The Labrynth of the Mind

75mg vitamin B6 before bed.

My friend the spy

I am visiting with my brother's fiancee for some reason. As we are visiting, people start chasing us. It turns out that she is some kind of a spy, and there is an organization out to get her. We go running across the rooftops of some city, chased by people who are shooting.

Later on I am discussing this adventure with someone, and reflecting on how I didn't mind running along ledges and other death defying stunts when I was being chased. I also wonder if this girl has a sister that might be single.

Grandfather falling on hard times

My Grandfather has lost a lot of money somehow, and is trying to raise money. Some creepy looking guys show up, and they begin discussing the possibility of him selling the grandkids as slaves. After the creepy guys leave, I make sure that my Grandfather really isn't planning to sell us to them.

I solve a mystery

My family and I are standing outside watching an airplane. The plane is flailing around strangely in the sky, flying way up into the air and then back down. Then it starts to shake, and fall apart. It breaks into pieces, and falls to the ground. Actually, it falls into some kind of water because it creates a small tidal wave that I am concerned will hit us. By the time it reaches us though, it just makes our feet wet.

We are seperated from the airplane crash by a bunch of shelving, or something like that. As I examine all of these things, I (or we) are reminded of something that happened that is in some way related. I crawl under the shelves to examine the wreck (which is now part of a satellite), and poke around looking for bodies, I think. I don't see any, but I do find an electronic device that makes something important click in my mind. I've solved the case! I seem to recall the dream starting to get creepy around now, but when I solve the case everything brigthens and becomes cheerful. I think I become Monk again, or at least I pretend that I am. "I've got it!" I shout behind me. "Here's what happened," I begin, but I don't remember what happened.

Small WILD

I wake up in bed. As I usually do any more, I do a nose pinch RC. I can still breathe which puzzles me at first. But as I realize that I must be dreaming I also seem to become aware that I am waking up, or am awake already and I haven't even pinched my nose. I don't know if this part happened or if it was a false awakening, but I decide to try a WILD from this point. Or maybe it's a DEILD, I forget what the exact technique is here. Anyway, a dream forms around me within seconds. I find myself walking into an electronics store with a friend. I'm not very satisfied with this dream, although I don't know why looking back on it. I try to find ways to anchor myself to the dream. My friend sits down with a sort of Iphone or IPad. I look around, trying to hold on. I can't remember what happens after this.

I don't remember much from last night, although I believe I had a decent amount of dream activity.

Tunnels and strange archetecture

I am at the bottom of a deep shaft. It is kind of dark here. I believe that this is some place within the lower parts of Aperture Laboratories. I think I am trying to find my way out or something. I remember dreaming of this place before. It isn't exactly like Aperture from Portal, but it could easily fit in. Anyway, there are long corridors, stairs, and things I have to jump over.

Amish pancake breakfast

I am serving pancakes to Amish people. There are a bunch of Amish kids, who say funny things that I can't remember. The pancakes look really good, and I am pretty hungry, but I can't eat until I am done serving. It seems like a lot of people have to be served, too.

At this point someone wakes me up in real life. At first I am a bit annoyed, because the pancakes looked really good and now I won't get any.

Sometimes I'm too lazy to do it, but WBTB is definitely worth the trouble. Another 2 or 3 lucid dreams in a row, seperated by a few FA's so it's difficult to tell how many different dreams there were. Too bad my recall isn't any better.

Friend's house

I am at a friend's house. I don't know what tips me off, but I do a nose pince RC and realize that I can breathe. I become lucid, and work on stabilizing the dream. I also work on trying to convince my friend that this is a dream. My friend doesn't believe it. He looks into the living room next to us.

"I think I'll turn on a light in there, unless you can do it with your 'magical powers'" he says in a sarcastic tone.

I think about trying to turn the lights on just by thinking about it, but I'm not sure how. Instead, I run into the room and try a bit of anti-gravity tricks. My friend still doesn't believe me. He walks to the light switch on the wall. I run up to the wall and onto the wall like Spiderman. I climb up to the ceiling. My friend is still skeptical.

We go into the kitchen. There is a woman sitting at the table who looks like my mother. Perhaps she is my mother. Things get a bit fuzzy after this. I believe that I tried summoning Monk to try the dream avatar posession technique again, but it doesn't work too well. I also try slowly doing a 360 degree turn, examining everything around me, which I read in someone's dream journal was a good technique. This helps a little.

Back home

I wake up. Wary of FA's, I do a nose pinch RC. Things look normal around me, but to my surprise I can still breathe. I think of ways to increase dream time or stability, and notice a stopwatch next to my bed. I pick it up, and watch the hands ticking. Interestingly, they tick regularly, just like in real life. To be honest, they skip a beat now and then, but for the most part the watch ticks like normal. I remember someone's post on Dreamviews about watching a clock, and how it extended dream time. I lay in my bed, and watch the second hand.

tick-tick-tick-tick, it ticks like normal. I watch it for 30 seconds, surprised that dream clock could work so regularly. I wonder if this will increase dream time. Already it has given me a stable dream for about 30 seconds.

I get out of bed, holding the stopwatch to my ear and hearing the ticking. Whenever it stops ticking, which it does every once in a while, I point at it and say "tick" and it starts again. I keep counting the ticks trying to use this to anchor me to the dream. I concentrate on increasing the vividness and stability of the dream. On my way out the door of my bedroom, I see a hand made sign posted next to my door that says "remember to increase vividness".

I chuckle to myself and start downstairs, all the while repeating the commands "increase vividness" and "increase stability" and now and then demanding another "tick" from the watch. I run my hand along the railing to try to anchor myself. Much of this dream centers on me walking around the house trying to increase the vividness of the dream. I try summoning Monk again, once in the kitchen and once in the living room, but it doesn't seem to work. I seem to have a mental block about controlling some things in dreams, even though I know it is a dream. Still, this dream seems to last a bit longer than dreams have been for a while. Maybe it was the watch that helped.

False Awakening

I wake up. I go downstairs to the bathroom and brush my teeth. As I turn to leave the bathroom, I notice something is weird with my vision. I seem to be taller than the door, and then I notice that my head bumps against the ceiling. I think something about the possibility of a dream, but I decide to do an RC to make sure. I pick up a bottle of hand soap and try to read the ingredients. Nothing makes sense. I'm dreaming.

I leave the bathroom, and decide to go outside and have some fun. For some reason, I feel that I should be quiet going out so I don't wake everyone up. I unlock the back door, and slip out into the sunshine. I decide to try some flying, and jump into the air. I bounce around a bit on the ground, which is fun too. I realize that it helps to stabilize the dream and increase vividness by running and being active, so I run around like a mad man.

I find myself driving in a car. This is a false awakening, because I have forgotten all about the lucid dream. This may even have happened later in the morning, but I seem to feel that it happened after the last lucid part ended. I am listening to a call in talk show on the radio, and the man talking is broadcasting from near where I am driving. People are pulling over to talk to him, or else pulling into the driveway of a park off to the left to turn around. I pull into the park behind them.

I do a nose pince RC for some reason, and find that I can breathe. This is rather unexpected, and I am a bit skeptical. I pinch harder, but can still breathe. "OK kiddies," I say out loud, "if these failed RC's continue I am going to have to pull over and figure this out." I look at my digital clock, which is wrong when I'm awake anyway but is consitent. It looks OK, but when I look again it has changed, and even displays the letter "F".I'm dreaming.

I pull over, and turn off the car. Getting out, I think of what to do. I remember that staying active and moving is helpful in maintaining the dream, and also how exhillerating it felt in my other dream to bounce into the ground and splash through puddles. I jump onto the hood of my car, onto a picknick table, and into the tree above me. I remember feeling as though I had to prove this was a dream (I may have still had mental reservations), and I am a bit concerned because I'm not floating as well as usual. Gravity seems to be OK. But then I jump from the tree and launch myself into the air, and flying works decently. I aim for a few puddles, and splash into them, bouncing up into the air as though the puddles were springboards. Water does that for some reason in my dreams. Then I skim low across the ground until I wake up. Just before waking up, I remember hearing the man on the radio (or some voice) talking to someone. I can hear him saying, "you say you have nothing against Mormonism, so why are you talking about demon possession while you are talking about Mormons?"

Another busy morning. As a result, I had to wait all day to journal so my recall isn't so good.

Weird vitamins

I am at my grandparent's house. Someone has made up packets of vitamins for myself and some family members. I look into the packet that I am given at the vitamins. There are some pills and odd looking herbs, and a worm. The longer I look, the more worms appear in the packet. Apparently the worms have medicinal properties and are good for us. I don't like the idea of eating them, but I think I do anyway. It doesn't taste too bad really. More like gummy worms than anything.

Meeting the Emperor

I am on a field trip or vacation of some sort. There is a girl there who is kind of cute, but a little odd. For one thing, she is dressed like a leprechaun. I can't tell if I think that is cute or weird, but she seems to like me. We sit near each other and now and then she holds my hand when we walk. We go into a building, going upstairs.

Somehow, I become a soldier in the revolutionary war. It is still the same setting and the same building, but a couple of centuries earlier apparently. I have to meet the "Emperor" of England to discuss the terms of the American Colonies. I go into a huge room, which is dark and apparently contains a lake. The Emperor is sitting on a throne in the middle of a lake, and people who have been granted and audience are expected to crawl to him along a path over the water. I refuse to crawl, and walk out to the Emperor even before he calls me. I don't like the guy's arrogance, and I'm an American anyway.

I tell him that the Colonists want independance. He tells me that I will have to schedule an appointment to talk to him. He says that it isn't so much his idea, but people will get mad at us if I don't get an appointment. Not only that, but he is apparently so great that only really extraordinary people can talk to him on such short notice. He suggests that I talk to his receptionist, and pretend that I was dead but came back to life, or something like that. Apparently that is the scale of importance that I have to meet to talk to him.

I go back into the hallway and find what I think is the receptionist's office. I think instead of saying I was dead and came back to life I will tell her I was blind but now I can see. It turns out though that this isn't the receptionist's office. The lady gives me directions to the receptionist.

"Go out this door and to your right," she says. "Take the elevator with the red door..." I forget the rest of the directions. I go out into the hallway again, but have some difficulty trying to find the rest of the way.

Michelle Bachman

I am visiting my grandparents. I have been spending a few nights at their place, and it is time for me to head home. My brother is going to do something first, and my grandfather (who is a retired pastor) is going to visit someone in the hospital. Apparently, Michelle Bachman has been visiting friends at my Uncle's church, and has had an accident. My grandfather explains that he is going to visit her.

I debate whether I should go with my brother or my grandfather, and decide that it would be neat to meet Michelle Bachman on such informal terms. I decide that since the hospital is not far out of the way for me, I should follow my grandfather there and then go home from the hospital.

There is a whole scene involving me and the GPS, looking for the power cord etc., which is too boring to try and recall right now. Cut to the hospital.

As we are driving I wonder if they will let us in to visit. After all, she is a presidential candidate, and it seems unlikely that people can just wander in when they want to. I worry about secret service people. But it seems that clergy has a special priveledge, and my grandfather says nobody will mind if my grandmother and I come along.

We arrive at the hospital. My grandparents and I sit in the waiting room. Ms. Bachman apparently has a few visitors already. I run over in my mind how to address her, realizing that I can't remember if she is a senator or a congresswoman. I decide to just say "hey".

Eventually, the nurse calls us back. Someone opens the hospital room door, and my grandfather ushers my grandmother and I in. I walk in behind my grandmother, and find that there is nobody in the room. There is some nice furniture, and it is set up almost like a living room. There are some chairs and a couch in front of a fireplace, and a sort of hospital bed in one corner. But apparently this is not the hospital room. It is kind of a waiting room that is part of a hospital room suite. Michelle is in another section, and once again we have to wait our turn.

I notice that there are some other people in the room waiting to see her as well. There are some kids in their late teens or early twenties with a trifold poster board, pracitcing a presentation on injuries. They figure that they can get Michelle Bachman to work on something to protect kids from sports injuries, counting on her recent experience in the hospital to give them traction.

My mother calls me back to the original waiting room for a second. I forget why. I tell her we are about to go back to see Ms. Bachman, and I try to show her the way back. But as we walk, the hospital seems to become confusing. It used to just be a short hallway and a door, but now there is a huge area set up like the inside of an airport. The more I walk, the more confusing it gets. I try to jog, but it is that frustrating kind of movement I always get when I try to move quickly in a dream. I retrace my steps, thinking I have overshot the original hallway that leads to the hospital room.

"Argh!" I think. "Of all times for Mom to show up and pull me away." Somehow I know that my grandfather is now visiting with Michelle, and I am missing the chance to visit. "This kind of thing is always happening to me. Why is it always like this? As soon as I get the chance of a lifetime, something happens to take me away, and then I can't find my way back. It's like one of those frustrating dreams I am always having!"

More out of frustration than anything, I decide to do a reality check. "Maybe this is a dream," I think. But I only think it in a frustrated way. I don't really think it is a dream, I'm just annoyed. I quickly count my fingers, and there are 5 of them. Nothing unusual there. I don't do any other reality check, because I "know" this is reality and I only did the RC to make a statement anyway. "I guess I'm awake," I say.

Then I wake up.

Sweet Shop

I get a job working in a candy store. This dream goes on for a while, but much of it seems to center around all the tasty things that I keep wanting to eat. There are sick kids too, who keep coughing near me. There is a dish of some kind of candy that I sneak bites of every once in a while. I think I am working with my brother.

Pathetically missed dreamsign

I go to use a public restroom. I am trying to find one with decent privacy. I wander into a men's room, and find a stall. The lights don't seem to work well in there, and part of the restroom is dark. Even where I am it is dimly lit. I have some uneasy thoughts about "things" lurking in the darkness. I comfort myself by thinking that I am in a light place, but I know that "the things can look at me out of the darkness"

I have had some changes in my sleep schedule lately. As a result, there goes my dream recall. Here are a few fragments:

Bluesmobile

Someone has broken down in the middle of a road. I help them push their car. The car looks like the Blues Brothers' car, and I ask the guy if it is the same make and model. He says it isn't, but he has painted it to look that way. We push it through an intersection and into the parking lot of a gas station.

Animals in the building

I am in a big building of some sort. On one floor, there are a whole lot of animals. It is like a pet store or a dog show. There is a short hallway, with one room containing the animals and a room behind a wall next to it where there are cages and a wide open space. This seems to be a kind of Green Room for the animals, I guess.

There are dogs in a small tubs on the floor, where people can pet them. The dogs are rather odd looking, like a cross between a dog and a ferret.

Somebody tells me to go to another floor. Their friend or relative is on floor 2, I believe. I am supposed to go to floor 2, walk straight down a hallway, make a left, and make a right and I will find him. Or something like that. I have a hard time following what the directions are.

I get to floor 2, which is rather chaotic. There are animals there, including a gorrilla, a cheeta, and a lion. There are people walking either on stilts or carrying people on their shoulders, so that they appear to be giants. Like you see sometimes at the fair or a circus. I follow the directions, but I can't find who I am looking for. I begin to think that the person I am looking for is a famous animal trainer or zookeeper. I go back to the elevator I came out of, and go the other direction down the hallway.

I come across a bench with about 5 or 6 dark skinned men of African desent sitting there waiting for something. Then a crowd of flashily dressed people flood the hallway (which was alread crowded with strangely dressed people). A parade is forming, with people in middle eastern/ancient Egyptian costumes carrying a large banner in the front. The parade is led by King David, who leads the parade singing praises to the Lord. Behind him are a lot of people carrying some kind of stretcher with food on it. Not wanting to be left out, I join the crowd and grab on to part of the stretcher. We advance down the hallway, and I notice a lot of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in front of me. I begin to eat one, although I notice that another person doesn't like something about how melty the chocolate chips are. I like that the best.

My focus has shifted to the cookies, and now comes back to my surroundings, which have changed. Instead of a parade I am now in my brother's house. Some family shows up and they go into the basement. I can hear partying going on but am preoccupied with something. Finally I get a chance to go down, but the part has mostly broken up. There are pieces of PVC pipe laying around, which apparently was part of something everyone was working on together. They were also listening to a rock and roll band, which is still playing, I think.

Phone call

My family and I are getting ready to go on vacation somewhere. I am going to spend a night somewhere to the south of us, having some obligation. It's a bit fuzzy here, and I'm not sure but it seems like I shouldn't go on vacation but am skipping some other obligation to do so.

We are outside and my cell phone rings. It is a lady that I am aquainted with, but don't know too well. I don't know why she would be calling me. I answer the phone, but the voice is too garbled to understand. She repeats her message, but I still can't understand her so I laugh and hang up.

I have been experimenting with peanut butter, of all things. In previous night I was taking vitamin b-6 as well, but last night I decided to just try two tablespoons of peanut butter before bed. I may not get a chance to journal for a long time today, so here are some quick notes.

Successful WILD?

I was attempting a WILD here. Realizing how fast I slip into a dream after the first hints of HI, I decided to forgo counting, relaxation techniques, or mind alertness methods and focus on myself in a dream. At some point (I don't remember exactly when, it may or may not have even been part of this but for some reason I thought it was) I wake up. Or I think I wake up anyway. I look at my hand as a RC. I have 6 fingers. A classic RC.I realize that I'm dreaming. I sit up in bed, and things look completely normal except that I know it's a dream. I throw off my blankets, but I can't remember anything else.

A series of false awakenings, and some lucidity

I have some long involved dream with gangsters. There are fish in the back of a car, and I make it seem like they have been dead a long time. Kind of weird, but it seemed vitally important at the time. After a while, the adventure takes us to an old building with stone steps. I know that if one of the bottom steps is removed, another set of steps will show up leading down into a passage in the ground.

Somehow I find myself back in bed. The gangsters are in my bedroom. I don't know if I thought I woke up or not. The light is on, and think I had better turn it out. I turn it off, but one gangster tells me I had better turn it back on again. I try, but it won't come on. I think it must be because I turned it off and on so fast, and the bulb is burnt out. I try the switch on the wall. Nothing.

"Must have blown a fuse," I think. But I also remember that lights not working right is a dreamsign. I plug my nose and try to breathe. At first I am confused, because I actually can still breathe but I could swear I was awake. I pinch my nose harder, but I can still breathe. I realize I am dreaming. I walk out into the livingroom, and look around. Things are fading a bit, but I hang onto some things to try and stabilize it. I keep saying "increase stability" over and over. I hang onto an open door, which helps a bit. But when I let go, the dream almost ends. I become dangerously aware of my body asleep in bed. Trying to forget that, I try a technique of slowly spinning and looking at all of my surroundings. This helps somewhat.

The dream is still threatening to break up. I pace up and down the living room, shouting "increase vividness" and "increase lucidity" over and over. I walk into the kitchen, and think maybe some excitement would help. "Create monsters!" I shout, but then think better of it and say "well, maybe no monsters." I walk into the living room, and try to summon someone but it fails.

I find myself in bed. I get up and walk out into the living room, remembering my dream. Things are decorated for Christmas, which they are in real life but not as much. I look at the computer clock, but interestingly it seems normal.Somehow though I realize this is a dream. I can't quite remember what I did in this dream (I'm losing recall the longer I am awake) but it wasn't much anyway.

I find myself awake in bed. I get up and walk into the living room. My mother is sitting there, and I tell her about my dreams and false awakenings.

"I just kept thinking I was awake!" I say. I make a joke about an alarm clock, and how it would be good if I had one set in case this was a dream also. How would I ever know when to wake up for real if I thought I was awake already? I don't seem to doubt that I am actually awake this time.

I realize I need to get ready for school. I have to leave by 6:00 or 7:00, but I can't remember exactly when I have to be there. I thought for sure I didn't even need to get up until 8:00, but my mother thinks differently.

I wake up again. There is a single mother in my room. For some reason, I don't know anything about this woman but I know that she is a single mother. She is also a pillow. It's kind of weird. I don't even know if I'm lucid or not at this point, things are a bit confusing.

Eventually I wake up again. Unless this is also a false awakening, which RC's tell me isn't the case, I actually do need to leave. Needless to say, I woke up again from that last false awakening, and no reality check has failed so far.

Once again I was unable to journal when I woke up this morning. I had a lot of dreams last night, but I can't remember so much of them.

Food

I am in a big building, which I think is my former college. I go to a little cafe to buy some supper. I get a pizza or something. It seems to be a big decision.

More food

My family and I are somewhere, in a hotel or something. My parents want to buy a trailer/camper. They spend a lot of money on something, and we go to check it out. It turns out that what they buy is a little box, or a microwave, or something like that. Meanwhile, we look at a girl's pickup truck. The paint job on the pickup truck is weird, and has a strange texture that looks really weird close up.

We go to a tire store. In this store, there are cookies for sale. The cookies look really good to me, so I pick a few up. We go to check out, and the person behind the counter starts to add up the total. With each cookie (I only bought about 4) the price gets higher. The total comes to about $30, at least. It may even be more like $100. I get a little annoyed, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the money, so I leave the cookies at the counter until I can come back with it.

I ate some peanut butter last night before bed, for the tryptophan content. I also took about 75mg of vitamin b-6, hoping to convert some of that tryptophan to serotonin. I had many dreams last night, but my recall is still terrible. I know I dream a lot, but I can remember only a little.

Chased by Nebuchadnezzar

I am somewhere, being chased by Nebuchadnezzar. He is animal-like, although I don't recall if he was in one of his animal phases. He is chasing a lot of people. I crawl under a couch to hide, which seems to be a clever thing to do. At times, it isn't Nebuchadnezzar but somebody else (the police?). One of my tactics seems to involve holding my breath and counting. There is more to this dream but I can't remember it.

Dream journal

I am in a library somewhere taking books off of shelves. One of them is my dream journal, and I realize that I should write in it. I dream something about lucid dreams, but don't become lucid.

I don't remember much from last night. It may have been that I didn't get as much sleep as usual, or because I took cough medicine before bed.

Fragments

There is a baseball game going on. A famous pitcher is having some trouble, or is disliked by the manager of the team, or something. The manager will not let him play, but instead has him in the bullpen the entire game. The pitcher is warming up by pitching balls to a virtual reality type animation, like a large Wii type video game.

In another fragment somewhere, I am looking at dogs. Maybe I am buying a dog. I don't quite remember. It is a little terrier or Scotty dog, or something.

I took 100mg of vitamin b-6 before bed. I also took some cough medication before bed, which may or may not have had an effect.

Job interview

I have an event going on on the same day as a job interview. The interview is at 3:30, and I want to be sure to leave the event (archaeology dig?) by 2:30 to get there. It is just across town, but it will take about a half an hour to get to where the interview will be.

When I arrive at the place where we are having the event, I find my grandmother baking something. Or at least mixing something in a big bowl. She tells me that what she is making required $1000 worth of maple syrup. She points to the bowl.

"$1000 worth, and this is all I got for it," she says. I look at all the bottles next to her.

"How many bottles did you get for $1000?" I ask.

"Twelve," she says. I see that there is some syrup left in some of the bottles, and suggest that she add some more, but she explains that the syrup has to be specially prepared in order to be used. You can't just pour it straight from a bottle. And apparently she doesn't use all of the syrup in each bottle. She asks me to pick up a new bottle from the store though.

I go out to do something with the other people there. One of the people is my former supervisor/co-worker. After we are working for a while, I remember that I have the job interview. I look at the clock, which I think says it is just after 2:00, but it really is after 3:00. I work for a bit longer until I realize it is about 3:30. I have 10 minutes until the interview, and I hop into the car and start driving.

I don't exactly know where I am headed, but I have a GPS. I try setting the GPS while I am driving, but I can't see what I am doing very well so I pull over. I still can't see what I am doing very well (because it involves reading and entering words and numbers in a dream, but I don't realize that). I think that perhaps I should call the place I am going to try to set up a different interview time, or push it ahead to 4:30. I look for the telephone number of the company, but I have a hard time finding that as well.

Light up night

The small town that my cousin lives in is having a light up night. They were lighting up a Christmas tree, which only had one or two bulbs on it. They light up other things, but in the end only a few bulbs are lit for light up night. I am talking to my cousin about this later.

Writing a book

We are in some kind of a big barn. My family and I are upstairs, and I am trying to drop down to the bottom floor. I remember going down that way before, but I think somehow that I just jumped down. At first it doesn't look like too far of a drop, but looking again I see it is about 20 or 30 feet down. I decide not to jump, but to have my family lower me down with a rope instead.

I am also writing books. Actually, what I am doing is re-writing books that other people wrote. I wonder if people will accept the book, and if so I know I will make some money.

Bank Robbers

I am part of a group of bank robbers. We hold up a bank, and I think somebody gets shot. Later, we are laying around discussing our crime.

"What do you think," somebody (possibly our leader) says "about 30 each?"

"What, $30,000 each?" I ask.

"No, 30 years each. Maybe 30 to life. We did shoot someone after all."

"They'll never catch us." Another gang member says.

"Yeah they will," says our leader, "we shot somebody and robbed a bank. You think they'll just forget about us?"

Our leader thinks we should just sit around and wait to be arrested. He doesn't seem to think we even have any hope of getting away. I vaguely know that this is not real, and I am not really a criminal. But instead of becoming lucid, I just think that I ought to run away rather than go to jail for something I didn't do.

The police at this point have told us we are going to be arrested, but have left us alone. Maybe we are out on bail or something. It is understood that we won't run away, but I consider doing it anyway. I go outside, and think about running off into the woods. Again, I vaguely remember something about this being a dream, but I don't become lucid. I just remember that in previous dreams I can never run away, and it is just a frustrating experience because I can never run fast, or climb over obstacles when being chased. I don't want this to turn into another annoying "chase" dream. Besides, since I'm innocent, I think the right thing to do is probably just be honest and go to trial.

Well, this is embarrassing. I can't remember a single thing from last night. Not one image. Nothing. That hasn't happened for a while. I remembered something when I first woke up, but the memory was hard to focus on. Now it seems to be gone. Maybe I was too tired last night. I was out late.

Oh well... maybe tonight

Church

I show up late to church, and miss choir practice. Or else I got sidetracked once I got to church and didn't make it. I am messing around in the basement doing something, and realize that the service is starting. I decide not to enter through the side door to the sanctuary, since I have to cross to the other side of the room to get to where my family is sitting. I go around another way so as to be more discreet.

Concentration Camp

I am in a concentration camp. It seems to be like an episode of Hogans Heroes, because although I am a prisoner everything seems light hearted. The Germans have a shipment of new machine guns coming in, and we somehow get a hold of one. They are big guns, with ammunition included.

I go into a room where there is a table. We start drinking beer, or something. Some other guy pours the beer onto the table, and we lap it up. Knowing an easier way to drink, somebody makes a groove appear all the way around the table to catch the beer that is poured onto it. There are small resevoirs cut into the table as well.

There is a code of some sort I am trying to crack. Someone says it is related to a message that my Grandfather received 40 years ago. We aren't even quite sure what the message was, but I think it has to do with something weird that someone told him. This person had said a jumble of seemingly random words. I look at the paper with the code on it, which is also a bunch of random words. I try inserting letters from the phrase my Grandfather heard into the message, but I don't get anything meaningful.