FryingMan

Again focusing on fast back to sleep without much recall work. Recall definitely suffers.

+ in my previous adult home back garden with wife. There are tall interesting plants, like vertical succulents next to small pine trees. I see the evidence of lines of water cascading from the higher portions of the garden to the lower portions, via tracks in the ground that are green with ground covering.

+ outdoors, packing up some stuff (in the boy scouts?). A very large (1 foot long) toothbrush (pink) falls out of something I'm unrolling. I hold it in my hands and think if I can use it. I could always keep it to clean my shoes with or something [IWL went to dentist and get a new, pink toothbrush]

+ I'm walking towards a large open planned garden. I reach it and and standing among it looking at it closely. It is in the garden of a wealthy person who is landscaping a large area. The area is divided into rows of about 1-meter-square chunks, and in each chunk is planted a very specific pattern of several different varieties of plants. I'm standing in the newest planted area with very small young plants, farther on I see more mature, larger plants. I walk to the left and encounter a cousin who says s.l. "these plants are <???> [meaning hybrid]", I say "I know.

My cousin PR is there and says that there are peanut plants as well. I look down and see a ground-cover plant with dime-sized (leaf shaped though) light-green leaves spread over about 1 square meter. I kneel down on the ground and look at a plant growing in soil and think I see a bunch of peanuts (ready to eat) in the soil, covered in dirt, I look closer and they're not peanuts but small slices of root? PR then says here are some baby peanuts, and pours them into my hand. They are tiny, each one like like the size of a grain of millet. I toss the little handful into my mouth and chew and (get a faint taste of peanuts?)

Wake up and am amazed that that last memory came from a dream.

Early morning appointment and to bed late, so I focused just on sleep.
Some fragments and a short dream/long fragment

+ (f) I'm infiltrating and planting explosives to blow up a (space ship?). This repeats several times.

+ (f) a vicious dog gets out of the door in the (garage) blocking it in and it is threatening me. I'm trying to shove it back in and get the door to close properly

+ I'm outside a house on a front lawn which is several feet higher than the street and the sidewalk that goes by the house. My pool table is there in the yard. I see evidence (footprints, things are messed up) that some trespassers have climbed up onto the lawn and been messing around with the pool table. I think about racking the balls and playing a bit but I'm a bit concerned about people seeing me play outside like that and messing with my table. I think about putting up some sharpened stakes to stop people from entering the yard

+ (f) I'm in a utility/sport room inside with a girl and her mother and we're playing ping pong. The girl stops playing before the game is finished and I'm frustrated and I'm going to get revenge somehow.

+ (f) there are other tables set up next to ours and other girls are playing ping pong

Early memory very poor, and fragmented:

+ various scenes/fragments
We're trying to shoot a hairy ball into a box, and everyone keeps getting in the way, including son S1. I yell at everybody to get out of the way, I'm quite angry, and I wake up feeling very tight/anxious

I see that the guy hasn't mowed his fields, he's growing crops? On the other lawn there are a few tracks of a lawnmower but it too is mostly unmowed. Up ahead (down the childhood home driveway?) there are plants with thicker stalks growing. I say you have to cut them early before they get too established.

In some indoor space, come up behind a girl with lovely long hair, she turns around and she's quite pretty.

3rd person darth vader star wars battle with lightsabers, I'm jumping around dodging the blades?

about 5 hrs: can't sleep, out of bed at 6 hrs, up for several hours, back to bed around 8 hours, sleep until 13 hrs, making up the lost earlier sleep. BTS long and takes discipline and auto-hypnosis "getting more and more relaxed", etc.

After BTS dreams a touch more vivid but also highly fragmented and a bit weird:

+ tennis: arrive at the (apparently) tennis club car, find a parking spot close to the courts, pick up my racket and cans of balls and go for some private training time. On my way there I meet my playing partner [false]! I ask him since we're both here, does he want to play a match? He does. I put my things into the court and go to the edge of the court to set our match play time. Can't find it. Go inside the clubhouse and it's hidden behind a small whiteboard on a shelf.
[other stuff continues, forgotten?]

+ video game: the game starts, and you have to use the dual X/Y axis controls to maneuver the cursor to the linking (red?) square/circle in order to make it to the next landmark and initially to start the game, you have to do it by the time the timer reaches zero or you fall behind. Then I'm maneuvering around a 3-D curving lattice, hitting the sides which slows me down. My opponent zooms by me at high speed going the other way. He was clever and chose the path that went around outside this construct first and went through it backwards.

+ LD#162 (vivid, beautiful scenery) I'm maneuvering down a hillside outside in strong daylight. To our left is very mountainous terrain on the other side of an extremely tall chain link fence. We want to get to the beach level, we don't like being so far up in the hills. Another state (Colorado?) is on the other side of the fence. I look over to the left, at the fence (man that's a tall fence), and at the hilly bumpy descending terrain several times. We see what we think is a good path down, and we rush forwards. The ground just stops and there is a very steep fall down hundreds of feet to the ground below. The terrain below is still not what we want, it's very marshy and still hilly. I barely hold on to a pole right there at the edge to stop myself from falling down. My dad is still standing right there with me. I hold the pole with my right hand and try to lean out so that I can survey the coastline extending far up to the right. Yes, there is flat beach land there, that's what we're looking for.

We (jump? fly?) down and we're in a city street scene outdoors still daylight. My dad and I are going to go into some store/restaurant. Up ahead I spot two lovely girls in bright/fancy gowns/dresses. One is putting up her hair briefly, this immediately catches my attention. I tell my dad "wait, (I'll be back/I'll be a sec/something?)" and walk towards the girls. Out of habit and desire I do a nose pinch RC and I can breathe. Wait, what!?!? I'm dreaming? I must have gone to sleep once my dad and I jumped down here to the street. But I don't remember taking a nap! I'm still approaching the girl, and holding my nose closed and doing quick in/out breaths, yes, nose pinch is very clearly indicating dream. I tentatively reach towards the girl (now turned away from me with the other girl) and touch her shoulder and slowly turn her around towards me, just in case this is a mistake. She turns towards me and looks at me, she's pretty. I put her arm up over her head again and kiss her, pull back so as not to lose the dream, run my finger up and down her shoulder/arm a bit, looking at it, then look at her face and say "You're beautiful!" She says "Thanks!" and the dream fades

+ wheel a woman in wheelchair into and out of a tiny elevator

+ at top of very long snowy slide, no way I'm getting on that, it'll kill my back when it levels out at the bottom. Looking again at it towards the bottom, it is divided into shelves one above the other, kind of pointless I think

+ at a table with my (new wife?), her mother says one thing you should never give a bride is ground pepper. The food we're eating needs pepper, I pass the pepper grinder to my wife and grind out a bit, the mother comes over and looks into what I'm doing, I don't care about her stupid superstition

earlier: pretty much all forgotten

+ (f) on the backyard steps of my childhood home with uncles and dad, big and fat without shirts on, doing something with water and (Easter eggs?)

+ (f, impression) high school friends on a roller coaster?

final dream of the night:

+ No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (fairly vivid and present)
(I'm putting my bicycle into the back seat of my mom's car outside my childhood home?)
I'm in a parking lot, I walk up to my truck [false] which is double parked. There is a black woman there who says she saw some guys come by and check out my car looking for parts to steal, but the didn't take anything. I (or she?) says that yeah there are guys always cruising the parking lots looking for cars to strip. I get in my truck and start slowly driving away while the woman is walking beside the car on the passenger side with the door open, I'm wondering when I can just drive away without being rude. I eventually say "thank you" and close the door and drive on.

Right up ahead there are two convenience stores where I want to stop to get some breakfast, a couple sausage muffins I think, but I the woman is still walking there and it would be awkward for me to park and get out and meet her again.

Then I'm walking on foot with my bicycle and looking for the place in front of the large grocery store where I can put it. I wonder if I have a lock, and I look down into my bike's basket and see my bike lock (cable and combo lock) and think ah great. So I look for bike racks and find a few different styles.

I get down on the ground and inspect them. One is a low horizontal close to the ground piece of rebar with some cables strung about it. I'm closely inspecting it and trying to determine if I loop a cable lock over it if someone could simply pull the lock right off and take the bike and lock away together. Then I see some standing racks where you roll your front wheel into a slot where it holds up your bike and there's a little eyelet where you can run a cable through. I decide to use this one.

I start putting my bike here. Then a family comes by with 3 little crying and screaming red haired children with a very severe mother who is yelling at them and pushing them down in the cart. The girl is screaming about how the boy had been pulling her hair. I decide to be a good samaritan and start talking to the kids and say "would you like to help me lock my bicycle?" The mother stops the cart and lets me do this. The children quiet down right away. I show them how to thread the two ends of the lock through the eyelet (and under the bike's drive chain) and put them together. The lock becomes an electrical extension cord with male and female plugs, and the (father?) says "don't get zapped" to the kids. They push it together and we all continue in to the grocery store together.

I walk up to the mom and give her some advice, "I had two small boys myself, I understand what it's like, it really helps to keep them occupied instead of just screaming at them."

I'm talking to somebody else by a display stand about how my cousins's family is spread all over the country for graduate school [false] but they get homesick and really look forwards to returning home (for the holidays?).

Then I wake up (FA) in some back room of the store. I'm concerned about my bicycle. I realize that just simply using an electrical extension cord is a terrible lock, it could simply be unplugged and my bike stolen. I run in to the store and can't find my way to the front, I ask some people where the front of the store is and they point back through the back room where I woke up. I'm thinking now about biking the rest of the way to school, it should be easy since it is mostly downhill (flat, but tilting slightly downhill) the rest of the way. I don't want to arrive at school all sweaty.

I pass through a large dim room where an Asian woman is doing Tai Chi and is saying how we all should be calm.

I see up ahead a corner of an outdoor swimming pool and make for that and run outside. There is a young mother relaxing with her back up against the edge of a shallow (slightly deeper than a wading pool) pool, she has a small boy who is playing a few meters away from her. She is cute and my eyes linger on her for a few seconds as I run by, (she looks back at me?). A narrator says s.l. "this is the American way."

I run by another small pool to the left where a husband has returned to his family carrying and shaking some flavored milk drinks in each hand.

I make my way back to the front of the store and my heart sinks as I look over the bike area and don't see my bike. Some f^&*er has stolen my bike indeed. I look closer and see that all the pots and pans that I was carrying, including a dish brush, were taken out of my basket and piled there on the ground. An older woman is standing there saying that some guy had been there hammering, I think that must have been the guy who stole my bike.

+ I'm playing football. I'm on the football field practicing kicking field goals. I can't get the ball to stand upright on the little stand. I probably try 10 times to get it to stand up and it keeps falling over. I think it takes a lot of practice to balance it properly. I eventually kick a field goal right at the goal line, woohoo, all of 15 yards. Then I try to set up farther away, way to the right side of the field, and trying to see the goal and get a good angle on it. I think practicing to become a place kicker on a football team would be a good thing.

I'm am playing catch with a football with my BF MR. My arm is a bit weak. I want to do a punt, I line up the ball properly with laces on top, drop it to my foot and kick hard. My leg seems weak, the kick doesn't go far and flies well to the right of where I was aiming. disappointing result.

I think that there is a guy who invented and patented some substance that they apply to all footballs which results in a perfect no-slip grip.

+ I'm driving in a minivan, I'm the driver. My wife is in the front passenger seat. We have some (foreign?) visitors in the back seat. My wife wants me to roll down the window and shout something rude at some hick up ahead. I do not want to do that. It turns out that he's some hill billy playing country music (?). We're driving through some suburban labyrinth-like development with constantly curving streets.

I approach the guys house on the left, roll down my window, and shout out as we pass his house, "YEE HAW!" and hit the gas and speed away. I say "there, did it!" to my wife. The guys in the back seat make some comment like they're shocked at what I did. I'm barely making it around the corners and the speed I'm driving, I think I jump the curb at one place. I want to get out of this development so the guy I shouted at doesn't come after me. I think I've reached a dead-end, and I realize with dread I will have to turn back.

I turn the van around and then ahead of me I see an on-ramp to a freeway that I didn't see when coming the other way. I'm relieved and see that it exists the development area. I take the on-ramp and have to avoid a speeding large squar-ish weird (blue?) van that I "know" is a book van. I get on to the freeway and hit the gas and accelerate and change lanes to the leftmost lane. Then traffic is slowing and stopped right in front of me, I hit the brakes and avoid the cars by steering to the left lane. There is an exit here to freeway "380" or "317" or something that I need to take so I steer across all the lanes (traffic is stopped with all cars getting off at this exit, too).

Then my group is out of the van and jumping/ climbing down a hillside. My wife throws in a frisbee and we're playing frisbee on the hills while running down. GB (grad school, ultimate player) is there. We reach the flat ground and keep playing frisbee. I do an awesome behind-the-back catch and GB says "wow great catch". I say "I used to play frisbee all the time on the street outside my house". I then do a behind the back throw to GB. I do a high-speed long distance tilted throw, and ends up bouncing off some stones and going high in the air. Then I toss the frisbee and both GB and BF MR jump up to get it. They hit heads. They come down holding their heads. I see a small spot of red blood in the outside corner of MR's left eye. I say "M, you're eye is bleeding!" MR says "my glass eye got dislodged!" [false]. I look more closely and see a sort of "eye frame" slightly protruding from MR's left eye socket.

+ movie theater. In long lines (seeing Star Wars?) with my (younger) kids. Lines move. We take a line that goes up stairs. We're clambering over seats. Sitting with my kids friends they make some smart allecky remarks.

+ (f) cars full of kids are driving. They have a kilo of pot in the car. Should I call the cops?

+ (f) thoughts of old dog L when he was young. Remembering letting him out of his sleeping place in the morning and running around like crazy when he was a puppy.

wake, insomnia. out of bed. after 1.5 hours, drowsy again, back to bed. Takes a while to get to sleep,

+ then a lot of scenes, some short, some long, most very vivid.

flying, up high, scared of height at first, small space, must constantly turn

the police are searching and scrubbing things in our house. I'm pinned up against the wall by 4 police dogs. They're calm but someone says the one on the left can bite off fingers.

A man is a competitor for the favor's of a young lady. He storms off in anger and keeps returning to turn off light switches that I keep turning on. Happens several times.

There are a lot of dishes to wash. I have dirty utensils in my hands. I should put on rubber gloves.

In a club with young people, we close the door against someone we don't want coming in

Thinking about an enclosed water slide. They closed a portion of it because it was too steep at the end.

Cooking food. Many steaks and chunks of meat.

[and a number more, forgotten]

Last night was an astonishing night. Not just that I had 4 LDs, but that the quality of the dreams were leaps and bounds ahead of almost any other LD I've had, except some on galantamine. I did a few things differently this night:

Bedtime: approx 1:30am. Final out of bed: about 1:50pm (yup you read that right), wife woke me up because we had an appointment. Some time awake before post-lucid dreams.

Lucids occurred approx 8 am.

+ Moderate exercise a few hours before bed.

+ I got off the computer about an hour before bed.

+ I read about vipassana meditation ("Mindfulness In Plain English"), doing calming breathing while reading the book, before bed, including reading through some Universal Loving Friendliness recitations.

+ At bed time, instead of setting strong intention to recall dreams, get lucid, pay attention to the night, for a long time like I sometimes do, I took a different approach: I had a "conversation with my SC":

I know that you [my SC] knows how to dream. I do not need to "spend effort" to "make myself dream." Dreaming will happen naturally. All I have to do is notice it when it happens in order to get lucid. I would really love to be lucid in my dreams tonight!

Thank you for my dreaming experiences! Tonight, I would like to have beautiful dreams. Lovely landscapes full of beauty. [and maybe a request or two about romantic encounters , but mostly focusing on beauty]. Fun, beautiful, interesting dreams.

Also, I work on falling asleep using sivason's mantra breathing. I tell myself "I am…." on every inhale, and "…dreaming…" on every exhale. I really really try to let go of all tension and totally relax along with this, because typically reciting mantras keeps me awake.

So there was a strong current of both mental and physical relaxation involved. I fell asleep initially fairly quickly.

I had 4 phases of dreaming:

Early

Pre-lucid

Lucid

Post-lucid

I had longish wakings just before and after the Lucid period, but didn't get out of bed, I remained in bed and did recall. I went to sleep again using the mantra breathing "I am….", "dreaming." And "Remember, I am…", "…dreaming…"

Early:
I thought I had forgotten these entirely, but some just came back to me now as of this writing (in the evening).

+ outside building, trying to get in, I need my math books. MaEd (husband of CamEd, friend at work in college) brought them to me. There are also lots and lots of papers to read. I look through them and see words on the paper. Kind of blurry like a bad photocopy, but definitely visible. I think if you do all this reading you'll get a lot of extra credit. [Possibly day residue from watching "Modern Educayshun" video before bed].

There were more, but forgotten for now.

Pre-lucid:

+ the road
(walked too far, sit across from field up against a stone wall on sidewalk, dirty backpack, dirty (grass clippings) hat, brush it off, think people will consider me a hobo I'm so dirty. Crazy guy who works in the fields comes out, saying "HEY THAT'S MY SPOT" farmer in filed across the way says "yeah he always sits there to eat lunch." I don't get upset, I imagine sitting with him and having a conversation, [I think a result of Loving Friendliness recitations].

+ the mural
an artist is painting a mural on the wall. I think it is a rendition of human inner connective tissues, it is red and white, and it is lovely. Artist (woman?) runs her fingers along the lines of the paint, red paint in between white boundaries (or the other way around?), smoothing out the paint, making long curving lines. Then she is drawing artistic features at lightning speed. With a few strokes of her brush in a second, she can draw a full "heart", she draw several.
Then at the end, she submerges herself in the pool of water beneath a decorated Christmas tree, I have a top-down view of her sinking down and the reflections of the lights on the tree sparkle on the water.

+ sports field, conversation
There is a sort of party outside, young people are milling around. Someone was supposed to get the beer. There was a mixup? Someone had left it up to "the Mexican."
Approaching a sports field. Some even happening there? I stand above it.
There is a procession of beefy male football players down a narrow strip of field below me. One of then is really huge and fat. I think he's over 500 pounds. Man, how'd you like to play against a 500 pound opponent?! I walk around the corner and run along the other side. I make a running leap on to the long seat/couch on the lower side of the "field"/walkway. A girl up ahead to my right calls out "Seismic event!!" when I land. I say "hey!", I think it's rude of her to commend on my weight like that.

I'm lying there and some people come up to me. Women in their 30's they seem like. Several come up and there are some conversations. Then MiSe (conductor, undergrad university orchestra) is there. He's wearing a knit cap that is pulled down just over his eyes which are slightly visible beneath the cap. His eyes seem red and kind of weird. I wonder if they're stuck to the hat. I want to boast to these women we're talking to about me playing in the university orchestra, but I don't say that.

+ DILD, LD#158 TOTM basic II (laugh in a DC's face)

I walk into kitchen of childhood home [don't realize it yet]. It is dark/night. As soon as I step on to the floor I glide slowly across the room. This grabs my attention. I think the floor must have been recently oiled. I realize this is my childhood home's kitchen, I'm looking down at the floor and it seems a bit too large, missing some items, like things were taking away to clean the floor. The linoleum has random dots/drops on it for decoration. I'm just really liking this gliding: I take one step forwards and I glide all the way to the other side, slowly. How can this be happening? I step out of the kitchen into the living room Oh, I know: I'm dreaming! (nose pinch confirms). I'm very happy to be lucid. I think about narrating the dream but don't. I think of TOTM: laugh in a DCs face. My parents are right upstairs! I'll do the laugh one. Dream only slightly unstable at first, but solidifies. Go upstairs and down hallway to my parents' bedroom, the door is closed. Hey, I'll be able to see my mom! I open the door and say "Mom? Dad?" in a sort of little boy lost voice. Two people are in bed, they both sit bolt upright and look at me in surprise. Instead of mom and dad, through, there are two of my dads there. I think briefly this is because my mom passed away and I can't therefore see here. The duplicate dad disappears. My dad is sitting on his knees upright in the bed. I go right up in bed next to him, his face close to mine. He appears 20-30 years younger than he is now. I start laughing with a sort of high-pitched voice, looking into his eyes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…" for about 10-15 seconds. He looks sad and a bit confused. Maybe says something once. When I stop laughing, he flops back down into bed on his face, exasperated. Satisfied I've done the ask, I leave and go downstairs.

At some point approaching the dining room I lose visuals. It's like visuals are "stuck" at a scene in the upstairs hallway. I can still feel things in the location in the house where I know I am. I consider going back upstairs so that my location matches the stuck image in my mind as a way to unstick it. I go into the kitchen again and look at the floor and the visuals are back. I'm gliding across the room, and I notice that the pattern on the floor has changed: long lines now arranged in groups at right angles. I turn around and glide back towards the dining room and notice that there is also a new color suddenly on the linoleum [peach, pinkish?].

I go out the sliding glass door onto the deck. I notice with satisfaction that the view of the city lights below looks very accurate and stable. I see that up and to the right in the night sky [blocked by some trees], is the sun. There are black clouds covering the sky. The sun is shining a weird yellow light into the night sky. Sort of like an eclipse sun? I walk to the left on the deck to get a direct view of the sun. The trees are still sort of in the way. So I do a jump into the air and go up about 50 feet. The sun is amazing and multicolored. It is shining multicored light onto the houses in the area. Red, purple, blue bits of light, I gasp at the beauty.

Spoiler for frequent sexual content for the rest of this dream:

I land on the ground and am in a quiet suburban neighborhood of large houses at night. I remember a dream goal of sexually pleasing myself to see if I can climax in a dream without the challenge of waking from the sexual excitement from being with a female. I whip it out briefly, then I notice in the window of the house nearest me I see a man standing quickly jerking his big (ahem). His head is obscured by the top of the window. That must be the right house for me! I go and enter the house, and turn to the left. I see some females, definitely interested in them more than the guy, so I go to one and put her up on a chair and get a few quick BJ slurps from her. Then I'm positioning her for intercourse, and the problem arises that I have to use a female condom.

I'm looking at this strange device and trying to figure out how the heck to use it. It's about the size of a typical brown paper lunch sack, maybe a bit narrower. It is partly made from brown paper and partly from see-through cellophane-like plastic. I'm just looking at this thing and wondering what to do. Should I just put it inside her? Then her female friend comes in and is holding a more appropriately sized thing looking much like the "female condom" I'm inspecting.

My girl goes off to the bathroom to (put it in?). She returns and sits down a bit away from me, her face is now half-painted, like football fans do in stadiums. I look at her again and the color of the paint has changed and is harder to see. Then she is sitting right next to me again faced a bit away from me and I turn her head towards me and kiss her. She has thin lips and a small mouth and is wearing red lipstick. She tells me, "I know (your problem / your secret?)! You never went through puberty!" I deny this.

Then she is facing me and we're getting ready again for sex. I start unbuttoning her blouse, and I'm really looking forward to this. I tell her, "I can't wait to eat your p***y!" She says "Mmm Hmm!" and then at the second button,

the dream fades...

DEILD, LD#159

Spoiler for pretty much all sexual, explicit language and situations, some nasty bodily discharge, I'm warning you!:

I appear lying on my bed in my bedroom, there's a man sitting next to me. I get lucid right away. He is stroking a large erect (ahem). "I see you there, jerking it!" I tell him. I think he's some celebrity. I look at my own exposed member. There is some pus-y, cheese white stuff near the tip. WTF is that? Oh God I hope I didn't get VD from the girl I was just with in the other scene. I'm peeling back the skin and my whole thing basically is opened up kind of like a pod thing from Alien, it's really gross. The guy next to me says "ewww!" I pull out a string of disgusting discharge connected to some semen still coming out of the tip. I clearly need to go to the bathroom and wash my (ahem). I make a rude comment to the guy [censored].
I go to the hallway bathroom. I enter it, it is darkish but partially lit (by a night-light). I flip a light switch and nothing happens. ("Aha!" I think, so light switches *don't* work in my dreams!). I wash my thing. I then notice the man out in the hallway. I look again and he has a girl's body. I go out and he's a girl now. I tell the girl to "dry my (ahem) by sucking it". Which she does for a few seconds, and

the dream fades.

DEILD, LD#160:
I'm back in the hallway bathroom, sitting on the floor.

Spoiler for sexual encounter:

There is naked girl on her hands and knees across my body. Her coloring is a bit odd, maybe like a cartoon character. I position her so that her butt is facing me, still on her hands and knees. I have a close up view of her (ahem) right near my face. I get up on my knees and begin to enter her doggy style. Thinking of stabilization, I look around and put my hand on to the hallway stair railing which is right there. I begin to enter her

… and the dream fades.

[Wake, recall, BTS mantra breathing]

DILD, LD#161 Fish, task girl, restaurant
I appear about 10-15 feet up from a fairly large expanse of water. It is grey and slightly dim. I'm sitting with fogelbise. He says he's burned out of fishing. I look down to the water and am astounded. There are *so many* fish visible in the fairly shallow and clear water. Big round ones, straight ones, over to the right some large shark-sized fish. They are slowly swimming about. I exclaim "man the fishing would be *great* here!" I'm looking at these fish and something strikes me and I do a nose pinch and I'm lucid again. I go down to the water level. I think of the TOTM basic I, ask a DC for a TOTM task. I look up to where I was sitting before but fogelbise is gone. There's nobody around. I wade out into the water and see a girl with her head (eyes?) just above the water line. I go up to her and take both her hands in both of my hands and lift her up out of the water. I ask her, "tell me a task!" She doesn't answer. "Tell me a task!" I say again. She mumbles something. I take her in to a building, there is a waiter there with paper cups and I want him to pour me some champagne to drink. I take the girl against a wall and put her on a table and ask again, "tell me a task!". She answers, "invest your cash register, freeze." I repeat it slowly to make sure I have it. "Invest your cash register, freeze?" I again repeat, "Invest your cash register, freeze?" She nods yes. I lean down and

Spoiler for sexual encounter:

lick her p***y a few times but don't want to get engaged for fear of waking

.
I move on deeper into this building and encounter an older man, 50's perhaps, a bit overweight, wearing a white uniform, like a chef, and he's asking me for the remote control. We go into the next room and I"m looking around, forgetting him, and he again says he needs the remote control. We're near a chef's kitchen shelf (where they put up the finished plates) and I decide to reach around some appliance and expect to feel a small device with my fingers. I do feel such a device, but then an anonymous hand from the other side of the shelf shoves forward a small grey remote control. I pick it up and give it to the chef guy. I think of apologizing for it being missing, but I sense that I'm the boss of this place so that would look weak. I walk with this chef guy out towards the entrance, and want to have more fun, so I ask him to take me to the champagne, then...
… the dream fades.

wake, recall, BTS

Post-lucid:

+ appear in home, kitchen, a party's going on with guests over. fogelbise is sitting at the kitchen table in the dining nook, my wife is nearby in the kitchen. I want to indicate to him I had four lucid dreams just now, so I hold out my left hand with my thumb tucked in near his face slyly so no one else can see (I don't want to talk about the LDs where my wife could hear). fogelbise sort of shrugs not understanding and holds up about 8 fingers on two hands with a question on his face. I again indicate the four fingers to show I had 4 lucid dreams. There's a small boy (with an afro?) at the table also.

+ overlooking conference hall with military table different color, flags at each position , wife with me on upper level, computer, party, this is the place for action I say, she leaves angry, go get her?, go after she's still there by restaurant window, take sliced-in-half oranges from restaurant window, thers a cup there, we'll squeeze into a cup for fresh orange juice.

+ walk down street, big city, cross street, see son coming other way, want to cross to meet him, major gasoline lines being installed at this corner, overhead. Police block the crosswalk, I wait for green light and cross even through it may be blocked but nobody stops me.

Spoiler for sexual content, bodily fluids:

+ in home with sons, hear S1 talking about his (sexual?) encounter with his girlfriend, it involves a pineapple, and his girlfriend walking in on his masturbating then giving him a pineapple to indicate her desire? Son S2 is really making fun of son S1 for this. I'm in a bedroom off to the side masturbating with some device. It's making a lot of squishing sounds. I sit up and some really loud sounds result, I call out "It's from my slippers!" (it was true. There is a towel stuck in the upper part of the door. I close the door for more privacy. I lie on the bed and start in again on my (ahem), and notice that I am now ejaculating [pretty much first dream noticing this]. I'm confused because I felt no orgasm. It's really coming out of me, not just a minor early dribble. Hmm, seems I've had a premature ejaculation? My son in the other room says "oh don't worry, happens to me sometimes" and I *am* worried that this indicates he's inappropriately sexually active.

Took some Hup-A + ginkgo biloba at bedtime. Ugh. Terrible sleep, never again.

Up for a few hours, drowsy, back to bed and made it to sleep. Some strange short dreams.

+ outside some dance/yoga studio/dressing room? Trying to figure out if I can go in. Women to the left, men to the right? I go in and there are women to the right as well. There's a shower and there's a line. I go stand by the shower against the wall while the (aerobics?) class is still going on. I'm slightly moving to the music, leaning up against the wall with SoTc (girl). I notice in the shower a hot naked woman, with dark large nipples/areolas. I look again and she's covered up with a tight one-piece bodysuit but is still in the shower and her nipples are still visible through the cloth. At one point ST and I "bump" arms together on purpose, kind of like a high-5.

+ outdoors, I'm on someone's balcony. I look in to their house. It is a very large, rich, sumptuous house, and everything inside seems to be colored blue: floor, walls, furniture, a medium to medium dark shade of blue. On the patio outside there are strange ground "tiles" which are like cross sections of pipe that are set on edge round edge up, but are cut so that there are sharp protrusions pointing up. I think that would be a bad place to fall down, you'd definitely get hurt there. I think hey why not go in to their house and look around? My sister comes up and looks and also wants to go exploring.

+ there is some scary witch old lady, a girl manages to escape, while I'm left with her, she comes up and screeches in my face, (I push her back?) and run away. I make it out to a room/balcony and think that the entire garden has been made as a trap: you think you can get away, but once you get down there there is no way out. I'm trapped. The witch comes in and slowly moves towards me from the other side of a long large dining table. I jump/escape down to another hallway?

Outside on the street, my wife is asking me about something about a church. I go up some stairs and am standing at an altar, and old woman walks up and pulls off her skirt and then takes off her top (but she's still dressed underneath) and submerges herself into a baptism font.

+ (f) I see a close up of a guy's face (from the witch's?). He is taking off sunglasses because he's cool. Then I see that he has a second set of eyes, right below his "normal" set of eyes. Ah, that's why he wears the sunglasses all the time.

+ (f) abstract battle against alien things arranged in massive triangular formation

+ (f) walk into bathroom to clean my (ahem), listen in to my son S1 calling his GF having a long and emotional conversation that didn't sound like it was going well and had been going on all day and night

Alarm, back to sleep

+ an amazingly long (epic even) stream of scenes, one after the other. Dream boundaries completely unclear, just counting it all as one

sitting at bedtime with my kids, they're young, I start talking to them and we start eating s.l. a taco salad, wife starts yelling about kids not getting to bed, I keep yelling back "You're interrupting me!"

volleyball girl (me:"I can't set for shit" … me: "I want to be on your side…always!")

Angband on colored cloth (moving monsters), turn away quickly

taking pictures of sea lions from a distance through a camera viewfinder, thoughts of running away from sea lions if they start chasing you

Palpatine fights and destroys some guys, yellow lightsaber embedded in guy's finger and down into his arm. Palpatine gives me a pair of emperor-red colored ear buds & cables with dual pc jack and left/right connectors, tells me to go to restaurant and hack into their systems and mess with all the settings (lamps, etc.)

Go to restaurant, think about sitting at counter, number pad right there, carrying laptop, walk down long table looking for seat, see a place on the end with lots of outlets for my laptop, people reserving seats, see a free one on the end next to monitors, guy steps in front of me, I push/hit him in the lower back saying "Hey!" to get him out of the way, do I need to use the monitor? I have a laptop

playing recorder piece, giving demonstration of multiple fingers lifting up at a time, first recorder is just the mouthpiece, luckily there is a backup which I pull out because I have more than one

welcome the new guys to the neighborhood. Say how awesome it is to go to Santa Cruz and hang out at the beach on Sundays in the sun (they say "yeah, man!"). Wife says the best part of the beach, I say it's a miles long beach, someone else says s.l. I wonder if I should tell them about the terrible parking and traffic, but don't.

Then I'm diving into the water and swimming around to see the fishes. I come up in some sort of covered place where colleague R.H. is. He says he's moving away to Boston with his girl and he wants parting wisdom from me.
Me: (singing to the tune from "Please come to Boston") "Please come to Boston…"
Me and R.H. in unison: ".. she said YES!"
Then we're in some room like a party. I give him the advice that both for computer scientists and software developers, you really need to know your algorithms. Study algorithms. He agrees.

potato chip processor, guy: "they're all about presentation" me: "They're also all about the flavor". Just standing in awe of this amazing multi-level multi-blade food processor system (about 3 feet in diameter).

walking past tables at the restaurant with food laid out ahead of time, See cousin GL, stop and give her a hug. Someone says "it's a good thing that arrow was shot at me" ("it got me going?").

In some party, our friends are caterers, we're getting hungry. I can't wait for them to bring in the food left over from the event so I go looking for the dining room. Outside, there is a vendor who has replaced what was there before with a small ping-pong table with heavy cement base. I go up (stairs) and enter the dining area of the formal dinner. Strange furnishings. People there say I have right to be there without (a pass? permission?). I see pastries, including a "French Horn" pastry up on a shelf. There are also bags of cookies. A friend of mine grabs one of the cookies and I say that seems like the right idea but I don't take one.

+ (f) someone has sharpened the long kitchen knife. The cutting edge is now shiny and looks nicely sharp.

+ (f) and old-time bicycle is all I need

+ We're taking off in a helicopter. The pilot is Br (HR director from company "B"). We take off and bank and we're commuting to work now. I think this is really convenient. We arrive at the building in seconds, and start circling the building over the parking lot which extends all around the building. Our company's area is empty of cars, other areas are full of cars. It's still early in the morning. We're approaching (and have landed?) in the loading dock, the loading guys are already at work, they start early. They show us were to park the helicopter.

+ with a partner (wife?) I am very cautiously stalking through the dark streets, on high alert to any sort of trouble. We encounter a stand in front of an arch/door way leading into a courtyard. On this stand is a gun that we need. Another group of two gunmen approach and we retreat into the courtyard, weapons pointed at the new people. They're also detaching a gun from the gun stand. They need to check a shotgun shell, but they haven't turned on (some circuit) and want us to test it. I'm suspicious of a trap. I say "So, you want us just to see if this shell fires?". He nods yes. I keep my gun leveled on him at all times and have my partner shoot it straight up into the air. "Satisfied?" I ask? He says "yes" and they start to move on.

Then we come back out to the stand and start to undo our new gun from it. The guy comes back and says "oh, so you're taking a new gun?" I now am holding both my gun and my partner's (both large long rifle types or shotguns) and keep both my hands on both triggers and pointed at this guy. The gun looks like a small orange stuffed toy. The guy says "Oh, that's a Beamer!" I'm holding the Beamer (a laser gun/tool) and am looking for the trigger and the point where the beam shoots out.

I turn on the Beamer. A red laser beam shoots out, and I run it all along the surrounding hillsides in a circle. I understand that the Beamer is a laser distance measuring tool, you sweep it in an arc around your and it records a map of your surrounding areas. I also think it can burn things, so I focus the beam on a hillside until some smoke starts appearing. It's not a very strong burning beam so you have to focus it in one place for a while before it will burn.

Then I decide to focus the beam through the window of a rich looking house up on on the hill. I notice that something on the wall across from the window starts smoking. Now I feel bad I may burn down this house so I ask for a phone to quickly call the fire department.

Scene switches to inside the house that I light on fire. I (?) am calling, and the guy answers on the phone. It's Billy Crystal (or I am Billy Crystal?) the celebrity. The house is a mess, toys and things are spread all over the floor and broken, like a bit commotion broke out.

Then the house owner is Vladimir Putin. The story goes that he liked this (apartment?) so much that he bought a second. But at this complex the security guards don't communicate well and so when Putin moved from one apartment to another, he had to remember to take his wallet with him so that he doesn't get locked out (WTF!?).

+ reading mom's obituary in the pink pages of the Sunday paper. The columnist is famous, but you have to write up the obit as if it were a baseball play in order to get the guy to print them. Looking for her name in the column, the printed part is really short, there are two pictures of her young and with huge, almost manic smiles on her face. My sister is there, she gave me the paper to read.

+ home invader, childhood home: TV's on, I didn't turn it on, instantly suspect an invader grab a lighter pistol and hold it up like a club and head partway up the stairs, invader comes out of the downstairs bathroom, I'm on stairs, trying to say "Who are you!? What are you doing?!" but it comes out "WH-WH-WH-WH!?!!!", he says "WAIT!" before I hit him (I "recognize" him?) he writes something on a piece of paper -- he's gotten somebody to agree to be his music student. He leaves out the front door, "we should become friends first". He wants to be my housemate. The only thing good about the student deal is that I think he'll be able to pay his rent. I'm not enthusiastic about the idea, "My mom passed away recently and I need more alone time," the rest of my family agrees with me. I wonder how much I could charge for renting my sister's room out. $2,000 - $3,000? $1,000 is too little for the awesome unique view. $1500? Would my sister be mad? She'd have to come and gather her things first. We'd have to share the upstairs bathroom.

+ (f) I'm in the kitchen (of childhood home?) scraping a flat white round crusty thing off of a cookie sheet with a spatula, it's a fried egg with no yolk. I guess my dad made it. Then I see one with some yolk left on it.

+ knee job at drum corps concert; mom again, cleaning, meet guy with deformed back, I introduce myself as her son; lose my instrument
I'm sitting in the audience near the front right of the hall. On stage is a drum corps concert: huge group, instrument sections are "sliding" down in from off stage (stage is steeply sloped going up towards the back). In front is a long row of drummers all drumming and spinning and making awesome moves.

It's dark now, and I have my feet extended in front of me beneath and to the side of the seat in front of me. I feel someone there grab my shoe and hold it and move it around. I look forwards and try to see through the darkness, I think I see the person there's head is turned back and looking at me from between the seats. I keep looking and keep seeing someone looking at me. I bend my legs and pull them back out from under the seat to stop the grabbing. I'm annoyed by it. The person sitting there gets up and changes seats several over to the left.

The lights come on and I see the people seated in front of me are two hot girls (sisters, one older one younger) and their mom. Aw man, and I was annoyed with her playing with me without knowing, what a missed opportunity. Then the younger girl is back in the seat in front of me, turned around facing me, and leaning over with her face just a foot or so away from mine. She is pretty, and is staring right into my eyes and smiling. I'm taken aback and stammer out, "uh, hello there!" Then she starts licking my knee. And not tentative little licks, but a sloppy enthusiastic "knee-job." (I'm wearing jeans). Her saliva is drenching both legs of my jeans. I lean my head over to my friend next to me and say "I bet you know what I'm thinking!" (that "This must be a dream", [but alas, no RC, no lucidity]). Her mom is laughing at the whole thing.

After the concert people are milling around outside. A small group of people enter and there they are again, the two hot sisters! I decide to take out my phone and try to get some pics of them. I manage to get the younger sister alone to the side and start taking pictures of her face. She makes distorted funny faces every time, like those "funny face" apps do. I try to trick her into getting a clear shot of her face by giving her a long slow countdown to the picture and taking the picture early, but the picture still comes out distorted. I think this must be because of the "fun house" mirror that is behind her. Her older sister joins at some point. The younger sister starts wailing/screeching in between pictures, and I try to "SSShhh!!" her. I tell somebody "she totally gave me 'deep knee'," and I prove it by showing the still-wet saliva tracks on both knees of my jeans.

The group eventually leaves. The girls have a brother who off-handedly mentions that they're going home to "Brettonwood" [something with a B] then he immediately clams up like he wasn't supposed to say where they lived. I think of going there some day to find them. They walk off down the street.

I'm with my mom then, she's with a group cleaning up after the concert. There is a train of cars connected. One of the train cars is also a huge (10-foot diameter?) clothes dryer. I can't find my instrument. I know I had it earlier but now it's gone. I'm looking around in these train cars for it. I reach under the seat and feel a handle like the handle on my instrument case. I'm relieved. Then I pull it out and see it's just a normal suitcase, my instrument is still missing.

My mom tells me about a man who's walking by. He seems normal, she tells me he dresses that way because of his deformity. He's wearing what appears to be a normal suit. Then I watch him more closely as he walks past me from left to right and he seems to shrink in height and is wearing loose clothing, and it appears his back is very crooked and his butt sticks way out. He's from a family that should know me but he doesn't seem to know me. I stick out my hand to him and we shake hands, and I say "I'm <my mother's first name>'s son." Somebody is doing math based on age difference to figure out how old somebody is?

+ (f) concert schedule, am I playing a concerto? What will I do, now that I've lost my instrument?

long BTS attempt, make it only for a short dream, recalled later:

+ in the restaurant.
"Pad Thai to go, please."
"We don't make that any more."
"What!? I've been ordering that here for years! What'll I eat then? OK, just give me a vodka martini to go. Can I get a lid with that?"
Then I wonder if it's OK to have in the car. It's a closed container so it should be OK, I can put it behind the front seat. When I get home I'm going to get drunk off of bourbon and coke.

Standard procedure for my nights: I do not record at night, I do mental recall only, reviewing the accumulated dreams briefly (sometimes for a long time) on every waking, and record only after getting up.

non-lucid, notes
semi-lucid
fully lucid

early:

+ (impressions of doing lots of things with a team of young people) a house on fire?

+ (f) in the sand, stretching out a red tape, this is a very powerful

later:

+ LD#156
In and out of lucidity, semi-lucidity.
A number of scenes, order a bit unclear
I'm lying on a couch in a room, there is another guy on the couch and a guy across the room
squishy spiders, cat eats one, I'm batting the other one away, see dense spider web (built for just the night!?)
See dog L, it's been so long, he looks very thin, need to feed him, get lucid, go outside, think "yay, #156", think of TOTMs, go back in ask DC to tell me a joke, first one like "and I fell down", said "tell me another one", he tells another one also sort of gibberish. To cement the TOTM I bite him (on the arm I think), then I'm walking to a room around a corner I want to go somewhere else, he follows? I go in a bathroom close the door and think when I come out of here I'll be in a different place. Then I think of summoning a girl by making believe we're having sex and start making motions. I then "wake up" in a dark room lit as if by a fire in a fireplace lying down in a corner and self-pleasuring, and stop thinking someone else in the room can see me.

Lying on ground in garage, girl's brought her new moped (looks like a bicycle) to show her friend who's there, I'm stuck by two cars, girl keeps shoving this bike right on top of me almost, I keep shoving it away, I eventually say "Hey I don't want that gasoline sloshing on me!". girl backs out of garage and I think hey why not kiss her, and I do, and a waking up lucid moment as I make kissing motions on nothing

Then I'm back in the original scene standing over a bed in the living room of the same house and there's a man lying there with blue eyes, crew cut and bright red hair, and we're talking. I realize I'm dreaming again and go outside and try to find my way to a different neighborhood [rest forgotten].

I'm in a bathtub. I'm writing really interesting things on the side of the bathtub with dry erase markers. But every time I raise my hand up to write something else I smudge/erase what I wrote before and this eventually starts frustrating me. I'm naked in the tub, and the tub is in a small enclosure just barely bigger than the tub (room to sit up), it's in an office and there's a window into the tub. I scoot down to the bottom of the tub and estimate that if someone looks in they won't see my (ahem), just barely. But there's a door on the end and they could open it and see me there.

riding in back seat of huge truck (driven by JaEi [VP company "R"]), pat JE on shoulder saying "you're doing a great job driving this thing!" then he drives off some edge and we're in free fall for what seems like 4 seconds, I'm anticipating an unpleasant impact, we hit but we're not destroyed or hurt, I look behind us and see the cliff we just rode down. I'm feeling around my lap for my waist bag and can't find it. I keep searching front and back, and eventually feel it and am relieved.

In room with young man, I'm trying to write on the side of a pen like I was writing on the side of the bathtub earlier, I was telling him about my dream of driving in the cliff-jumping huge truck, and he said, "I was there too, " and I said "You mean that was *real*?" But then I thought back to it and didn't remember there being any girls in the truck and said so. I think he was in a different truck that didn't go off the cliff like we did

+ I'm walking on some street, come to a stop light, waiting for the go indicator, and I see two guys I worked with (AM and Ch. from [company "B"]), and say s.l. "hey the guys from 'B'!").

+ LD #157
I'm in my childhood home living room, it's dark/night, I suspect a dream, then I see an unknown short old man in flowing robes walking quickly towards the front door as if he just came downstairs and I decide (perhaps with nose pinch), yes, lucid dreaming again. I head to the sliding glass door and open it and walk out on to the deck. The night sky is filled with silvery moon-lit clouds. I see some patterns in the sky that look sort of like faces. I just stand there looking up at the sky in awe for several moments. At some point I hear a screech coming from the stairs, I decide to try TOTM advanced (i) and crumple the scene. I hold my arms up to the sky and start making gathering motions, but I feel no physical traction, don't notice anything visually changing, then I decide I really should go investigate what's going on upstairs. I run for the stairs and I take out and ignite my lightsaber, which shows a weak translucent beam that is lighting up the wall in a jumping around pattern as I run up the stairs. Decide no, switch to physical sword, so I "reach for the hilt" and "draw" it expecting it to be there. It's dark and I vaguely see a blade before me, I reach up my right hand and pinch the blade and feel it to verify its presence. I'm with some friend and we run in to my parents bedroom, and my parents are there and my mom and I trade sword blows for a while.

wake, recall, BTS:

later, vague short scenes, in and out of sleep:

+ in a house, strange small creature pets crawling into holes, brightly colored huge grasshoppers/shrimps(?) clustered under the slats on the deck

+ clearing out my room (at music camp?)

+ a guy's criticizing my chess, my moves were strong then suddenly (on move 16?) I started playing poorly, my explanation was that I was late with my wife to a party and so had to offer a draw instead of playing on for the win.

+ see two owls: first one owl (outside childhood home?), then it sees me and it flies to its nest which is in my childhood home garage? I think these owls perhaps ate the little lizard pet from the earlier scene and that's why nobody can find it

+ (f) with ex-gf SB, her face close to mine, kissing her forehead

+ some girls are coming to visit. I had to remove all the centerfolds I had put up inside the cabinets. I hope I did. We're walking through and I open the cabinets carefully and see I did remove them, and feel relief.

earlier:

+ tennis. Playing on court, with pro (lesson). Arguing over "out" call at corner, but I was right there. Ball the size of a cherry? Go to try to find advanced service machine in [foreign country] store. They all are just auto ball shooters not what I need. Someone is talking about a pro's amazing serve, I visualize his serve, the kick-off from the ground and the follow-through

+ (f) trying to choose the right way on the freeway

+ (couple others, forgot)

later:

+ work epic:
arrive to building, lunch buffet (2 stations: squid salad (big whole squids), and some other grey/green mush),

anger SB (don't let her hang her stuff in my office), she stomps off, I try to get her back to apologize but she's too mad.

see JoDu (childhood neighborhood) and friend walking through the halls, they see me and take me to their meeting, they're in charge of documenting the history of a large atrium building (kind of weird for a job assignment I think). In the beginning they needed to call in actors to populate the atrium. Someone else was in charge of the license plates (?!?). I thought what if they hired a guy who played the saxophone, what if he didn't show up, etc. (did he have funny teeth?).

I'm on the 2nd floor balcony looking down to the ground floor, lots of employees are mulling around. A girl who doesn't work at that company comers in and looks sort of lost, she goes up to another girl and announces "I've been challenged to sleep with somebody in a very cold room!" I run down to the first floor a bunch of guys are crowding around her saying "I know a cold room!" "No, no, *I* know a cold room!". There's some guy there I'm wrestling with, I bite his head, he has weird grey-purplish skin. He calls to her "Hey, you want to go get a motel room!?" She answers "Yes!". I say to the guy "you get the heck out of here with your freaky grey skin!"

I'm in a relatively deserted area, there's a glass wall/door to the outside, a man is standing there with his face against the glass and wants in the back door, another employee is close to the door but ignores the guy and moves away, we should definitely not let him in. I'm inspecting and playing "musical sticks" that if you wack them against something make a chiming/wooden flute sound. I'm going to go play these in Africa? Trying to find the right stick, some don't sound right, some sound better, one comes apart in multiple pieces.

Walking down a hallway I come across an ice cream/smoothie station, I see bright purple ice cream. There is a menu of available flavors, cherry something, cherry jubilee(?), etc., I want that, the attendant motions that there are a bunch of already prepared drinks/ice creams on the counter, I reach for one but another guy steps in front, and pour himself a big glass from the one I wanted, I'm annoyed that he's going to take it all. Then I realize he actually emptied his glass back into the served container, now I need a fresh one and am waiting for it. The annoying guy's head pops up through a trap door in the floor inside the kiosk, and opens his mouth, and the attendant pours a stream of red smoothie in to the guy's mouth. The attendant finally pours me a cup that I'm holding but he gets is all over my shirt, I turn away in disgust and wonder, "Is this some sort of first day at work prank?"

I go outside, near the main entrance to the building, outside on the lawn there is some sort of HR festival, I hear some women discussing ideal placement for such-and-such a display. I ignore this first area. Then I'm walking through an area of people sitting on bar stools. I notice a hot girl with a shoulder-and-sleeveless top, with a nice view of side boob and bra. There is a woman attendant who walks by her and straightens out the hot girl's bra, (because the girl and the others on the bar stools are not allowed to move). The attendant speaks and sounds like another girl I had a crush on at a previous company but I do not turn around. I then see ex-gf SB again who falls down off her stool and and breaks her shoulder, I go down to help her up: I say "Hey, sweetie, hey baby, are you OK?" She answers angrily, "I'm not your sweetie!" I leave her there, she's still angry at me.

Some of us leave in a car going to a meeting in another building, this is a huge campus, a guy says "it's ridiculous that they put the XYZ group in the cell phone division". We finally arrive somewhere in a parking garage, we're lost, woman in garage who works in supermarket in that building says "there are lots of employees who shop here on their way home, you can ask them where your building is," good idea, I have to fit in, so I pick up a trendy long complex pastry item in a cellophane wrapper and I will pretend I eat these all the time, even though I just got it out of a vending machine. There is a group of girls outside the glass walls of the stairway and they are laughing.

+ on a driving trip, pulling in to a rest stop area. There are facilities, some are public, some are private, they seem like just lines of closets, some small, some large/long. One has cafeteria, guys with mugs with logos, enter, (talk to woman/), under a tent (wife?) is holding a giant bull penis, about 2 feet long and fist-thick and erect, it wobbles as if made of rubber, I'm standing by a fence, and she throws it at me and I barely dodge out of the way. Later I see the penis thing again with a bloody "bone" spot in the middle of its cross section where it was cut off on the bottom)

+ outdoors daylight, wide open empty plain, a guy is shooting a shotgun into the sky and the pellets are refelcting/falling back down off from the sky onto a large incline full of barrels and hitting the barrels. Then it's night and the guy warns of the jackals coming. I hear growling and see two little green reflective eyes in the distance. Start running and one is near me, I have no gun, it seems to be feigning injury, may be a trick, I'm fighting it off with a stick. The jackals dig into the sand like an arrow and launch themselves at you. Then it turns into a large human baby but I know it's a jackal, it's slippery, I'm at the edge of the sea and know I must down this thing. I get a grip and hold it under the waves, it struggles, I feel very uncomfortable about this as it looks like a human, it turns red, and becomes bloated and drowns and dies, the guy is which me and says "oh man do you think it was a real baby?" I say no, turn it upside down, it is a hollow plastic shell, empty inside except for some straps rolled up and taped against the insides, on the outer rim the words "Human Con" is written in small letters ("human container?"). I say "if this was real, there would be a stomach, heart, lungs, etc. in here".

+ ice skating rink: race (did I participate? I think I could do OK), following girl going counter-clockwise, doing front-crossovers, I'm on hockey skates, girl likes the center ice because it is smooth, it's for figure skating practice.

WBTB, long BTS, much day dreaming, find determination to sleep/dream more, eventually fall back asleep.

+ FA LD#155 I find myself awake in bed feeling frisky and "ready for action", so I turn to wife and start initiating contact, she seems receptive and we start embracing. Then I notice that across the living room out the window and into the neighboring house there is a figure standing at a window behind a thin curtain I think he's watching us, and very well may see us. So I get up and walk to the wall and close the curtains (the guy turns away as I do this?), return to bed (glimpse of other people walking in other rooms of our house?). I notice that there is a short curtain that has partially closed over the front of the TV set as well and think this is funny/interesting (it's in "solidarity" with the other curtain I just closed). My wife is then up and at the sliding glass door and lets in a little dog, she says something about someone bringing it for us, little dog comes running in, it's supposed to be just like our [deceased] dog L, he lifts his leg and pees on a scooter leaning against the wall near the bed. I think to myself, "now, if that dog looked more like 'L', I'd have to do a reality check!", I do a few nose pinches anyway, determine I can breathe, and get lucid. I immediately head out the sliding glass door to the garden and look around. I immediately see large rock formations against the back of the garden fence. They're very impressive. It is bright daylight outside. I walk to the center of the rectangular back yard, noticing all the stuff lying around, and remember my desire to narrate during LDs. I slow down and pay attention, and I start hearing birds chirping, it sounds and looks and feels *just like* a typical suburban garden. I start saying out loud what I see, "my old red/white/blue basketball [lying on the ground among the wood chips], a lovely BBQ, [turn around look behind me] pink flowers [like lilies, cone shaped] growing in a bush", I see a basketball hoop above the flowers. There is so much to see in this garden, if I narrate everything it will take the whole dream?! I see my wife walking ahead of me in the garden, still feel frisky, should I have sex with her? Decide: no.

I raise my eyes beyond the garden and see a neighboring house a ways across the hill, super tall (5-6 stories) and non-level sloping roof line sloping up from left [low] to right [higher]. I want to fly up to the roof of that house. I push off against the ground and aim my intention at the top of the roof. But instead, I go straight up very high into the air, several times higher than the roof of the neighbor house. I lose speed and start falling back down, and aim myself to the roof of the house and land there. It is a rich house with lots of security. I want to enter (there are hot girls in there?). The lock on the door seems like a game: you have to request something, do a quest, and return with the answer in order to get in, I think "screw that" and make a "throw away" gesture with my right arm and the door is ripped off its hinges. Inside, video game looking vague bad guys are shooting rifles/guns at me. I run through the hallway straight ahead, making squeezing gestures with my fists and they all "pop" and disappear. Then I know I have to face the boss of the place.

(discontinuity? Loss of lucidity)

I turn round a tight corner and enter a very small (one-two person) elevator, I know there's a girl there? There is, and I'm very excited at the prospect of making out with her. She is a petite "hostess" emo girl, not super pretty, with hair hanging down in front of her eyes. She seems annoyed/not welcoming attention. I face her and brush the hair off her face, she's wearing dark red lipstick and has a small mouth. She asks "How long will you want me for/will you be here?" She says that she was with a new customer "and [she] can make a lot of money." I take her in my arms and her whole body is trembling. I understand that the manager sent her to me, but that this interrupted her visit with another customer, I say "you're trembling, are you angry that you were interrupted?", (she indicates yes?), I talk to her and soothe her, tell her it's OK I don't want to take her from her other customer. I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I realize she's stopped trembling, (I say "see it's better now?"), elevator reaches the top, and I give her a light kiss on the lips, we go our separate ways. If the manager sees we're not together, he may get angry with her and she'd have to bring him to me, if that happens, I wonder if I should say she ditched me? No, won't do that.

Turn around, pass a manager telling waiter next to the kitchen to stop giving out breakfast menus (I see the pile and think I should take one because I want an omlet, but don't), keep going, enter large area (bowling alley?), just before I turn the corner I hear my instrument playing warm-ups, uh oh is it a rehearsal? I don't want to go, I'll tell them my instrument is in for repairs ["remember" this as being true anyway], sit down with group at a table, young guy waiter taking orders, look at menu seems to be pictures of burgers, I ask if breakfast is still available (I want that omelet!), he leaves to ask goes around corner, I say "bet he won't be back for 20 minutes". Briefly see plate of burger and fries on the table (then why did they order if they already have food?)

multiple sleep interruptions: loud street cleaning car at 5:30am, family drama call to my wife at 6:30am [I just got up for a couple hours] , alarm at 9:30. I slept until 2pm.

+ LD#154 in car [current country], traffic, side gate with official side traffic coming in, get past, walking, see kids coming down sidewalk to corner, one of them says to me "Hi, <….> [some strange name starting with W: Warner?]", I look at him his face changes getting older, he's a redhead. Later on short sexy moment and a lucid moment.

+ indoor area, see woman talking to girl with very long somewhat disheveled platinum blonde dreadlocks. Then sexy time encounter with the girl bent over something, some dirty talk. Then she mentions an "uncomfortable situation," we appear in my childhood home living room which is decorated for Christmas, I'm with the same girl, we're doing it on a chair she's straddling me, I see my dad sitting across the room on a couch and I guess that's the uncomfortable part as he gets up and walks out, I "fall out" and try to get going again with her as the dream transitions, I have a brief DO view of her, her friend, and a small child in a highchair with dark hair, all just in front of the Christmas tree.

+ very vivid near-lucid moment walking up staircase, moving through spooky deserted attics (I think "this place is creepy"), to find the friendly old librarian who gives me an "ancient scroll?" which is some a rolled-up teletype printout from decades ago, I start to unroll it to read it but she says no read it later, not here.

+ In current home [rare] kitchen, looking out the window, I see a man standing there who's climbed up the wall bit, and is to the side of our kitchen window, looking in. He has pure white hair. He says "I like watching your cat." Then my cat is at the window and pushing through the screen and jumps down outside and runs away with the man. I call to my son to chase them while I keep my eye on them. Then we're all outside chasing and it's now our [deceased] dog we're chasing, and we get him back eventually.

+ Many scenes in a restaurant on multiple levels on a sloping hill
1. Sitting at a table, the waiter is pissed that we didn't tip enough
2. I'm a manager but I'm handing over the baton to somebody?
3. I have a tender moment with the black woman (former lover?) with creepy huge mouth/lips [I'm not scared in the dream] covered in lipstick. She has a daughter who looks just like her whom I see briefly, then I'm having the moment with the woman, I give her a quick light kiss (I see those freaky lips pucker up for me), I say "you have amazing lips", and I tenderly touch her left cheek with my right hand.
4. sexy time boob goosing up the shirt of several different women [unclear]?

+ I feel like I'm constantly returning to and airport and trying to go somewhere. A plane starts to take off, but then the nose points back and and we re-land for some emergency situation.

+ Nightmare dog thing (like fluffy from Harry Potter) with a weird bun nose is sleeping, and (I or some other guy) is trying to slowly and quietly open a package of pudding, but the dog wakes up and starts hanging around threateningly.

+ I'm washing my phone and my tablet computer at a drinking fountain with my wife. I just very briefly put them under the water so they don't get ruined.

Then I'm reading the packaging for a cleaning thing, reading some nonsense chemical name, and I "realize" that this is the same chemical in SOS pads, and the package turns into an SOS pad box. I need to clean an oven with it. Some guy is there saying you'll never get the whole thing clean. I say [in a foreign language], "better than nothing!", he says "yeah, better than nothing."

earlier:

+ (f) on the coast line, I notice the water line receding, think this is the precursor for a tsunami, start running away, tell my friend to run

+ in apartment I share with ex-gf SB. I notice a large storage area built into the floor, it's about 8 feet deep and 1 square meter in cross section. Hey, that's a great place to store all of our junk I think. I notice it's not packed well. It's loosely filled with skinny, tall lamps and random things. I think if we worked a little bit every day, we could free up all the junk in the apartment and pack it efficiently into boxes and store it in this space. I briefly see and think about the little items all over the place that need to be dealt with before I move out.

There is a container with little bars of chocolate, I open some and eat them. I present them to SB and her female friend. They say they can only eat the little triangular ones (some name), and ask me if I ate them all? I can't remember but I don't answer because maybe I did. They also say they can only eat the long skinny ones (that also had a name), and I think I may have eaten those, too.

+ (impressions…fleeting…just can't grasp them…lots of content)

+ (finally recovered another one!) (f?) crocodiles at childhood home:
I'm down in the back yard, in the neighbor's yard down the hill from the property line are attack/guard crocodiles. One of them in particular is very nasty and aggressive, and quite fat. I know this one can lunge up to our level and grab someone, so we run away from the edge.

later:

+ homestead, bears, "community chamber pot", saw, tree blocking road, sewage/water/reclamation system in large sunken cellar
I've arrived at a remote spot in nature where my friends are building a homestead. The land is slightly rolling with some trees (near a river?). Bears are around, I see some. The homestead guy (DaGr?) says as long as you startle them they stay away.

A tree has fallen across the road where the buggy carrying the household items will come from. DG is chopping at it with an axe? I think that will take a really long time. I see a collection of old saws with different styles (some fat, long, short, sharp, skinny, etc.) of teeth. I'm looking for a large two-man saw to make short work of the large tree trunk blocking the road. I see several but not just what I'm looking for. Then DG shows me his new two-man saw. He says it's sharp (?) but I don't see any teeth on it at all. I'm looking at it trying to figure it out for a while.

DG hops down into the open cellar pit and punches an electronic button that starts up his invention: waste/sewage/water reclamation system that is the foundation of his company with his partner [false], it runs in pipes around the perimeter of the cellar pit. I notice that this pit is much larger than I noticed previously. He's telling about how the system works: people and animals contribute organic material with many different minerals and other substances that are extracted by his system. I eventually figure out what he means is that everybody pees and poops in a big "community chamber pot" and animals come and eat stuff from here and also poop in it, producing a mixture of material for the system to process. I ask him if he's going to build a holding wall for all the poop-mixture down here in the cellar.

DG is presenting a scoring system for lucid dreaming on a board for us. Fully lucid dreams get 3 points, semi-lucid dreams 2 points, non-lucid dreams 1 point, there are finer distinctions of scoring also available.

+ shopping for jeans in a big 'n tall store, hanging around a long time waiting for a salesman. Dual colored front/back pink/brown pants, don't have my size, arrive on motorized seat, sales clerk jokingly calls it "the lawnmower", can't see the size on any of the jeans. Light/white colored walls and cubbies, upscale feeling, woman in dressing room changing hey close the door, men's dressing room across the way, waiting for sales guy, eventually several of them come back (must be coming back from break I think) and I raise my hand, first one doesn't come, then I "recognize" my guy (large and with black beard?), I mention my size is right on the border, small for big ' n tall, large for regular stores, he says yeah that's there smallest size. He shows me the pants with the strange multi-color. I suppose I can try something other than blue jeans.
Just hanging around waiting and browsing for a long time.