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I invited a few friends to my house. One of them lives in north Jersey, the other two I know from a gardening group that I used to be involved in. The gardening people came but the guy quickly left. I was at the house where I grew up. Me and the girl were sitting on the couch. I was offering her beer and coffee but she just wanted water. I was worried that I was boring her because I couldn't keep a compelling convo going. We were sitting with butts touching though on the couch watching tv. Later I went to the fridge to get some food and then I called NM, my friend from No Jers. He answered and said he wouldn't make it. I told him I was mad at him but that I wouldn't hold that anger for that long and it was okay. Next, my landlord called and told me that I couldn't have a party at the house. I told her in strong voice that I wasn't having a party and that she can't regulate that. Suddenly, a party of like 50 people arrived, most were from my high school. I was thrilled about this. The venue became a hybrid of the house I grew up in, my uncle's basement, and the house I currently live in. I saw a guy from my tennis team, CP and we were thrilled to see each other. The party was coming to an end early and I went to see my gf who was doing homework upstairs. There were no partiers upstairs. We slept in a different bed.

I a different dream, I left work with my co-worker MB. We went to a perfume shop, though both of us thought it would be lame. It wasn't. They had all sorts of scents, condoms, and cds. All these homeless people kept coming in and talking to the woman at the register. This homeless guy who I always avoid in town came in and I got angry but the woman was friendly toward him. When we left we saw another co-worker KY. She was drawing or something. There were some people nearby outside of their cars and they were talking about directions. They were headed to the All Good Music Festival. KY had a gps in her car and she went to get it so that she could give them directions. They were a mix of people reminiscent of some people I once met 10 years ago, with one token crazy hippy who said something hilarious (to us) that all of his fellow travelers were annoyed at.

In another dream I went on some kind of hike.

Commentary non-lucid

I was on vacation for the weekend and didn't have a great chance to work on my dreaming. I had one dream that was memorable that I will relate.

I went on a walk with my family. To my dismay, my dad brought along the family dog . While walking, it started shitting. It went several times in a large circle and made what looked like a mushroom fairy ring. The problem was that we didn't have anything to pick it up with. My dad was about to walk back to the apartment to get a plastic bag but I just wanted to get on with our walk. I walked into the street where there was a lot of trash. I thought there would be some bags available. There were but they were mostly dirty. I found one that was fairly clean and started cleaning the crap. Some punk rock looking people arrived and one of them who was pretty large started helping me put crap in my bag. He missed and the crap landed on my shirt and pants. I got pissed and started to argue with him. He was giggling that he did it and I wanted to start a fight. I put up my hands into fighting position and took on the form of many different fighters that I've seen including an old man fighting a young whippersnapper, a kung fu fighter, and some others. As this transformation was occurring, me and the guy started to lose our anger and it became fun. Other concerned people were descending upon us, about to break us up. I turned and reassured them with a song.... "It's just a faaaantasy, no need to woooory. It's just a faaaantasy...something something something." I don't know if this meant that I knew that I was dreaming or that I knew that we were just play fighting.

Later, I was in a house where a party was occurring. I don't recall much now, but I know that at one point my grandfather died. I felt bad because it was my fault. At that, he came back to life and then just disappeared. We were like, "he disappeared!"

Some people were trying to take a picture with me, but I didn't know who they were.

Commentarynon-lucidlucid
Had only two beers last night at the bar before going to bed but felt terrible afterwards and it effected my sleep. I was so groggy in the morning and couldn't recall one dream. By the way, bars seem to be a dream sign so I did a few reality checks while I was there.

I was in the kitchen of my house and I was washing my face over the sink with liquid scopolamine (I had watched a documentary about this before going off to the bar). I was careful not to get any in my mouth or to sniff any of it because I didn't want to lose control of myself and be drugged. I think my mother came in for a while. I think I might have accidentally swallowed some and I was waiting nervously for the onset of the effects.

Commentary Non-lucid Lucid
Several dreams tonight about hiding from something or searching for something. I had the thought in one of my dreams that I was lucid but when I tried to experience the dream lucidly I came out of it quickly and woke up. I wasn't too frustrated when I woke up.

Nearly Lucid - Strange City - Jail Break - Mountain Lion - Shopping MallArrive in a strange city on a personal "train" station. The city is called "Somerset" and the word is big and bold on every building. One of the first buildings that I passed was the county jail. Some of the windows were busted open and it was obvious that there was a break-out. Nobody seemed concerned on the street but I could sense the fear in the air. I sped up my walking because I didn't want an escaped prisoner sneaking up on me. Around a corner I spotted a still mountain lion on the sidewalk. It frightened me and I thought it would attack me. I decided to attack it first by going up from behind it around the block. I did this but it was gone by the time I rounded the block. Soon, I walked into a mall. I'm shopping for fall/winter clothes thinking about what my girlfriend would like. They were very eccentric clothes, with brightly colored stripes. On the radio, they were playing the Grateful Dead's version of "When I Paint my Masterpiece." I'm done with that. I go walking through the mall. There are many people all around. Suddenly, and I don't know why, I had the thought I'm lucid! I'm lucid!Quickly, the dream became cloudy and the people started to disappear and reappear quickly. I was losing awareness of my dream body. Meanwhile I'm trying to rub my hands and make a hot girl appear.I haven't really read up on the methods for staying lucid yet lol. Then I started waking up, but didn't fully wake up and went into another sleep cycle.

Lighting & Grateful Dead
Was under a tall bridge in a riverside park with the Grateful Dead (Lesh and Weir were the only ones recognizable). There was a fierce lightning storm and I kept trying to find the best spot to avoid being struck. I was the only one worrying so much. I asked Weir for a ride to my house. He obliged. I said goodbye to the girls, who were people from from my life.

Tropical Lagoon Detective
I'm in a tropical lagoon. I'm on a rock looking at a cat. The cat is looking for "evidence." Supposedly, it is the best at what it does. I dive in myself and start looking for evidence. The cat looks at me like "who do you think you are?" but then accepts me and we help each other. We go up to this stone memorial that is halfway submerged below the water. There are many names on it but I don't make any of them out. They're clues....

I end up in a house who's first floor is flooded with water. We are hiding but someone on the second floor sees me and says that I'm careless.

Suddenly, I'm on the second floor of a bar overlooking a parade of some sort. It is rather crowded. My old housemate is there. He's not happy with me, lecturing me on how you have to work hard to keep your friends. I consider purchasing a spear gun to protect me from sharks and other dangers but my cat (who has transformed into a human) tells me its not necessary. There has never been a shark attack in that lagoon.

Argument between my aunt and father
It was at a family dinner. There were many people there, some of whom don't like each other; they consisted of some of the women who live in our town who have contributed to the breakup of my aunt and uncle and to the breakup of the friendship between my mother and her best friend and tensions between my mother and aunt (it's fucked up). My aunt started complaining about something she divorced her husband a year ago but everyone in the family including me and my father still loves him and this causes her some anger toward us. My dad is fed up with her complaining and starts verbally arguing with her. They are jabbing each other back and forth in front of each other. There is insults against the others genitalia. Finally, I get between my dad and aunt, point to my aunt and say, "you have to leave" and then point to my dad and say "and you have to stop criticizing her in front of everybody." At that, they do as I demand. I walk my aunt out and as she leaves I kiss my hand and put it to hers. She has this really kind of gross way of kissing where she purses her lips to an extreme degree. That is why I didn't kiss her face.

I was walking down the street holding hands with my girlfriend (YW). It was on a street of the city where I work that is more or less the gate into the bad neighborhood and in waking life I feel anxious on that street. It was night time and the street was pretty deserted. We needed to get to my car. Ahead there were two homeless people; a couple. As me and my girlfriend approached them, we lost control of ourselves and walked between them. The man then fell over onto me. He was offended and thought that I had fell onto him. He then became enraged and attacked me but I fought him off and beat him. His partner was trying to take care of him as me and YW scurried away. We walked through some other settings, but all the while had an anxiety that the two were looking for me because we both lived in the same city and frequented the same area.

Later I was at the home of a girl I used to date (CL). It was a college neighborhood type place. She was kind of coming and going from the scene. I think she was flirting with guys and it also emerged that she had some kind of girlfriend. I wanted to tell her the story of the homeless guy. I began to tell her when some people from the zen meditation group came. I stopped the story while they were there because it seemed wrong that I would do something like that if I'm a Buddhist. When they left, I continued my story. She is also a Buddhist but somehow she understood and was somewhat admiring of me.