your Nexus, there were no lanes, it was like a free roaming thing. And when you died, you just respawned in the same place. So I'd spawn, and teemo would poison the shit out of me, and slow me (I assume he had a mallet), and I'd die, and this happened over and over.

Then I woke up to call my girlfriend as an alarm, so she could get to work on time. I was gonna lie down and try a WILD, but I was feeling sick, so just rolled the dice and went back to sleep instead.

In the dream I have after waking up and returning to bed, I'm checking what I think is my email account, though I realize it is Alex's. I log out, get ready to log into my own, when I get a text. It's some guy claiming that I've been talking to his girlfriend. I'm about to text him and tell him that I have no idea who he is when I hear this sound from upstairs. It's two people having sex. I look up the steps at the room, and this guy walks out. At this point, I'll add that the home we were in had the feel of a really large silver metal mobile home. Anyway, I'm looking up the steps at this guy, who is kind of old, kind of balding, grey scraggly hair, grey beard, and I'm in this just really weird scenario and all of a sudden I'm lucid. I realize what is happening, and I don't freak out. For once in my life, I don't get overexcited, and I keep looking up the stairs and repeat to myself "this is a dream, you can do this, stabilize." Immediately as he walks down and starts talking, his voice starts to shift, as if the dream is in danger of falling apart. I don't allow this to happen. I focus on what he is saying, willing my mind to fill in the sensory data. I focus on the feel of the floor beneath my feet, and how my body is feeling at the time. I focus on the smell of the room. I focus on as many things happening around me as I can, and I force my mind to fill in sensory data for all of it, sensory data that makes sense. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he's asking me what we should do in this situation, and he seems somewhat hostile. I strike him on the top of the head. I feel the texture of his scalp, I feel the impact of my hand hitting it. This is fantastic. I tell him to take me upstairs. The dream is stabilizing. He starts to do so... and then my alarm goes off. It was a brief lucid because of my alarm, but the dream was actually stabilizing instead of falling apart, and I was incredibly excited, but I was controlling that excitement. That's the first time I've been able to hold a dream together without fear of it collapsing, and it happened by being hyperaware of my surroundings and forcing my mind to create tons of sensory data. Victory.


After waking up, I walked around some, then went back to sleep and had a non-lucid. I was driving to work; apparently I work at a whole foods here in montana, and apparently I have a car. I'm listening to some awesome version of "One For You, One For Me" by Bright Eyes, but it's a live version where mostly people who aren't Conor Oberst are siging, and he does like every other verse, while they constantly sing backup or lead. At this point I realize Bree is in the car, and I've been singing like an idiot the whole time. I apologize, but she says that it's fine. Something happens with the car, and we have to leave it. An Amish guy picks us up. We are going down the road in the back of his wagon, watching cars pass, he stops and pulls over to let some farmer with tons of sheep or cow or goats, can't remember which, and some weird hyper-real llama, the farmer and his animals being guarded by some kind of canadian mounted police, pass. We move on, his wagon almost flips over, but it's fine. Bree gets a call on her cell and he seems to get angry, so Bree hangs up, and she says something to him about apologizing and us "taking it slow..." and then we're at the Amish dude's house. Which is this incredible mansion built into the side of a mountain that is mostly just a massive cave formation with rooms built into it. This shit is really baller. Chris Tucker is there, turns out this Amish dude and Chris Tucker are good friends. He offers me an alcoholic beverage, which is like an orange or purple slushy with tons of alcohol in it, I take purple of course, and offer the orange one to Bree. Now Kyle is with us. He asks me for one, and tell him he'll have to ask the Amish dude. Then we hang out in the mansion for just a few more minutes... then I wake up. And here I am.