The Labrynth of the Mind

Took 0.5 mg of melatonin before bed. Did a visualization MILD, visualizing my University.

Lucid Fragment

I am walking down the street near my university when I discover that I'm dreaming. I am able to change aspects of the landscape as I have visualized myself doing while awake.

Beautiful Women (fragment)

I am once again walking to class at the university. As I cut across a parking lot, a bunch of beautiful women show up. They are either African or African American, and look like models. I walk along with them, or they walk along with me, or something. Maybe this is even part of the above dream, but I can't remember.

Kids in Danger

I am in my own home (which also seems to be another place, maybe my old church). There are a bunch of kids with me. There is some kind of adventure going on, like a Boxcar Children story, or Tom Sawyer. I am a kid in this dream, named Taylor, or Huck, or Oliver or something like that. The other kids are out in our main living room, and there are bad guys outside. There is an adult with us, who leaves to do something that is supposedly important. I don't trust this guy.

Upon leaving us kids alone, the man says "keep watching out this window. Don't go anywhere or do anything, just keep watching. If they come, this is the window they will come through."

I know that there is a window upstairs that the villains may come through. I also have a feeling that the man is in with the bad guys. I decide to go watch out the back window. On the way, I stop in the closet to get a gun to take with me. I look in the closet, and see my 20 gauge and my father's 12 gauge shotgun. We have a couple of .22 handguns in there, but the shotguns are more powerful. I pick up my father's shotgun, and look for some ammunition. There is a box of shells on a kind of wooden ledge above the guns, but they seem to be fishing lures. I root through and find some shells I think will work, and drop them into the shotgun.

I run back to the back door (also the front door of my RL home) with my gun. I look out the window, and apparently see something. I dash out the front door, snapping the shotgun shut. Then I run a little ways, in pursuit of the bad guys.

While I'm running, I notice the shotgun seems awkward to carry. I look down, and see that it has more than the one barrell it usually has. As I look, I first count 2, then 4, and finally 6 or 8 barrells. Not only that, there are two triggers.

"How strange," I say to myself. "I know that this gun only has one barrell. What could be going on?" Immediately the thought comes to my mind "I must be dreaming. There's no other logical explanation."

I look around. Everything seems so real, it doesn't seem possible that I am dreaming. But there is no other explanation for the gun, and I know that I often think my dreams seem real. I turn around and head back for the house. "I'm dreaming," I say again, trying to grasp the idea. It just seems so real.

On my way back to the house, the plot and the realism overcome my realization that this is a dream, and I loose lucidity again.

Private Eye

I am a private detective. I have an office in a large city, which is also my current university, which is also my former university. Inside this office, you can walk into a sort of screen which hides your image from the outside. While I am hidden like this, my partner goes out onto the front porch of our office with a beautiful woman. I know the woman is trouble, but it's his decision. I watch from the inside, hidden behind this screen, while the woman shoots my partner. Then she shoots a few witnesses.

"We'd better shoot all the witnesses," her accomplice says.
"I don't see anyboy else around," she says, "nobody is in the building. Come on, let's get out of here."

I pick up my gun, and dash out the front door after them. They travel down the road, and turn left. I follow. They go down an alley, and I pull out my gun to be ready in case I come across them suddenly. Looking down the alley, I can see a house at the end that they are headed towars. It is one of the houses that I lived in when I was little. Apparently, this is their hideout.

I inspect my weapon, and notice that it is not a gun at all, but my set of throwing knives. I guess that's better than nothing, so I pull one out in case I need it. I look again, and I see it is once again a handgun. Then I remember that I never put bullets in the gun. At first I think that I keep the gun loaded, but upon closer inspection I see that the chambers are empty. I grimace with disgust at my oversight. What kind of detective am I?

I turn back towards the office. As I walk, crowds of people fill the street. The street is also a hallway now, I am at one of my colleges and classes are just letting out. I turn towards my office, which is now the maintenance section where I used to work. I need to get back, but some girl I know comes up to me. She wants me to look at her pictures, by which she means she wants me to go to her adult website. I don't really want to do this, but she keeps insisting. She shows me some rather obscene pictures of herself, but I manage to push past her to my office. Around here the dream ends.

I took 800 mg of valerian before bed last night. As often happens after taking valerian, I had some very unsettling dreams. Perhaps not so much what others would call nightmares, but so vivid as to be hard to go through.

Nursing Home

I go to a nursing home to visit my great aunt. She is supposedly suffering from Alzheimer's, but seems to be bright and talkative. In fact, she is almost a little overbearing. She keeps talking real loud, laughing, and telling stories. I wonder if she really has Alzheimer's, or is somehow cured.

Death of my Father

My father goes to a doctor's appointment. On the way, he calls me, and tells me that he is dying. There is nothing I can do to save him, as he is having a heart attack right on the spot.

For a while after this, the dream is spent in tears. This dream really felt like RL, due in part to the valerian supplement. I go home, and my mother informs me that they found my father's body. I say that I know. We cry together. After a time, I think that perhaps I should try to go on with life as usual.

I look up. My father is sitting on the couch. "Enough of this crying," he says. "What are we going to do tonight?" We look at him, and my mother says something about how loved ones will appear after their death when you are in mourning. He disappears, and I go back to crying. He shows up again once or twice, and appears to act like nothing is unusual. I know it is not real, though.

A little later in the dream I am talking with someone. We are discussing grief, and how I shouldn't cry too much. I bring up a part I read in CS Lewis' "A Grief Observed" where he talks about giving in to tears as almost a self-indulgant pleasure. I say that an honorable person should not do that.

Baseball

I am at a basebell game, watching the Cleveland Indians win some kind of championship game. They hit the winning home run, and it comes my direction. I am unable to catch it, and it goes out of the stadium. I get really excited about the Indians winning.

Still happy and excited, I walk down the street, leaving the stadium. I look at the yard of a house on my right, which is just behind the stadium. I see a baseball sitting in the yard, and can see a path in the snow running from the direction of the ballpark, as though it had landed and then slid across the ground before coming to a stop. I know that this is the home run winning baseball. I pull it over to me with my foot since there is a wooden fence around the yard and I don't want to trespass. I am about to pick up the ball when I realize that perhaps if it is in their yard it rightfully belongs to them. I debate about this, knowing that the winning ball will be worth something. I think that the honest thing to do is to bury the ball under snow, and send a letter to the owner of the house telling them that the ball is in their yard.

Visiting my Old College

I am in the parking lot of the community college that I used to attend. I decide to go in and check the place out, not really having an excuse. I walk into the lobby, and say hello to the receptionist who I used to know. There are two ladies sitting behind the desk who barely notice me, so I say hello again. They look up, but don't seem to recognize me.

I walk down the hallway, which is full of people. Classes are letting out, I think. I don't even consider the possibilit that this is a dream, even though it is one of my most common dreamsigns. Down the hallway to my right is my old boss, whom I used to work for while I attended classes at this college. I don't feel like talking to him or anyone I used to know for some reason, so I walk the other way and try to blend in with the crowd.

Grandfather's Ph.D.

We are at my grandparents' house. My mother and I are discussing my Grandfather's attempt to get a Ph.D. "Why not?" we say, "he has already published 8 books." I look at a bookshelf of books, all written by my grandfather.

Yeah, that's it. What kind of dream recall was that?!

I have been very busy for the past week with exams to study for, and rather stressed. As a result, I have not been keeping up with my dream journal and my recall is getting a little out of shape. Last night I was a little on edge, so I took 800mg valerian. I slept briefly from 12:30am to about 3:00, and then had difficulty getting back to sleep. I took approximately 1/4mg of melatonin at this point. I then briefly attempted a MILD, but my mind was so restless it was difficult to keep any mantra or visualization. Nonetheless, I appear to have been successful in something

Beat Up

... I am part of a much larger adventure. We are in school or a library or something, possibly in Japan. It might even be a hotel. There is a large swimming pool in one room, and we are chasing after some villain. I apprehend this guy in the pool room, which is also some kind of laboratory. Cornered, he turns on me.

The guy is Japanese, and much larger than I am. I am no match for him, and we circle around a set of shelves containing chemical equipment and some glassware. I think to myself "this is a very odd situation. Not only that, I'm in a school, near a swimming pool, and there are lots of other things that are dreamsigns. I don't ordinarily fight Japanese guys in real life. I'll bet I'm dreaming."Sure enough, I soon realize, I am!

My Japanese opponent takes advantage of my temporary disorientation upon realizing that I am dreaming. As I stand there laughing to myself and patting myself on the back, he jumps around to my side of the shelves and closes in. "Ha ha!" I laugh, "You do realize this is a dream, don't you? You're no match for me!"

He continues to come towards me. I decide I had better stabilize the dream, so I try a dream posession technique like the one I had great success with in a lucid dream last week. I decide to try to posess my opponent, but he won't stand still. I can see that he won't cooperate for me, and I remember that part of the success last time came from the fact that I posessed my dream self, Monk. I summon Monk.

"Monk," I order, "Appear right here." I indicate to the spot next to me. I look, and there he is, waiting. I step sideways until I should be standing in the same spot as him, and blink a few times until I am seeing with his eyes. I am starting to get this posession technique down, but it was not easy to complete last night because the Japanese fellow was still attacking me.

"Wait a minute!" I say, not quite understanding why he is still playing his part. "Let me stabilize this dream." He doesn't wait, but takes a swing at me. I glance around quickly, trying to notice details and activate my senses. I am partially successfull in this, though it is not easy to do a proper job of it with a huge thug trying to pulverize my skull.

"OK," I say, visiously turning on my assailant, "If that's the way you want it, fine! You're no match for me, this is my dream. I'm lucid, you know."

The Japanese thug just sneers at me, and swings at me again. "Watch this," I say. I visualize a force of energy coming out of my finger, and into the stomach of my attacker. Not much happens, so I thrust at him, feeling the energy as I do so. He looks down at his stomach, as though I had just poked him. Then he laughs.

"You really thought that that would work?" he roars, "Well watch this!" He punches me in the stomach and I double over. Then he grabs me by the shoulders, and throws me into the wall. My breath is knocked out of me. This is not going at all well. Pinning me against the wall by the shoulders, he peers into my face (all this time smiling in a self-satisfied way as though he knows DC's aren't supposed to do this). "What about this?" he says, punching me in the face. "How is the dream going now?" Then he slaps my face a couple of times, pulls back his fist, and delivers a punch directly between the eyes that wakes me up.

At the Lake

My famliy and I are at a lake. It is on that I used to dream of more frequently, but have not for a while. We wade a little bit at a beach, and come across some large rocks in the water. My Dad starts climbing around on them, jumping from one to another. There is one jump he is hesitant to make, but when I get out onto the rocks I attempt the jump. It isn't like you fall very far if you miss, the rocks are only a few inches out of the water. I miss one jump, and splash into the water. My parents chuckle, and that's all that happens. Pretty anticlimactic for a dream after taking valerian.

There be Giants

We are in a place with many tunnels. I'm not entirely sure who we are, but I think is it something like the crew of the starship Enterprise. But I'm also at my grandparents' house. Anyway, it is more like a huge sewer system. Many adventures take place that are a little fuzzy when I try to recall them, but they invlolve some mythtical creatures and some robots. A robot crawls inside of the Moon, which somehow causes time to stand still. This does something with a giant.

We now have to defeat this giant. The location is like a shopping mall now. An element of romance has been added, as I am trying to win a girl I believe. There are other people around. I can't remember what they are supposed to be doing. Anway, we can hear the footsteps of the giant down one of the tunnels. They get closer and closer, and we realize we had better seek cover. I try to run up a narrow set of stairs, but the giant follows. There is a scene where two of us and the giant are running around and around the stairs, jumping down to a lower part of the stairwell and running back up again. Then I run into a department store and hide among the shelves.

The giant is captured, and some of our group sets to work on performing a labotomy or something. They open it's skull, and pour in some liquid. A few minutes later, the giant wakes up. I am afraid that he might turn on us again, so I stay in hiding (for some reason, I was a big coward in this dream). Soon the giant approaches the place where I am hiding. Some of my companions come running in to tell me that everything is OK, and the giant is harmless now.

Sleeping In

I sleep in late. It is about 9:30 when I get up, and I go down to have breakfast in my pajamas. For breakfast, I have a bowl of soup that my mother keeps saying is too thin, and that she needs to add more water. While I am eating (I think the soup is pretty good, and hope that she doesn't add more water) a guy walks in to the kitchen. He is a plumber, and is working in the basement. I am a little annoyed, as it makes me look like a slob to be sitting around in my pajamas while people are working. Another guy comes into the room, who is the assistant. We talk about something plumbing related.

Mirror (fragment)

I am looking into a mirror. I am unable to get a clear image in the mirror, as I seem to keep going cross eyed (sort of).

I was probably up too late last night. My dream recall is bad, and the one lucid I remember was very short. I seem to remember being lucid a secondd time during the night, but I remember nothing else.

Not Fooled by a FA

I wake up, and leave my bedroom. At the top of the stairs, I remember to do a reality check. I realize that I am dreaming. As soon as I realize this, the dream fades to blackness, so quickly that I don't have time to do anything about it. Now in the Void, I decide to hang on until the dream starts again. Then I think perhaps I may be awake. I'm not sure which it is, but I decide if I'm awake to try to WILD or do a DEILD. However, while attempting this I lose lucidity.

I'm now dreaming that I am attempting to WILD. I remember something about "vibrations" occuring while doing this, and I think that I am supposed to shake around a lot. I am sitting in the basement now, trying this. Some other people are there coaching me...

... The fake WILD must be successful, as I find myself in a dream about war. We are fighting a battle on a snow bank. I am cracking jokes with my superior officers. There is more to it than this, but I'm having a hard time remembering. A girl is there, and we are fighting over her (?)...

Shopping for Camping Equipment

I am in the local outdoor sports store with my family. They have added two staircases that go up to a new floor. There is one in the clothing wing to the right, and another in the camping and fishing wing to my left. My father has bought a giant tent (in real life he just bought a fancy new boat) and I am going to check out camping supplies to go with it. Upon entering the camping section, I see that things have been moved around. I then see that things have been moved to make room for the new stairs. I decide to explore, and climb the stairs.

The staircase is really narrow, and people are bumping into each other. Towards the top, it is so small you have to turn sideways to get up. Another guy is on the stairs, and we remark about the narrowness of the steps to each other. I say something like "I hope no fat person tries to get up here". At the top is another part of the store, with more outdoor supplies.

Before bed I took a vitamin b supplement, as well as some vitamin b-6.

Dream Avatar Technique

I am walking from my car to the university in Cleveland where I take classes. I am following a girl who is talking on her cell phone. Even though I am following her, I can see her face. I look at this for a while, as she is nice looking and since she is turned away from me she won't be able to see me. I wonder how this can be, since I can see her face. I then realize it is because she is walking while turned a little to the side, moving forward with her head turned so as to see me.

False awakening (?) I continue walking, and thinking about the dream I had "last night". Then I realize that I haven't done an reality check yet today. I question whether or not I am dreaming, and find that I am dreaming. When I realize this, the dream begins to fade, and I either drift into waking state and then WILD back to the dream, or hang on even though things black out a bit. It isn't so much a matter of stabilizing the dream now, it is just that the dream is more like a daydream, or I am only half asleep. I remember something I read somewhere about trying to identify with your body in the dream. I attempt to do so.

I am still walking to class. I reach the building, and find myself outside the building and walking next to some large stone pillars. The girl is still with me.

"Transport yourself to your dream body", she says. I know that she means another DC, which represents myself. I also know that this DC is Monk (the detective. I have dreamed a couple of times now that I am Monk. It is kind of a dreamsign.)

"How am I supposed to find him? There are so many people, and he could be anywhere." I say.

"It's your dream," says the girl. "Put him where you want him to be."

I imagine Monk around the next pillar. Sure enough, when I reach the pillar, he is standing there. He is around the corner of the building, standing still in the street as though he is examining something. I approach him, and study him for a moment. In doing so, I assume a Monk-like attitude. Then I turn around and walk backwards so that I am standing in the exact same spot as him, facing the same direction. This is not hard to do, as Monk and I are one and the same anyway, just in two different places. Then I will myself to take his place.

Suddenly, everything becomes vivid. It is amazingly vivid, as I have often seen people describe their LD's. I look up at the sky, and see how vibrant and real the color is. Everything around me seems so real, and there is none of that "tunnel vision" that I often get in lucid dreams. Along with this comes a sense of exhilliration.

"Wow!" I shout with amazemet, "This is really vivid!" A guy walking by me in a suit and carrying a briefcase looks over at me, a little startled and amused. "Sorry," I say.

It is so vivid that I begin to wonder if I am really dreaming. I know that I am, but it all seems so realistic. I do a "finger through hand" and "nose pinch" reality check. Niether of them work, as RC's don't seem to work anymore in my dreams. Still, I know that I am dreaming, even though there is a tiny doubt in the back of my mind (small enough of a doubt for me to still consider this to be lucid).

Intoxicated with the exhilliration that seems to have come with the vividness of the dream, I race up a set of stairs on my right. There are lots of people around, but I don't care. I run about about 3 or 4 flights of stairs, and pause at the top.

"Paging Dr. S____," I hear a voice saying over a PA system. I begin to get confused now, thinking that I am supposed to be a doctor but at the same time thinking it is a dream. I know in order to perform surgery I need my backpack, which I left down on the street. "Even if I am dreaming" I think, "I don't want to take the chance of not responding to this page". I turn to go back down the steps, and open my eyes to find myself in bed.

At this point I look at the clock and realize it is past 9:00 am, and I had an engagement this morning. I feel like I could have returned to the dream, but I had to get up. I did a few RC's, but I was awake.

Geology Trip

I am on a geology trip with some other students. There is much that I cannot remember, but we end up on a ledge looking out over a ravine. There is a rainbow that can be seen caused by some spray coming off of a waterfall. Some students believe that at the end of this rainbow, there is a great mineral specimen. I realize that the rainbow is just an illusion, as you can move it by walking backwards.

The professor points down into the ravine, and shows us a tunnel. We are going to go into the tunnel. Somehow, I am helpful in doing this.

I watched Inception last night for the first time. Not realizing how long the movie was, I put it on at 11:30pm, and did not get to be until after 2:00am. This having been the last thing on my mind, I decided to use the movie as a target for a visualization MILD. By this time, I was awfully tired though, and it ended up simply being an incubation attempt as it was easier to just tell myself what to dream.

Sleeping in Class

I am in Chemistry class. The professor is really, really boring and students are nodding off and going to sleep. I nod off as well...
...After a time of what seems to be actual unconscious sleep, I wake up in class. Other students are waking up too. I feel a little bad for sleeping through the lecture, but it feels as though I couldn't help myself.

Inception II

This dream is not easy to follow. I don't even know if I was lucid or not. I was sort of the main characters in the movie Inception, so I would have been dreaming that I was lucid. Since most of the dream took place with me believing the plot was real, it probably wasn't fully lucid. But in parts all I knew was that the dream was just a dream. So, I'll make it purple in color for hald lucid and half non-lucid. I don't even know where this dream starts, but here goes.

I am sitting on the couch, talking with my family. Someone is going to deliver a truck full of concrete. There is a snowstorm going on, which I had been lost in at one point.

I am trying to convince my parents that this is a dream. I seem to be slipping from the couch into another dream, or dream level. I retain "lucidity" as I do so. Then I go back to the couch. I have a pair of pants that I think are too soft. I fill them with sawdust, and shake the sawdust out outside the back door. My mother thinks this is weird, but I explain that it will make the pants less slippery. I realize that that is not a normal thing to do, and see that it is more evidence that I am dreaming.

We go into another "level" of the dream. Now we are at Niagara Falls. We are looking around the place, and are in some kind of a gift shop. In one room is a lot of candy, and I consider buying some. However, up a sort of a walkway is another building, and one I have not seen in over ten years since the last time I was in Niagara Falls in real life. I think that this may be one of my only chances to see it for a while. And besides, it's part of the mission.

I walk up the ramp to the building. I know that it is just a dream, but I figure that it is drawn from memory, so there should at least be similarities. I don't really remember anything about the building in waking life, but I look around to take in as much detail as I can to compare.

Some confusion here. We do some things related to our mission, possibly going into another "level". There is the old guy in the hospital bed, and some girl. The girl is part of it, and has to do something that makes her so upset that she almost vomits. We explain to her what we are doing, and she feels a lot better. Still, she goes back to the bathroom as though she is going to vomit again. We stop her from doing this.

I think we return to the Niagara Falls level after this.

I will adopt the color coding convention from here on out, to make my lucid parts more distinguishable from the non-lucid parts. Blue is lucid, Red is non-lucid

I am with my mother, walking our dogs. One of them wanders into the neighbor's yard, and we go to get him. My mother starts out first, and I follow along behind. Partly across our field, something strikes me as odd, and I begin to question reality.

It becomes clear to me that I am dreaming. At first I am not sure, but the more I question the more obvious it becomes. With that discovery, things begin to fade, and to seem less like a dream and more like a daydream. To hold on, I kneel down and feel the snow.

I reach the neighbor's yard, and wonder what I should do I think about Hyu's dreams with Yuya, and how I would like to have that kind of experience.

I decide to try again to summon my dream guide. However, the dream begins to fade again, and I enter the Void. I am still lucid, but everything is blackness. I remember what someone told me about trying the "linear acceleration" technique to get out, and try that. It doesn't seem to work. I try spinning, for no good reason. What I am attempting is to become aware of my dream body again, I guess. Then "someone" suggests that I blow my nose. Maybe it was my dream guide, I don't know.

I seem to feel myself reaching up and blowing my nose with a tissue. But I think it is my physical body that does this, and I must be awake. I don't open my eyes, but try to lie still and do a WILD.

I don't think I really blew my nose and woke up. I didn't have a tissue, and I can't do that kind of thing while asleep anyway. So it must have been a false awakening. Upon reflection, what I ought to have done was open my eyes, do and RC, and continue the dream from there. Oh well, you live and learn.

I haven't been journalling for a few days, and this in addition to staying up too late has caused my recall to begin to weaken again. I had a bunch of dreams the night before last, but I can only remember bits and pieces.

02/09/11

I am at school. I am thinking about lucid dreaming, and decide to do a reality check. "How do I know if I am awake?" I ask myself. "I could be dreaming." I read a few lines of text on the powerpoint projector screen at the front of the class. Nothing unusual. I go back and read it again. Seems consistent. "Nose pinch RC has failed in the past," I think, "but reading text never fails. I must not be dreaming."

02/10/11

I am at home, and also in the Fun House (in Uru). I am thinking of doing a hack, and contemplate what I should do. I don't think I am good enough, but people keep encouraging me so I decide to try something. In the end, I decide to make my avatar look like Teddy Roosevelt and show up in character.

02/11/11

I am eating bologna. Lots and lots of bologna.

Failed RC

I am walking down a hallway in part of a much longer dream. This leads into a sort of place that is reminiscent of the food section of a fair. I recognize this as a dreamsign, and think that I had better do a reality check. I pinch my nose and try to breath. I can't but I try harder and for a little longer to be sure. I still can't breathe.

I think about trying to fly, but there are too many people around. I figure I would look silly trying to jump into the air, so I just decide to rely on the nose pinch RC.

Anyway, I continue walking in blissful ignorance down the hallway, and come to a set of stairs. Down these stairs is a little courtyard where supposedly I always go to get away from the crowded city. I don't remember it from real life, but I do know that there is something in my life that is like that place. It's a representation of something real. I think about going down to sit in the courtyard, but decide not to. There is a guy sitting down there on a picnic table. I look around, and see that there is graffiti all over the upper walls of the place. It detracts a little bit from the peacefullness, but I still like the courtyard.

Locutus of Borg

I am in a restaraunt somewhere, with my buddies from the Enterprise. I am one of the crew, I guess, but at the same time I know that Star Trek is a TV show. I have been away for a few days, and return to find that Captain Picard has been captured by the Borg, and rescued in my absence.

"Aww man," I say, "I always miss the Locutus episode. Well, I'll have to catch it the next time around. Now, let's see, if they show one episode a night, how many nights will it take to get through the whole series and back to Locutus?"

Captain Picard is sitting across the room glaring at me. "Hey Locutus!" I say, "how many episodes did you guys make?"

"This isn't anything to joke about," says Picard. "The Borg are a real threat, whether you think so or not." He proceeds to lecture me on the seriousness of our encounters with the Borg.

"Aww come on, Picard," I laugh, "lighten up, man! How come your so serious all the time? Can't you joke about anything?"

Books

I am somewhere. I come across a bookstore. I guess it isn't usually open, but it is now so I go in to look around. I am thinking about buying an EReader, or I have one. Still, I want to look at the paper books too. There are room after room of books. In fact, it seems to be a flea market of all books, with multiple sellers in one building. I decide to look for the last of the Myst books - the Book of D'ni.

I go into the first bookstore and look through the science fiction/fantasy section. No luck. I go into the second bookstore.

"May I help you?" says the salesperson.
"Yes," I say, "I'm looking for the Book of D'ni. It's one of the Myst series."
"Well," she says, "if we had the book, it would be over here."

No luck over here either. I keep on looking.

Another one of those nights, apparently. I dreamed about everything from the Dukes of Hazzard to Star Trek to being chased by lions. Much of it seems to be jumbled up in trying to remember it though.

Big City Dukes

We are watching the Dukes of Hazzard. The Duke boys are in a big city somewhere, out in front of a high rise hotel. I explain to the people watching it with me "this must be an episode where they go to the big city."

Roscoe appears high up on a balcony watching them. He is about to arrest them for something or other. But Luke has the great idea of convincing him that there is a criminal in the swimming pool. He writes the name of the criminal on the edge of the pool. It starts with a "W" but the rest of it is a bit hard to read. Roscoe leans over to read it, and of course falls into the swimming pool. Bo and Luke take off running.

Meanwhile, Roscoe is clinging to the edge of the pool. "I can't swim!" he gasps, trying to keep his grip. Still, he inches his way along the edge trying to read the name that Luke wrote. Fortunately for him, somebody shows up in time to help him out of the pool to safety...

...We are walking in the big city (the whole Dukes thing seems to be over). We come to a castle. Or rather, it used to be a castle, but is now just integrated into the city. There is a row of shops in what used to be the keep, and the area surrounded by the moat is now sort of a downtown area. In order to get to this part, we have to climb down into a ramp that goes beneath the level of the rest of the town. It is a steep slope and I have a difficulty getting down in.

Lions

(Maybe this is still part of the dream above. I don't know.) I need to get somewhere. In order to get there I have to cross a plain, much like a veldt in Africa. I see a large animal in the bushes near me that looks like a lion. I think to myself that it can't be a lion, since this is the US. It must be a large dog.

The lion gets up from behind the bush, and starts to walk towards me. Yep, it's a lion allright. I walk quickly towards a steep ridge of some kind. I dash up the hill, and jump down the other side, safe from the lion. But there's another lion on this side! It starts towards me, and then runs into a clear plastic wall. I now see that the lions are kept in these plastic compounds. They look like they are running free, but they really aren't.

Star Trek Dream

(I seem to be unable to remember the first part of this dream at the moment.) I go downstairs to follow him [Picard, maybe? I don't quite remember.] He jumps through a portal at the bottom of the steps. I try to follow, but can't get the portal to work. It's the shape I don't understand. It appears to be made of a metal of some kind, that you have to bend into an opening and set in the right spot for it to work. Because he was a shapeshifter [?] I can't see it quite right. I bend it into what it looked like to me, which was twisted metal of some kind.

He shows up again, and explains the trick. I look at the twisted metal in my hand and laugh. Then he takes it, presses a button or a switch in the chimney, and a hole opens up. He bends the metal to match the hole and jumps through.

I am standing in the room, having just seem "him" vanish again. I get a wand of some sort. With this I can make lights go out. I have a bunch of stuff that I have collected. It is sort of like a computer game. I click on things that I have that have light. The lights dim. But they keep coming back before I can extinguish all of the light. I wonder what will happen when I do?

Deanna Troi is watching me, and Tasha Yar is sitting on the couch behind me. I sit down next to her and put my arm around her. She seems to be unhappy, and I try to make her feel better. We both have something in common apparently. "We both know what it's like to be tortured," I say.

I leave the building, because my parents are there to pick me up. At the same time, we are returning because I forgot something or they wanted me to check and make sure the doors are locked (or something). I go back in, and want to go back to the living room where Tasha is. I don't know if she is still there or not.

School work/restaraunt

I am sitting in class. It is a class I am taking for fun, so the school work doesn't matter so much to me. Still, when it comes time to copy weird phrases (like "Take Oyster Sea" and a picture of a buoy) I am a little concerned because I didn't copy it into my notebook. Instead, when the passed the sheet around with the phrases, I simply wrote another phrase after the one at the top. I thought this is what you were supposed to do, but I was wrong. When the sheet comes back to me I hurry to copy the phrases into my notebook. While I am doing this, a pretty girl in front of me starts complaining about her throat.

"It's so dry, and I feel pretty bad," she says. "I have this cough, too."

"That's what you said last week," the teacher says disapprovingly.

"I know," she says. "It seems to happen whenever I am in this class."

"Maybe you hate being here," the teacher says, getting angry now. "If you don't like this class, then stop pretending to be sick and drop it. I'm tired of you coming in here acting so sick every single day!"

All this time I have been trying to concentrate on copying the weird phrases (which I can't read). Now I lift my head up.

"It could be allergies," I say, "especially if you get it every time you are in this classroom."

I contemplate buying out the other shares and owning the restaurant myself. (What, did I miss something? How did we get here? I don't know) I ask my boss what he would sell the business for. I know he wants to "get out from under it". He says he'll sell it for $500,000. I wonder if it would be a good investment. People buy semi-trucks as an investment. I think about that while I root around under the kitchen sink. "I'm paying for a truck driving education" says a future trucker, "it's an investment."