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+ in a close situation with a girl. It's like she's waiting for me to kiss her. I eventually work up the nerve to kiss her, and then we kiss a few more times, with me gently holding the back of her head with one of my hands. Then she's criticizing me for not being aggressive enough in being close with her. I protest that just kissed her! She gets up and walks over to some "guru" of hers and complains about me and asks his advice. While she's doing this in front of me I decide to start blustering about and speaking loudly and firmly about various things in order to make an impression of a solid, confident guy. The adviser doesn't buy it, the girl disappears, and the adviser comes in an (stabs me in the butt through my jeans back pocket?)

+ (f) outdoors, a hailstorm with massive (approaching tennis ball sized) hail stones starts. I see the giant hail stones lying on the ground, and yell for everyone to take cover.

+ (f) I'm walking through a man-made tunnel. They've dug a really big tunnel. I'm looking at the walls and things that they've constructed, they appear fairly strong. The walls and floors have a rectangular cross-section, not sloped/rounded like tunnels usually are.

+ riding some airship (my dad is driving?) up along a tall steep mountain slope. I really feel the G-forces of the ship/plane accelerating higher. I'm fairly nervous about the ship going too high, but then I realize that it doesn't matter how high you are in the plane, that doesn't determine its stability

+ spinning fireworks wheels are zipping across the sky, "I'm dreaming!" I declare but don't nose pinch and remain non-lucid.

+ fighting crocodile, saving wife, distracting it away from attacking her. Then I dance around to avoid the snapping jaws. I stuff empty 2-liter soda bottles into the croc's mouth. Then I feel bad about that and ask my wife if I should take them out, she says yes. So I take them out. We're moving fast down a road and I start flying, she (someone?) asks "what are you doing?" and I come up with some explanation.

+ in an open outdoor area with people, maneuvering through the crowd to rub up against and touch hot girls.

+ I hear a girl, our renter, screaming at my wife over the phone. Then I confront her in person, in a foreign language, saying she must pay, we have mortgate payments to make, etc. Then my wife appears by me and I tell her what I told the renter my wife approves.

+ jumping and running, a dog/bear thing is chasing? It's outdoors. There are some buildings up ahead. I jump and run and take a big leap into the air, but I end up heading right into the branches of a tree with no leaves and very sharp thorns/spiky branches and say "oops..." just before I hit it.

+ indoors with young people, there is a group of girls interested in us guys, we're checking them out. I'm arranging to get together alone with one in particular who likes me, we're doing playful/friendly touching but there are always people around.

+ riding a bus the driver is going crazy fast, I get off (into the snow?)

+ outdoors with groups of people, I hop up on a bus, turn around and see a girl I saw from before (earlier dream?) and leap down and boldly go up to her and kiss her. I'm semi-lucid but focused on the interaction. The girl fades in and our during the kiss. Then we're in bed and the girl fades in and out. I think I'm waking up but keep behaving like I'm in the dream with her. At one moment when she's faded back in I say "I love you!". I can't tell if I'm humping pillows while waking up or the dream girl. At one point I stick a finger in and realize it's not a pillow but the dream girl. After truly waking up I realize the entire scenario was full dream the entire time, it was a dream bed that I was in.

Pretty much no recall since Saturday, when I departed on an international business trip. Jet lag always does this. The dreaming will return as I adjust to the new timezone.

I woke directly from a dream this morning and remembered the last scene clearly

+ driving on a bus, I'm driving so I can control it, there's a bus behind us and someone with me needs something from a woman (a tour guide?) on the bus behind us, so I'm trying to stop where they'll stop, we're ahead.

In a road-side rest stop/shop, there are two rooms, we're in the first room, then go to the 2nd. There's a bakery counter there, and women behind the counter. They're selling pastries, I'm trying to get one, a young lady asks me if I want vanilla, chocolate, or *coffee!*, I didn't hear exactly what she said properly so I hope it's the pastry that I want, I ask for the vanilla and she takes off the cover and it's sort of a flat fruit tart and hands it to me.
She catches the eye of another woman next to me and gives her a "look" regarding me, like she's saying, "This is the guy." I'm not quite sure what their attention is all about.

The tour guide woman is in the first room, I suppose we should meet.

+ (f) something with colleague MWP walking in trenches?

+ ex-GF DB and I are standing close to each other and agree to reboot our relationship, "Hi, I'm XYZ, nice to meet you!" and we shake (pinkies?). She indicates a note that she doesn't want to read again, I (offer?) to throw it away for her, she says it's written in code. So I run to a (bathroom?) and open it and read it to see if there's any gossip about me. The code is easy to decipher, just interspersed words. The note becomes a large bookcase on a wall full of books, one book has my full name written on it. Books are falling off the bookshelve into my hands and I try to juggle them while putting them back on the shelf.

+ (f) chess play/talk with son S1, about pawns, I think d4/e4 is a good structure, you can storm your opponent with pawns, he asks if you should capture some

+ my son catches a mountain lion and puts it in a leash in the back yard, I think this is a terrible idea, it attacks and slightly mauls me, we bring it inside and befriend it, then when the animal control people come to take it away I blubber like a baby and hug it and rub its fur and say "I'm sorry I'm weak and couldn't keep you" or s.l. that.

+

Spoiler for sexy time:

fingering and licking a girl's v-jay walk we walk down the road, she likes it, other people may see!

+ game "Fookah Farooka Flayah", a card game where you knock down 3 figures from your opponent by playing the right cards, there are some play money counters involved as well, several people are setting up to play

+ (f) skateboarding down and up a road on a powered skateboard where the on/off button is towards the front of the board, it runs out of power

+ a 3-foot volcano of smelly poop is in the house, and I run to the windows to throw them open to let out the small, then the house is overrun by a massive crowd of little kids (boys mostly) who start eating me out of house and home, I shoo them out of the kitchen then walk around eating a massive, flat, chocolate cake, sit at a table with a black woman (my GF?) and offer her some cake, she refuses, and I tell her that it's make out of "splenda" so she can have some it's not too sweet, she says OK, and tries a bit and really likes it. Someone congratulates me on losing weight, I say thank you. Then there is a DC / narrator musing statement about what happens when someone loses weight, do they stop hanging out with their friends whom they were with before they lost weight?

+ I go back inside my childhood home because we left it and I think I may have left a door open. Inside, I go to the alarm keypad code and start entering the old code, then I remember it has changed as I try to enter it, I try to remember the new code but can't. The alarm rings a bit? I leave out the front door and up the steps to the street and encounter there a guy who was leaving me some notes about stuff that was in my house?

Outside on the street some of our stuff is laid out on a table. Oh, good so not all was stolen. A guy there says "Hey will you take a picture of me standing here next to your stuff?" I say OK. The guy then says, "HAH! Never take pictures of other people next to your stuff! They might claim it as their own!"

+ in the Sierras, not my camp but nearby, lovely mountains, lakes. Bunch of people there. I ponder the notion that people gather around by the campfire in camaraderie but back at some stay to themselves.

+ in childhood home? I snap open a newspaper and glance at the comics (seems to either be the comics section or the opinion page [same thing? haha]). I wonder what the world would be like if there were no such thing as thin paper but only thick cardboard, what would newspapers look like?

+ on a plane there was some big scandal where one type of thing got replaced by another?

+ (f) in class, asking DD for notes on the class that I missed

+ (f) turning on a light switch in (my house?) and watching the lights go on/off

+ (f) in childhood home living room, my mother receives a note of appreciation from two girls with Japanese names (Tamriko, and ???)

+ this was very long and very vivid:
in dentist office, dentist starts talking about cancerous cavities that DD has, I see a 3D view of his back molars

Go out, concert, hear a guy playing my instrument and I nod and look at BeDo (high school pal) and he looks at me like "is that your instrument" and I nod "yes." The player is not very good but passable.

Back inside, the dentist is Donald Trump. He lives in this office. He's rich, why does he live here? DT gives a tour of his kitchen. He folds down some table/cutting board thing that is stainless steel and supposedly very cool. I then see a used cereal tub (tupperware) and I see chunks of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in there and look at DT and he says s.l. "don't be looking in there."

We're heading outside again to the big party. DT has made a bunch of baked goods and people are taking them outside. I grab a cupcake/muffin, a cookie, and a mini-cupcake. We go outside. I eat them. I think "oh man that blows my calorie budget for the entire meal right there."

+ pulling up and double parking outside a furniture store. I go and and lay out my stuff (fluffy animal skin rugs) right next to another guy who has almost exactly the same things. I tell to someone how I love this store, I always come here to sell my things. "Hey, why not get $50, $100 for your stuff?" I say.

It felt like a long night of dreaming, I came away with two solid dreams

+ I'm trying to get with SG, we're starting to have suggestive conversations, but her relatives get in the way. At one point, I'm feeling her juicy girl-bits and she likes it but we want to get more serious, but can't. I'm on the back steps of my childhood home leading to the back yard, and I think ah well, if I can't get with SG, at least I can fly a bit and take off down to the back lawn. My family is on the lawn and my (mother?) chastises me for flying, saying "you know how that bothers us." There is a big white ceramic sink there, and I notice a small bit of hair sticking out of a drain. I grab a set of needlenose pliers and start to pull it out. A nasty dirty chunk of the sink hair comes out. Then I see another portion, and I also start puling it out. This is a long piece that goes on for a while I keep reeling it in, finally it ends. I feel a bit embarrassed about doing this. My sister is nearby and she (says?) that this is probably her hair.

+ (f) some club activity regarding books?

+ (f) some overhead view of a building and people leaving it wearing odd clothes (?)

+ (f) driving up the snow-covered ramp on to a (battleship?). I'm concerned the car will not keep its traction, and even slide over the left side as we head to the left lane.

+ I'm in some building (indoors glass walled room? [dream sign]). There is some bomb thing on the floor? An automated turret? There is also a turret outside. The turret outside is remotely controlled by some enemy it turns out. This activates the bomb/turret inside. The turret can fire bullets, and it automatically tracks people. I walk bath and forth and the barrel of the gun on the turret tracks my movements.

The teams are arming for battle. I"m sitting at the top of a winding slide together with a man on the enemy team, it's like he's sitting on my lap. He is armed with some sort of (nuclear?) bomb and a big heavy pistol, which he's holding in his hand. I grab his hand holding the gun so he just can't shoot me when the "go" signal is given. I think and say that this battle is pointless, that so much life on each side will be pointlessly lost. I'm rethinking my participation. Some leader (female) calls us and we slide down, she's going to re-arrange the rules so that we're not fighting each other? The guy I was sitting with says he left the bomb stuff back up at the top of the slide.

+ (f) something in a (Mexican?) restaurant

+ (epic) On a small golf course set in Africa, the narrator says despite the conditions it's a fairly good course. There's one guy putting there. The country is some N-letter African country like Nigeria or Namibia.

I look around, and notice the vegetation is strange, exotic, fairly sparse, like it's a dry region. I see rolling hills running far into the distance over a huge open plain.

I'm near a ridge up ahead, and I hear the roar of a raging torrent of water down in the valley beyond the ridge, I love big rivers so I run to the tip of the ridge and look out over a massive river valley with a huge river running through it. The river starts to flood, and I turn and starting running. Then I start flying.

I'm flying around some buildings trying to keep my bearings trying to find the way back to where I started. I sense where I'm going is up ahead and a bit to the right.

Then I'm in a room in a building, I'm trying to get out of here. There's a guy talking to me but there is really loud music playing at the same time and I'm yelling at him over the music to turn it off, eventually it gets turned off. I'm telling him about the flood heading this way and point out the window, the wall of water in the distance is approaching, we can see.

I'm searching for the phone number of the place to call that will suck me through the phone out of there like in The Matrix. I think it's the number for some Mexican-sounding restaurant that starts with A or B. I imagine I could google it but never do.

I'm a captive here. My captor enters and I'm attaching a long jigsaw blade to the power knife and it goes up and down a big I show this to him and this is how I will cut all the meat. I get the guy to leave me alone, so I can continue searching for the phone number that will get me out of here.

He comes in again and I plead with him to leave so I can plan my escape more. There is a tall pile of large gold coins (chocolate?) on the table and I take a handful and put them in my pocket, this will help me somehow, the guy sees me and tells me to put them back.

At long last I see my chance for escape. The doors to the garden outside is open and there is a short piece of ground heading down a bit and then over a drop and I plan to go out and fly away.
I walk outside and take some running steps and launch myself out into the air and start gliding away. I'm not going very fast and this concerns me. (I imagine I have jet engines coming out of my feet? Doesn't help). I'm a few hundred yards away from the house and I look back over my shoulder, to see if I'm being pursued, and I see the launch of a small thing that rapidly approaches me.

I catch it in my hand, it's a small (mechanized?) bird with a poison bite. I ask it if it wants to come with me to California. It has a cartoon face with two dots for eyes and a line for a mouth. It "nods its head" yes, but then it still tries to bite me, so I squish it in my hands.

A bit later I'm flying down into fog, but there are some pursuit vehicles behind me with glowing magenta engines. I hope I'll lose them in the fog.

+ climbing up a hill covered with grass, there are strange hexagonal cushioned sections set into the ground and this reminds me of the place I was before. At the top I do something with my old Boy Scouts sleeping bag.

+ (f) riding a bike to SF. Friend NI and someone else is on the back. They're distracting me and saying they don't want to ride the bike there and back that's too much. I drive into a ditch and the front wheel hits hard and I say "see that happened because you're distracting me"

+ (f) in a talk about context-sensitive grammars. A few of the grammar rules are written on a board. There is a girl sitting close to me on my left.

+ (f) a fight situation. I push an opponent girl off a ledge and she falls a far way and I look over and see she landed on a big giant inflated thing

+ (f) climbing/sliding/drifting down a giant scaffolding

Overflow night. Lots of dreams, nothing epic, but tons of recall

+ stocks, "completely retarded English language education"

+ SB in trouble in house, starts doing dishes to help, too little too late, complains that old woman is gone a lot, woman says "No, I was on a Saturday night date"

+ flipping through papers in class, all marked "A", friend MR wants to help, go to restaurant and they're serving signature bloody mary's and keeping everyone's glass full

+ fight in some place, hit guy hard on head, then we start drinking shots/cocktails with a lot of hot peppers added

+ Showing U. lake to girls, the water level is low, show the dam, go to dam and concerned about them getting close to the edge it's a massive waterfall

+ inspection at the bridge toll-house, "We'll teach them a lesson," they impound our couch until October, I complain that's not fair we've done nothing wrong, I'm outraged but the guards are pissed. I laugh "haha I had a dream about getting stopped at the bridge inspection"

+ flying in vehicle, it goes by a vertical cliff and flies right up along it I'm nervous about this

+ the pool we must dive into is really cold. In the water with some girls, the girl wants to stay close to me to stay warm, I'm quite happy about this

+ see some guys looking at me from a bar, do I know them? I pretend I do, I sort of recognize one of the guys, we start talking about when our term papers are due

LD Feb goal: achieved 4/10, 6 to go!

recall sort of "supressed" it seems at the moment, I'm guessing by intense my diet & exercise regime. I'm only managing short snippets of what was happening right around when I wake up.

+ birthday party, champagne and red wine (someone says "give me whatever is healthier", I think and say "that would be the red wine"), TZ plays guitar awesomely, son S2 is there with messy hair [true], I'm worried that I can't eat the pizza because I'll ruin my fitness program.

+ flying a jet and firing on ground targets. At first it's a simulation and I'm waiting for the targets to turn red on my HUD, but then it seems real. At first I press the wrong button on the joystick to fire but then I pull and hold the proper trigger button. I'm holding my fire for a long time on targets but they don't seem to explode/die for some reason.

+ driving in a car quickly at night, pass some guys walking on the street who look like trouble, quickly turn into a driveway way too fast (another guy is driving), hope we don't hit anything or anyone, come to a stop by the house, get out and I see bees flying around I think this is a bee farm, and I'm looking for the restrooms which I think I see in the distance.

Later we're walking in a mall lot and my wife points out a large restaurant in the distance and says "why don't we go eat here"

+ LD#178, perhaps my most poorly recalled lucid, very odd. I swooped in to kiss a girl, got lucid, affirmed out loud "I am dreaming," I look around to stabilize, worry a bit about waking, and that's about all I remember. I'm sure there was more. But by my rules I'm counting it because I made a positive affirmation of dreaming.

+ returning to our car with a (black?) girl, we go to the front passenger door, and she sees that we've left a bunch of things on top of our car. I go to the driver door and we get in and we're talking about how this could be, she says it's because nobody wants anybody else' old moldy clothing, etc., and we agree this would be a great way to hide things we don't want stolen, inside old dirty sheets or clothing.

There was a lot more but it slipped away.

4 nights left in Feb and 7 LDs remain of my goal! Had a BTS victory this morning with the intention of LDing, and the subject of dreaming came up and I even did a RC but I was just showing off for my friends, not really suspecting, so I just went on with the dream.

Recall not great tonight, but some fun moments!

+ see hot neighbor woman from my window through their window, play frisbee with her and her husband in their yard, frisbee goes on their roof and they're off to play tennis so I go home, and there's an odd gasoline dispenser in my garage that won't stand up straight and there's some strange guy on it

+ sitting on some (boat?) vehicle or airport seating area with my two sons when a girl comes up and gives something to each of us which we don't want. She sits down to our right (sons are to my right), a narrator says that she must sleep with us (as is sleeping). Girl says "oh I won't sleep with *them*" meaning my sons, "but I'll sleep with *him*" meaning me. I feel a little zing from this.

+ in a yard outside I'm sitting at a table and I unzip my jeans for some fun time, but I hear someone on the edge of the area clear their through "hem hem" and I freeze, there's a girl there reading something. I don't want to zip up my pants because the gesture will be easily seen and they'll know I had previously unzipped. I stand up and try to find a place to zip up but can't, and go back to my seat still unzipped. Girl comes over and sits next to me at my table, says "I didn't want those guys looking over me" (there were 3 guys standing behind where she was).

It turns out she is a student of (information warfare?, the art of convincing people to do things for the government?). She talks animatedly about her studies in some detail and I'm very interested. She has a thick pile of books and I glance at the titles along the spines. She is thin, and has some (in an adorable way) not perfectly straight teeth, and has deep brown eyes.

After some while of speaking with her, I get bold and place my hand on her thin thigh (she's wearing jeans) and mention something like "it's time we got down to business"?

Then we're having sex, I want to change positions, and as we do, she disappears, she's replaced by a magazine (comic-like) of many pictures of her, I think somehow if I can get her to reappear from this comic. I head upstairs, (it's now my childhood home), I notice a door off the side of the stairway to an attic area [false, no such door] is slightly open and the light from inside rims the door frame, I think my mom is in there looking for something.

+ Next scene: I'm sitting on some torture/interrogation chair, and some bad guy is pacing behind me, I place my fists up tightly under my chin so he can't put a strangling cord around my neck. There is a girl in the scene and I manage to convince her to come sit on my lap (and I pull down her pants?)

+ (f) pool, swimming laps, going faster than someone to beat them to the edge

+ I'm in my house and there are several people there taking showers. Some women are toweling their hair on the other side of a barrier and I walk around it to check them out. They're all wearing disposable robes and shower caps it turns out. There is a tennis shoe that I pick up and look at closely, it is white and clean except for the tip, it's not my shoe though. I head out to go take a shower, and people tell me that towels (green ones) are folded on the table by the doorway, I see them, but I already know this because it's my house!

+ (f) see my reflection, I'm starting to look hot with all the exercise I'm doing, women in shower checking me out.

+ joking around outside with friends. I say "hey I'll check to see if we're dreaming, ha ha (I think, obviously we're not), how can I do that? I'll show you, <nose pinch> (I think I can't breathe, but not sure), I slap myself a few times jokinging, "hah, see, told you!" and then we clear out of the road so the procession can come by. Hitler is giving a speech across the street and we want to go listen.

+ a small girl wants me to move her to another bed, it appears a small boy is bothering her in her bed. I take her to my parent's bedroom in my childhood home. The bed's been lifted up and there is clothing strewn around the room, the bed may be put back down later. I look for sheets to place on the carpet to make up a bed for her.

+ (f) basketball, trying and eventually get a good jump and make a successful dunk. Try again and can't dunk again.

+ (f) rabbits. Strange odd rabbits, and going into a store and doing something with them.

+ riding lying back on a bicycle with a girl on top of me and I have fingers in interesting places, I have her boob in my mouth and she says "oooh, you've never kissed me like that before!". I'm getting shy since people in cars are looking and I try to move the girl around and block her privates with my hands from onlookers.

We arrive at a building and go in and I wonder where we're going to park/lock our bikes.

We're in a room and there is a middle-aged man there and these chairs with spring-loaded seats that start high (so that homeless won't sleep on them), and you push them down, and then it springs back up quickly like a toaster, throwing you forwards and up into the air.

We're then walking back down the stairs towards the bike, (rest forgotten)

+ I'm in a basement. I'm barefoot, and I'm trying to avoid stepping on anything sharp or nasty by blowing on the ground in front of me to sweep away anything I might step on. I come upon some construction materials and tools, hammers and nails on the ground, and I think these should be cleaned up but keep going. I notice that I can see windows that reveal the ground level about 6 feet above the floor of the basement, there is a path along the house there.

Along the wall of the basement, I see roots of plants growing extending down into the basement. I see along the wall 90 degrees from the root wall a bunch of small bright green houseplants in pots. I see a bright green frog emerge from one of these and say something like "hello, frog!".

The roots I'm looking at now are very thick, and run vertically and horizontally along the wall, they're the trunk of a tree in the garden. It's a very rare tree. I'm looking up at the canopy (only about 10 feet high), it's a bright, beautiful site.

This last dream was very vivid and present (VnP).

+ (f) football, watching some teams play. There is a little dwarf coach who runs out on the field in between the plays and runs back off to the sidelines for the play.

+ I'm telling my elderly neighbors to water the garden plants for me, at least once a week, or else my wife will be furious to return and find them all dead. I'm thinking they can use the back-and-forth sprinkler on the left side, and there's a little round sprinkler down in the lower right corner for the right side. Location: on street outside childhood home.

+ (f) I'm leaving the house and its pouring rain outside. I start putting on a full body rain suit

+ I'm leaving and airplane, and I'm in a real hurry for the connecting flight. They tell me while I'm running off the plane NOT to turn to the left. I get to the terminal and the attendants are directing me through a series of side corridors: "Hurry!" "He won't make it!" I get to a place outside where the planes taxi in some back area and I keep expecting to see my plane taking off but it doens't appear, so I keep running, and I think I can make it, I meet my family (with small kids) in the terminal later

+ Some girls appear on the street driving a golf-cart-looking car. "Let me drive!" I insist (because I'm the only one with a valid driver's license) [true]. They don't let me drive. "LET ME DRIVE!" I yell but they don't let me, they make some gesture with their hands about how their hands and legs affect the steering.

At a table in a restaurant, a waitress brings up a glass and says "here's your beet juice." It is a small glass of it and very pink/red/beet colored. Then the girl next to me has a beet-colored tumbler full of some slushy cocktail. I'm saying that all the local football teams lost. A preppy guy at the table seems annoyed with me (hear him rather than see him) and he says "I bet you only ordered cheese and pepperoni on the pizza."

+ (f) at work with young colleagues

+ instrument got all mixed up, in the music room of the instrument makes, tons of instruments and parts of them strewn all about, including "instrument making class" where I try out the student projects, funny overlarge mouthpiece, they say "this is a professional player"

+ pool, girl with misaligned bikini bottom and exposed bits, great view, follow her around, she notices me, group of people in water, they drain the water out of the pool, time to get out

+ (f) in a hallway playing awesome scales on my instrument

+ (f) girls scrubbing the sloping cobbled floor with soap and water in a resort area

+ standing on a road in an area nature of a big/medium city (my hometown), struck still by the view of a beautiful untouched wetlands area, go on a long monologue telling a guy standing there about how it's such a shame that this place used to be so beautiful now it's all built up, but "that's progress," how everyone thinks "I should be the only one allowed to build here, nobody else," but since everyone thinks this way then that's how areas lose their pristine nature.

Then I notice his car (he's there with his wife [and kid?] on a [camping?] trip). It's a sort of two-level open jeep-like thing. Very boxy, orange/yellow colored, open. The driver's seat is up on the second level, and on the first level there is a large covered area. I climb in and look all around, appreciating and telling the guy that you can fit all kinds of things in here, that you can sleep under the covered area very comfortably. I tell him about my cars, I mis-remember my last big minivan, then I remember it and look and see that it now is a huge motor home, slightly confused by that. Get it in with my wife and pull a U-turn and drive away, almost wacking the people I was just speaking to with the back of the van which whips around very fast. Wife tells me to be careful an I realize I always forget about the back whipping around thing when making a tight turn.