Laberge4prez

So, I don't think that I'm connecting two unrelated dreams, but there might be some lapses in the events that take place between them. I was in a large group of peers, and one particular person singled me out in an asshole manner. I, then said that I gave "zero shits" about his comment and stormed off feeling self-righteous.

Then, I began juggling (something that's sort of a new hobby). I started with three balls and had decent success. It was at this point that the dream took a lucid turn. I realized that this would be a perfect place to practice juggling more than three balls. I tried five and failed horribly. However, because I was lucid, I never had to pick up the balls but rather summoned them again in my hands. This repeated for some time until I directed my lucidity towards better things.

I was presented with a large hill with a steep incline that seemed to host a terraced coffee plantation. I pointed at my goal and began to fly. I soared up the hill and began trying to summon a sexual buddy. I humorously kept failing in my expectations with numerous guys who, at first glance, looked like women. Eventually, I settled at the top of the hill for some conversation. I guess I was recognizing how futile my attempts were. This is where some fuzziness lies. I conversed for a while about the nature of this lucid dream, but almost all of the details escape me. I, then, realized that there was a woman in the group and asked if she cared to please me. She said that she did, and we left for a side room. I was aware that I might be losing lucidity due to over-stimulation, but the act was incredible. I kept rubbing my hands and looking at my dream body to stay grounded. Before I climaxed, I woke up in my bed.

My major take-away from this dream is that I need to be a lot more clear in my course of action for future lucid dreams. I think my nonchalance is aiding in my quest, but a little more direction would help me when my creativity fails and I solely seek out sex. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Moderation is key.

I've been getting a very healthy amount of sleep the last few nights. Perhaps too much. So, I have a few fragments from last night's dreams including one in which V was incorporated. We had rekindled something, but she obviously had a different vision for how things were going to play out. As I return to the bed to cuddle with her, she guides my face in a mild rejection. I feel deflated and realize that she's entirely in control of the situation. I was, myself, going through some strange emotions since I kept remembering how recently I had been dealing with feelings towards A. This is an on-going issue in my waking life, so I can hopefully use it as one of my major dream signs to look out for.

Current dream signs:
1. A
2. Birds, in pursuit of
3. Costa Rica, revisiting and perhaps living there
4. Derek, regaining communication and potential conversations

I woke up a good 3 hours before I needed to and summoned the energy to write down a dream fragment. Unfortunately, some of the writing is illegible, and I'm incapable of gaining any information from certain parts of it. Recall is becoming interesting. I need to use "awaken from the dream" more often throughout the day.

The last complete fragment I remember is of riding a motorcycle in a race attempting to prove myself against a few other slow-moving parades in the georgetown area. This fragment combined the recent viewing of motorcycle diaries with riding my bike with no hands. As I tried to go handless, I slid out of control. I thought this was at the expense of the entire race, but I managed to get back int the front and win the thing.

Before that, I know I was in a large house setting remarking upon a mild lucidity to the extent that I was calling myself a sill human for thinking so boldly that I could completely craft my dream environment. I tried to force move a mason jar to no avail. I also remember watching a few people walk incredibly close to a roller coaster which I anticipated them colliding with. I believe they gave the voyagers a high five though. The last decipherable comment is campaign balloons, and I vaguely recall the celebration of a democratic candidate winning. Nonetheless, I'm excited to go to sleep.

TB was telling me and a group of people about how he intended on taking acid in the next day or so while also expressing his concern of the fact that he has been exposed to a lot of military violence as of late, and he feared a bad trip. I think, from here, I walked as someone tried to explain to me the meaning of a "banished" style of governing which is a combination of republican and proletariat policies. I latched on to the Republican part and expressed that I enjoyed the existence of big government programs such as the Peace Corps. We continued walking until I came upon an underway soccer game. As the ball rolled towards me, I kicked it back and internally felt satisfied by not making a fool of myself.

The two other fragments which I can't connect to the main plot is that I did some sexual things with V, and it did not have any odd emotional overtones with it. Also, TB was driving an old luxury car at a pretty slow pace which caught a walking person off guard and complained wondering if the car was an automatic or not.

Tom, one of my friends who has recently been undergoing a lot of mental issues, keeps occurring in my dream realms. Two nights ago, he threw his cell phone out of the car (which he did in waking life as well). He continues to drive after consciously leaving our mutual friend, Thomas Beach, behind. I did not understand his motives, but I did nothing to stop him. Once we arrived at our destination, I weirdly put some fecal matter in an envelope and told Tom about it. I, personally, thought it was the funniest thing in the world and asked if he did as well. That's the only fragment I have from that night.

Last night, I dreamt of Tom being naked and sort of infiltrating my apartment. There was nothing sexual about the dream, but I did note the rather large size of his member. I was on a bunk bed and thought it appropriate to shout to my roommate, Thomas. I'm not sure if I was scared, but I was definitely concerned considering how late it was.