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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve only slept two-and-a-half hours but I’m already beingwoken by my neighbor’s contractors. They are loud and moving about not far frommy bedroom. I’m listening to their words as they cuss and talk about the moldingson his house. I really hate them.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I fall back asleep but I can now see their words floating inthe air above me as they penetrate the wall by my head. The words are white andbold, as though someone typed them in their air. I am shooting them with mylaser rifle for points. Words that end in -y- are worth 7 points, words thathave a -th- in them are worth 5 pointsand any word that ends in -s- is worth 3 points. All other words are worth oneunless it ends in a double vowel.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While playing this game I can see my score adding up on anearby scoreboard mounted inside the wall to my right. Normally this would bewhere my closet is. I’m listed as the Home team. The Visitor team hasn’t shotyet and their score is zero. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m suddenly aware of fans sitting in bleachers on the edgeof the room, and most are cheering for me. I look down at the clothes I’mwearing and find they are bright blue. I suddenly become lucid, rememberingthat blue is my dream sign (as listed in my workbook) and I touch my shirtwhile looking down at it. My hand becomes blue, absorbing the color from theshirt like a paper towel absorbs water, and I start laughing. I can’t believemy hand is actually blue! I turn it this way and that to make sure it is real,counting my fingers and finding all five are in place. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe my RC actually worked, and the wonder of itmakes me feel like I’m about to lose my dream. I start reciting,” I amdreaming, I am dreaming!” and my dream stabilizes. My surroundings have changedinto a basketball court but this doesn’t suit me. I’ve never been one to standout and perform, even hating being inside the gym in high school. I know I can’tjust walk out without a reason so I shoot directly at a blank spot in thebleachers, creating a hole just big enough to walk through if I bend over. Thismakes the crowd cheer with a roar![/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I drop my gun, which looks something like a Tommy Gun mixedwith a child’s toy, white and plastic and cheap-looking. I don’t need it anylonger and I really just want to go somewhere else. I walk through the hole,passing the faceless opposing team as I do, words coming out of their mouthssimilar to the ones I was shooting but smaller. Their heads seem too small fortheir bodies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I see the janitor up ahead mopping the floor. He’s old,wearing coveralls and using a silver pail for his water instead of the bigmop-bucket on wheels that I am used to seeing. As I approach he offers me themop he’s using and just as I take it, I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Stupid contractors are still outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love falling back to sleep on wekeends. This totally made up for the sad feelings I had during the previous dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Falling back into sleep following a previous dream I findmyself back in my room at my mom’s house. I’m sitting on the floor andlistening to my stereo. In my lap is my stuffed Poof Dog which has been with mesince childhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a flash I suddenly become lucid and remember the Task ofthe Month, though I don’t think of the words. I simply remember that I’msupposed to bring my toy to life. My Poof Dog grows in size and becomes alive,and I stand up because he is too bouncy on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I immediately want to test his abilities so I open the doorto my balcony. He follows me through the door and we are now looking over myback yard, about eight feet below. This is a pretty high jump for a person evenwith the soft grass below, and I suspect it might also be high for a dog withshort legs like he has, yet something inside me believes he will be just fine.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Jump!” I commanded him, and I waved my arm in anexaggerated sweeping motion. He squeezed in between the support beams and leaptto the ground below where my friend was looking up at us. My friend seemsunsure about this move, and she says he might get hurt. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“He’s fine! See?” I say to her as he briefly stumbles andthen walks towards the back door of the house, wagging his tail happily. “Iknew he could do it because you can’t get hurt in the dreamworld.” Poof Dog stridesright in the back door and bounds up the stairs to return to me. I pat him onthe back as he licks my other hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]Then my neighbor slammed his car door outside mybedroom window and I woke up.[/FONT]

This dream was powerful enough to affect me even after I woke. I still have the visions from this dream in my head. The moments of lucidity were both realistic and surreal. I feel lonely after dreaming this.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A friend and I are walking around downtown at night.Something serious has happened and we need to get off the street, get tosomeplace safe. I know I’m not in danger but my friend is. I knew she was indanger and needed to get as far from the situation as possible, so I decide weshould head to my mom’s house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go to the house I shared with my mom back in the 90’s yetthe house still appears as it did then, with a few additional rooms that neverexisted in real life. I send my friend into a downstairs bedroom to clean upand change and my mom goes to get a few things to help her out. I head upstairsto get cleaned up myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I begin to undress, knowing that my door isn’t fully closedand quietly hoping that my friend will come into the room. I glance over myshoulder several times to peer at the door but it never opens. I am a littledisappointed but it doesn’t make me sad.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]No longer dwelling on the door I head into my walk-incloset. The light inside works and the closet seems quite spacious. Along theback wall I have several pairs of underwear hanging from small lingerie hangers,and it is these that attract my attention. Nearly all of them are lacy and colorfulwith blue trim, and I know a couple of them didn’t belong to me. I recognized acouple pairs as belonging to a friend from several years back, though I neverfigure out how I got the underwear.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I hold up several,trying to decide which one I want to wear. I like the stretchy lace and how itcurves around my butt, and I wonder if my friend will like it also. I am stillhoping she will come upstairs and into my room.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like several hours I head downstairs and I findmy mom leading my friend to the front door. Her belongings are packed up in abrown suitcase and she is wearing different clothes than before. A brightyellow top sits rests on her shoulders, allowing a decent view of the top ofher chest. Below she is wearing a blue denim shirt, short and above the knees,which complements the yellow of her top.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]What is really striking about her is her hair. She hadpreviously been a brunette but in the time we spent in separate rooms she diedher hair blonde and put blue streaks in it. This has the effect of transformingher into a new person, someone I can only recognize in the cheeks and eyes. Ifind I really like this hair color on her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You’re…leaving?” I ask with undisguised sadness.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think I have to.” She tells me this at the same time shelooks up to meet my eyes, and it is clear she has been crying. Her eyes are notred and puffy but tears are gently rolling down her cheeks, and I admire herflawless skin. As we look into each other’s eyes I can see the pain in them,and I realize she loves me as strongly as I love her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My mom continues to lead her outside and around the side ofthe house. I tag along close behind, wanting to hold my friend’s hand butafraid it might make things too hard on her if I do. The sidewalk we are onleads us to the back of the house, through a hallway and on into a garage witha sleek black car in it. Again my friend and I share a look and she says shedoesn’t want to leave but it would be better if she did because not only wouldshe be safe but so would I. At this moment I don’t care for my safety, I just don’twant her to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk around the car I suddenly find myself in thestreet, staring at the vehicle parked along the curb. I recognize the car as aRussian Zil, though it is considerably shorter than the typical Russianlimousine. As I stare at it the car moves out into the street as if it canglide sideways. This is confusing but I realize it must be my mom’s fault andnot me changing perspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Why did you park the car out in the middle of the street?”I look at her with wonder and ponder how she thought any other car would beable to get around her vehicle. I know old people have a harder time parkingclose to the curb but this is ridiculous.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She is about to get into the car to move it and drive myfriend away when the car begins to fade, as though it was a phantom. Theghostly image of the car becomes lighter and lighter and in less than tenseconds has disappeared completely. I am upset and freaking out, but it’s notthe disappearance of the car which bothers me. My friend has gone with the carand I am mad and hurt that I didn’t get to say goodbye. I feel wronged that shehad to leave at all, and I want her back.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up still feeling this way, and the image of her sadface remains ingrained in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this dream during my first sleep period, so it's amazing I recall this much detail. I am still dreaming of celebrities. I had a few moments of lucidity towards the end when I jumped off the loading dock.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m taking a class for some type of college credit. Thecourse has nothing to do with automotive skills yet it is being held in anauto-shop. Parts and equipment for fixing cars line the walls and are groupedin various spots around the room. Despite this, the room is quite clean, andhas a large carpeted section in the middle of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The instructor looks similar to Michael Ironside, and evensounds like him. He is wearing a light blue coverall, and he paces as he talks.He is lecturing me and a group of co-ed students about something but I’m notlistening to his speech. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sitting cross-legged on the floor, my attention is occupiedby a stuffed animal that someone left behind on the floor. As I turn it aroundin my hands I feel a sharp lump in the body, and I push against it to find outwhat is poking me. A small crystal emerges from the fluff of the toy bear, andI wonder how it got there. Surely no one would stick this there on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The crystal isn’t super-remarkable, other than being stuckinside a toy. It looks like the kind of blue-colored crystal often worn on necklacesby young teens or hippies who believe in crystal power. It does not have anymarkings or attachments to mount it to jewelry. It’s just a crystal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Still wondering how it got there I start pushing around onthe toy and I find more crystals, some white, some clear, and these are largerthan the first one I found. Some are as big as my thumb, and amazingly they donot leave large holes in the toy as they emerge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I peer down at the carpet and discover there are morecrystals in the floor. I begin digging at them, lifting them out with myfingertip and placing all the white and clear ones a small paper bag. The clearones seem more important than the colored ones, which I simply place into apile in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The instructor stops pacing as he notices my growing pile ofcrystals, and he seems very interested in them. Without telling us why he setsan assignment for us to dig up and gather as many crystals as we can in onehours’ time. As I already have a head start I figure this should be an easytask. However, as I look around at my classmates gathering up their own pilesof shiny crystals I begin to doubt myself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My classmates are nearly all female, and a couple of them seemto be working together. All the piles begin to grow quite rapidly as we findthe crystals in the floor, in stuffed animals, and even in plastic play-setsscattered around the room as though we were in a daycare for small children.The crystals that come from the toys and play-sets are even a pinkish hue as ifthe toy company had placed them there to be more attractive to girls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the allotted time I look around at thecrystals I’ve gathered and the piles of the other students. Other girls havepiles as big as mine, and I worry that I don’t have enough. Some of their pilesare made up of rounded lavender rocks and I don’t know why they have gatheredthem into piles but I fear that I should have found some also. Still, mycrystal piles are quite large, and I have even held some back for my ownpersonal use, which I can use to supplement my piles if needed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never see the instructor again. Instead of waiting for hisreturn I take a walk around the auto-shop, looking at various equipment andpiles of rocks. I eventually wander into the office and I see several importantpeople, as well as a black male worker. He is thin and dressed in coveralls andwhile his look appears bright he has been relegated to menial tasks and dirty jobs.I feel for him, seeing the supervisors enjoying their air-conditioned comfortin the office.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly to my left I walk away from the office areaand head over to a loading dock. Knowing that I am dreaming I decide to jumpoff and see how my mind handles gravity. I fall but it’s slightly slower thanin real life. I land with a thump on the concrete below, and the feel issatisfying, but I know it’s not quite as strong as it would be in real life. Ifeel happy that my mind has come close to duplicating the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wander up the light slope to a set of nearby stairs toreenter the building. It’s a sunny day and the bright light makes it hard tosee the interior of the garage. My eyes finally adjust to the dimmer room and Ifind that several auto workers, all black, have begun working on cars in theroom and the piles of crystals have been picked up and removed. I’m glad Istill have my paper bag of clear crystals, which I know are quite powerful. Ithink about taking them home and hoping they will still be with me when I wakeup. As I walk to the other side of the building towards the front exit I decidethe best place to put them would be in the bathroom at home, and I give the baga satisfying shake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m lying in bed in my dream and the noise outside tells methat the world is in trouble, possibly a nuclear apocalypse, but instead ofpreparing for doom or looking after my kids my first instinct is to go to thekitchen and make coffee. Somehow I know that everything will be alright becauseI can make coffee and my friend will be happy to have some because I know I don’tdrink it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I tried putting on a robe but it wasn’t mine, and I didn’tlike the green color of my furniture anyway, though I can’t imagine what coffeeor my furniture has to do with the end of the world. What is important is thatI have six dollars in cash and eleven cents in pennies and this means I canpurchase a can of Fix-o-Flat down at the mart for my neighbor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I have been trying to find Link at a lake recently, and I did not find him at the lake or the bistro table; but I did find Saddam!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a drive in the hills in what appears to be acombination of California hills and the Alps. I’m on a high road in a vehicle,and off to my right and slightly below my elevation is a small lake, a body ofwater I can occasionally glimpse through the trees and in gaps between houses.I really want to get a better view of the lake, but every time I think I’mgoing to see it the view is obscured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The vehicle I’m in is headed uphill to some unknowndestination. As we climb, different lakes are visible off to my right. Ipresume that I’m seeing different lakes as I climb up the hill; each oneappears to have a different shape and different volume. Sometimes they seemquite close to my level, as though a short walk would get me to the edge of thewater. Others seem far below me, hundreds of feet below and perhaps as much asa mile distant.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scenery is beautiful. While I am driving up narrowstreets occupied on both sides by houses and small businesses, the view to myright is the occasional shot of tree-covered mountains, deep blue waters, andlake-side hotels of luxury. I really want to get out of the vehicle.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me the road splits, and my dad, who seems to be driving,takes the road on the left. We don’t go more than 50 feet before we are stoppedby a table and chairs blocking the narrow road. A bistro with a storefront onthe road has set up a large table right in the middle of the street. The road, onlywide-enough to allow passage for one vehicle, is now impassable. I can’timagine why they would set up this table in the street, though I suspect it isfor me and my guest. Some thought crosses my mind that the restaurant waswaiting for me and some other person who has failed to show up. My concernsturn immediately back to the problem at hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To our right side and slightly below us is the other fork ofthe road. My suggestion for getting past the obstacle is to back up and takethe other road, and hope it leads to the same place. Moving forward isn’tworking at all as the bistro-owner won’t move the table and the water is nowrising around the van we are in. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone tells me the situation is okay because the van cantake a bit of water, though I doubt their information. The water has risen upover the hood of the van and is lapping gently at the bottom of the windshield.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My initial reaction is slight worry about the van and thepossibility of water coming into the passenger cabin. I look over at mydaughter and find her sleeping, her head resting upon her arm. She is aspeaceful as any child ever was while asleep, and this reassures me enough tostop worrying about the water.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More comfortable with my surroundings I exit the van.Someone has to scout out the way ahead and figure out how to get the group pastthe table and other obstacles that might lay ahead. A little ways in front ofme the road makes a sharp turn around the corner of a building, and from thatcorner someone is shooting at me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my weapon and shoot back, ducking behind the nowupturned table as projectiles fly past me. I have the impression that theprojectiles are made of Play-Doh or some other colorful substance, and I’mcertain they are non-lethal. None of the impacts around me seem to cause anydamage, confirming my suspicions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I move swiftly around the table to chase the shooter who hasdisappeared around the corner. What had been a road is now a brick-pavedsidewalk, and below me is a 50-foot drop to the water below. I’m not far behindwhoever I’m chasing and the sidewalk dead-ends at a brick wall, the only placeto hide being a few stacks of supplies and some crates.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I run to the end and what I took to be refuse and emptycrates was actually bags of flour and various food supplies. Finally getting agood look at my attacker’s face I realize I’m chasing Saddam Hussein, and I’ve accidentallystumbled upon his hiding place. All the people searching for him throughout theworld and I find him in this little alley with his bags of flour and stockpileof supplies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I only have a moment to realize I’m mad at him before we arefacing off, his back to a wall overhanging the water. I seize the moment andrear up with my foot, shoving him against the wall with a thump that knocks hisbreath out. Without a pause I kick at the crumbly wall next to him, sendingseveral ucubic feet of material plunging into the water below. Saddam, stillwithout breath and now nothing to hold onto, lands in the water on his face andslowly sinks into the depths, and it is clear I am seeing the last moments ofhis life. I feel little in the way of regrets.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head back along the tiny sidewalk, around the corner, anddown the path towards the van to tell everyone of my triumph. The table hasbeen cleared and the way is no longer blocked, but something feels out ofplace. I start to look around for whatever is picking at my mind when Isuddenly wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love dreams that make no sense. Carrot, you are in this dream!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I recall is being in my apartment, though Isuspect activities happened in the dream before that. My apartment has brownshaggy carpet and a narrow window that extends from floor to ceiling. A shaftof sunlight comes in through the window and illuminates the floor and a smalltable.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to the small table is a soft chair and I sat down touse the phone. I call the pharmacy, because I want to get some ecstasy for meand my friend. Knowing that they will never just give it to me without a goodreason I invent a story that I am a war veteran with post-traumatic stressdisorder. I had heard about a local veteran being stressed and this seemed likea believable excuse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacy never doubted my story for a second. Feelingtriumphant, I left my apartment and got into my car to head up the hill. I’venever had a pharmacy perched high on a hill before but this seemed like a goodplace for one in my dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in I notice it looks like most pharmacies; clean,white, and filled with overflowing shelves of health products. I walk rightpast all these and up to a counter where a pharmacist is leaning over on hiselbows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to pick up a couple of prescriptions.” I say tothe man, who shows no specific interest in me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He asks for my name and I tell him. He turns to his shelfand brings me one of the two scrips I phoned in. He then turns to his computerto check something, making me wait a moment while he figures something out. Hishead is down and he is not observing me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Finishing with the computer task he obtains my prescriptionand starts counting out pills. One by one he moves them along a blue tray andinto a catch area, counting out loud as he goes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Half of these are full strength and half of these are goingto be half-strength. You understand?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, Yes, I understand.” I wasn’t about to argue this point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking up at me, he suddenly asks, “So, why do you need aprescription for ecstasy anyway?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think OH SHIT! I hadn’t really thought this perfectlythrough. I had my reason, but I certainly didn’t look the part. I NEED TO PLAYTHIS UP A BIT, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Placing my hand on my head and acting uncomfortable I said, “It’sbeen so difficult lately to get by.” I glanced up and shuffled my feet asthough I had a limp. I was doing my best to make him think I was the troubledwar veteran. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist just gave me a non-committal look, as thoughnothing I said mattered to him. He slightly shrugged his right shoulder andsimply said, “Okay.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If he hadn’t turned right then to head into the back of thepharmacy, he would have seen the look of relief wash over my face. I couldn’tbelieve he actually bought it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist hadn’t been gone for even a minute before Ibegan to doubt myself. Perhaps he was in back calling the police. Maybe he wastalking to his boss about me. I had to find out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding the only way to find out was to go where he had, Iwalked around the counter and down a hall towards a back room. Opening the doorI walked right in on the pharmacist and his partner, the other pharmacistworking in the store. Their white coats were gone and it was evident that theyhad been having butt sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stuck my hands in the air defensively and said, “Hey, whoa!I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I know how much you like butts. I like butts,too!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The two just looked at me but never said anything. It wasclear that I should just leave. I grabbed the bottle of medicine located on thelamp table to my left and exited quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking through the pharmacy I went ahead and took one ofthe ecstasy pills. I was hurrying, knowing it was lucky I even got themedicine. I uttered a huge sigh of relief when I was through the doors andoutside, knowing my chances of getting away from there with my prize were stillremote.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The taste of the pill is barely noticeable, but already Ican feel the effects of the drug in a mild way. The sensation is more like theanticipatory build-up to a drug experience than the actual effects of the drug.Still, it’s enough to get me excited as I get behind the wheel of my car andstart the engine. I feel exhilarated as I put the car in reverse and begin toback up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glancing off to my left side I notice my friend has arrived,clearly on his way to the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions. Like me, hewas supposed to pick up one legitimate prescription and one bottle of ecstasythat I had ordered for him. I decided I needed to talk to him before he made itinside so I pulled the car through the lot and parked along the curb near hisapproach path.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had to roll down my window to get his attention. “Hey,dude!” I got him to come closer to me so I wouldn’t have to shout.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah?” Something about his voice always sounded like he hadhis hands in his pockets and it didn’t matter what you told him, the answerwould always be something non-committal. Indeed, his hands were in his pockets,and the slouch of his body suggested he had the weight of the world on his shouldersbut he was used to it being there and he was just trying to get through hisTuesday.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Listen, I know I got you into this and you don’t have toget the prescription for ecstasy if you don’t want to, just please, don’t fuckme on this! That’s all I ask!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He took this in stride as though I had asked him to addfabric softener to the laundry load. He simply said, “Okay.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Okay.” I watched him walk away towards the pharmacy. As heentered the sliding doors I pulled away from the curb and onto the road whichled back down the hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I felt so light, so free, and I began speeding down theroad, faster than was probably safe. The road was wet and had several spotswhere the pavement flattened out before dropping off sharply, causing me tocatch air and land with a bump strong enough to make me wish I had slowed downa little. Still, I was making good time and was nearly at the bottom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The slope of the hill eased and became a mostly flat roadthat ran along a wide creek or small river. The water was contained bycobblestone walls from which people would hang their poles out over the waterand attempt to catch the fish-of-the-day. Mostly it was just a bunch of oldpeople that liked to get together and talk about sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went speeding by all these guys in my car, driving rightinto their fishing lines and equipment as though I belonged there more thanthey did. I upset several fishermen as I tangled their lines together and gotthem caught up under my wheels, though I didn’t come to a stop until I reachedthe end of the waterway, at which point the road made a sharp turn to the left.This is where I finally parked my car and got out, handing a net and some thickfishing line to the man who was standing closest to me. He was still yelling atme with his thick accent as I walked off through a nearby park and beyond to arestaurant with outdoor seating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I strode right up to a long table about chest high where Ifound my mom waiting for me. I hop up onto a barstool type seat and beginlooking over the menu, telling her I’m glad to see she came. I briefly considertelling her about the ecstasy I consumed, but think better of it and decide notto a split second before my dad shows up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had not expected my dad to come to the dinner, and mydispleasure should be obvious. I’m clearly scowling and hunkering down in mychair like I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was bothered by everything abouthim, from his odd-looking beard to his Nehru jacket which seemed so out ofplace for this day and age. I wanted him to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He converses with my mom for a moment and she is polite tohim. As he excuses himself to visit the bathroom I ask her how she can havepatience for him and his act. She says something motherly about how time haspassed and I accept her answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing I need to go to the bathroom also I excuse myself,and as I walk from the table I find my mom needs to use the restroom also. Aswe approach the bathroom and the unusually long line I find I am standing nextto Carrot and we are talking while we wait for available stalls. We haven’teven entered the bathroom yet, still standing outside in the cold with aboutten other strangers who all need to pee. I start giggling about something andthis sets Carrot into a smiling fit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When free stalls finally open up we go running in to use thebathroom, our bladders overly full with piss from our beers. I don’t recallactually using the toilets but we came out pretty quick and went straight todrying our hands, skipping over anything to do with water or soap. The DysonAir Blade by the door warms up our hands in the cold air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking out I pass the line for the men’s room and everyonein it is wearing lumberjack plaid, almost like what you’d expect if it was aplaid holiday. Some men even sported coonskin hats and thick gloves, though theweather didn’t seem cold enough for such accessories. I laughed with Carrot aswe ran away and back towards our table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It is a warm summer day and I am visiting the lake. I knowthat I’m looking for someone I know but I can’t seem to spot anyone familiar asI stand upon the top of a set of stone steps. I am surrounded by beach goersand people who look like they belong at a lodge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Unlike most lakes this one is located on the back of theelementary school nearby. Descending a few steps from the parking area bringsme to the water level and along a sidewalk running the length of the back ofthe school building. In the sidewalk is a metal grate which provides accessunder the building as well as ventilation for the underside of the school.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A family of rather obese people arrives, prepared to swimand frolic and I step closer to the brick wall to allow them passage. They donot walk past me but instead drop their belongings and plop down in front ofme, blocking the sidewalk to all passersby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t help but stare at the old grandmother in the group.She is sitting in a low lawn chair and is wearing something that exposes herhideously fat belly. Her fat is so monstrous that odd silvery lines are allover her stomach, and I wonder how those lines could have formed. It appears tome that her belly is covered with fat crystals, though this seems unlikely.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman is having a rather animated conversation with herson-in-law and she is talking about the fat reduction surgery she had. This iswhen she places her hands under her belly and lifts the giant fat flab I hadpresumed was her enormous stomach. In reality her belly wasn’t as monstrouslyfat as I had believed. The crystal-looking lines were folds in her skin and itwas clear that she must have had something like 80 pounds of fat sucked out ofher stomach, leaving the excess skin clinging loosely to her midsection.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I was repulsed in a new way, and I turned around toavoid staring. I looked out over the lake and enjoyed the bright sunny view. Anumber of people were doing something with balloons but I couldn’t figure outwhat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned back around when some noise caught my attention.The family was strapping in to large balloons and flying up into the air. Eventhe old flabby grandmother was attached to a large white balloon that allowedher to stay in her lawn chair. She shouted,”WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”as she rose into the air. I couldn’t believe she was flying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The balloons bounced up and down, bringing the people highin the air and then down to water level, before bouncing up again. It was anodd sight. Most of the people had a small or average sized-balloon. The oldgrandmother had a balloon at least 4 times bigger than anyone else’s. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone behind me flicked a cigarette at me and told me tothrow it up at the balloon. The cigarette was wet but I decided to throw itanyway. I certainly didn’t want it clinging to my skin. It flew a few feet fromme and landed in the water with an anticlimactic splash.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My disappointment at failing to properly throw the cigarettewas short-lived as Patrick Stewart waded up to me and told me he wasdisappointed in me for throwing cigarettes at the balloons. He told me that itwas both unsafe and littering, and I should be ashamed of myself. I tried toexplain to him that the cigarette wasn’t lit and was already soaked with waterbut he would not listen to me. I felt bad. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Patrick Stewart was dressed as he appeared when visitingRisa, the pleasure planet in STTNG. His white shorts were just visible over thewater line and he sported a white shirt with buttons, open to reveal his tannedchest. It was clear he had been spending a lot of time in the sun and wanted toenjoy himself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walked away from this part of the lake along a wide opencourtyard, tiled with small colored bricks, towards a small one-story buildingat the farthest point of the property. The colored tiles made a picture on the ground, similar to a scene fromCoraline. I didn’t give it much thought but it did look neat.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the small building was a cabana-style room, a place torest and get out of the sun. There was no glass in the windows and the adobewalls were painted white, as though the building used to have some otherpurpose. It was not a pretty building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not finding what I was looking for, I stepped out of thebuilding and looked up to see Jean Grey from X-Men. She told me she had heard Iwas behaving badly and she needed to put me in time-out. “Nothing personal,”she said, frowning. “You just need to spend a little time put away.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I didn’t like the tone of her voice. It sounded way moreserious than necessary for any crime I had committed. She raised some kind ofwand or stick and I backed up into the small house. As I stared at herwondering why this was happening she closed the doors and latched them somehowbefore walking away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I worried that I would spend hours in this building. Itcertainly wasn’t much to look at. A candle sat on a small table providinglight, though it should have been bright from the mid-day sun. Outside thewindow I could see and hear children playing and I wanted to be out. Instead Isat down.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Hardly a moment later some of the children opened the doorsand let me out of my prison. I was baffled that I had been locked up in astructure that could be opened by young children. I knew better than to hangaround waiting to be re-imprisoned so I hurriedly walked out and back acrossthe courtyard. There was no sign of Jean Grey or any of the other people I hadencountered.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continued walking right into the school building that wasadjacent to the lake, walking with purpose and a quick step. Passing straighton through I walked out the front doors and onto the sidewalk leading from thefront of the building. Off to my right was a woman with dark curly hair,bending down and talking to several children. As she stood up and hurried thechildren off to some errand I recognized her as my friend A, someone who Inormally trusted. It appeared as though she was telling the children to performsome devious action, something she would get caught doing herself. I stood andwatched, waiting to see events unfold.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More events happened but I can’t recall them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This dream was odd. I had lucid and non-lucid moments, but my athletic ability to climb was truly surprising.

And so many dream signs!


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The day is Halloween, and I am with my kids scrambling toget them ready to go over to their grandparent’s house. Last minute touch-upsto costumes and making sure the front door is locked, we leave and head over totheir side of town.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the dream their house is on a side street along SouthFirst, far from their real home. A privacy fence surrounds the front yard andI’m not accustomed to walking through a gate to get to their door. Inside thehouse the living room is decorated for a Halloween Party, and a few pumpkinscan be found in the corners of the room instead of outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The clock says it is close to 7:00 P.M. but the sky stillhas light in it. I am just about to leave with the kids when the phone rings.The random person who answers it tells me that my daughter’s teacher is on thephone, and I can’t imagine what could be so important that she would call onHalloween night. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the corded white phone I say Hello with aquestioning sound, still not sure what could be so important as to call now.She explains that she is in north Austin and wants to know if the neighborhoodaround the school is a good place for trick-or-treating, knowing we live rightacross the street from the school. I wonder why she is in north Austin when Iknow she lives southwest.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Gesturing with my hand as I speak I explain to her thatnormally she could come visit us and see that the school neighborhood is agreat place for trick-or-treating, but seeing as we are at the grandparent’shouse we aren’t handing out candy at home this year. I think about whichneighborhood I should recommend, debating in my mind the best places for candyand finding people home. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you should try the neighborhood around the school,“I tell her. “There are lots of people around with kids and there will be morecandy than going to some of the western neighborhoods. Of course, you couldalways come visit us off South First, lots of people over here giving outcandy.” I smile thinking about how much fun the kids are going to have, brieflywishing I could be one also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s already 7 o’clock. You probably have about 90 minutesto trick-or-treat, and every 30 minutes you delay reduces the chances ofgetting a good supply of decent candy. It would probably take you too long toget here. I suggest you either stay where you are or try the neighborhoodaround the school.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel disappointed that we won’t get to see her and herkids for Halloween but the thought of being helpful lifts my spirits. I reallywant them to have a good time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get off the phone and walk from the dining hall to theliving room, finding myself in the house I shared with my mom in the early90’s. I walked out the front door and found it was daytime, perhaps earlier inthe day than before, though I still felt it was just after 7P.M. People werearound inside and out as though I was holding a party, so I assumed that I mustbe having people over. Even my neighbors were out walking about the street butI did not recognize any of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the driveway stood a man with a motorcycle, an oldermodel clearly in need of repair. The body was black but the rims of the bikewere golden instead of the normal chrome typically found on bikes like this.The biker was likewise dressed in black, and his clothes appeared a bit rattyas though he had been wearing them for years. His attire seemed odd consideringhow hot it was outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man turned off the bike’s engine as I approached andwalked to the opposite side of the bike from me. I noticed that fluid wasleaking from a seam close to where the front poles attached to the frame of thebike, and as I bent down to inspect it closer the leak intensified. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Your bike is leaking!” I said this with urgency, though notquite a shout. The man stopped and looked back to where I had indicated. “Isthat a problem?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think it might be.” He said this matter-of-factly andthen smiled at me, his handlebar mustache flaring up as his dirty teeth peekedout from between his chapped lips. His oversized round goggles made his faceseem overly cheery despite the spike on his classic-style helmet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The liquid came in contact with some hot part on the bikeand began to steam/smoke. The smell was part gasoline and part coolant, anunusual smell for a motorcycle. Some of the paint on the front column began todisappear, exposing grey metal beneath. I began to back away from the bike,expecting it to catch fire at any moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This seemed like a good time to go indoors, and I headedupstairs. For some reason I felt I needed the phone again, and I grabbed it offa table in my upstairs room. People were out on my balcony and I looked aroundfor a quiet place to talk on the phone, the music playing in my room too loudfor a private conversation. I was aboutto choose the closet or bathroom as a good place to talk when something caughtmy eye outside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Quickly turning to my right I heard a crashing soundaccompanied by a frightening rumbling sound, similar to the effect of a tankpassing by. I looked out the window and past the people sitting outside to seea yellow crane passing my house and turning to crash over the fence between myproperty and the neighbor’s house. A large scoop/wrecking ball was attached toa cable at the front of the crane.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Moderately upset that the man had driven the crane over myproperty and left deep grooves in the yard I suddenly realized that if he wasgoing to trash and demolish the furniture around the backyard pool I should askif I could have first-crack at some of the stuff before it became trash. Therewas some nice furniture over there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned again and raced through the room, passing right onby the stairs to the first floor. I needed a quicker way down and I foundmyself on the front balcony, a structure that didn’t normally adorn the housebut something I had always wanted, and would have placed there had I built thehouse myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I found myself looking out from the third floor of what wasnormally a two-story house, and I briefly wondered how I was going to get downsafely if I wasn’t using the stairs. Becoming suddenly aware I was dreaming Iknew the best way down would be to vault over the railing and lower myself downto the second floor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting over the rail was easier than I expected, and eventhe rough wood gave me no splinters as I climbed down. I did not feel my weightas I expertly lowered my feet to the second floor railing, the rough woodproviding plenty of grip to keep me from falling. Remaining on the outside ofthe railing as I brought my body down I repeated the maneuver I used, quicklyfinding myself just four feet above the ground. An easy landing brought me tothe grass in the front yard where the driveway should normally be, and I ranalong the side of the house to catch up with the mighty yellow beast.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fence was destroyed and a moderate pile of debris andwhat used to be patio furniture sat next to the pool. I almost skidded as Imade the turn into the yard, running past the crystal clear water and over tothe patio near the hot-tub. I managed to catch the attention of the manoperating the vehicle as he approached. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man was dressed in a blue button-up shirt, patternedlines all over the material. Khaki shorts and loafers completed his outfit, andhe stood before me like a man unsure of how to react. He appeared to be in hislate 40’s and was balding slightly on the top of his head. I suspected hisancestry to be northern European, his face round but flat on top with a widemouth and thin lips. He didn’t seem like someone who smiled often.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Melanie. Welcome to theneighborhood! I was wondering, if you’re going to demolish everything could Ilook over any of the furniture or other things before you destroy them?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I gave him my most pleasant smile as I asked, dipping myhand in the beautiful water of the hot-tub, surprised to find it cold andinviting, just like the nearby pool. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lookeddown and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Shucky darn, “he replied. “I haven’t decided yet if I’mgoing to demolish everything. I guess so.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I believed he was indicating I could look around for thingsI liked though he never was any clearer with his answer. I turned my gaze tothe house over my right shoulder and saw a young girl, presumably his daughter,staring out at us from a wide window in the kitchen. She was probably aroundten years old, pretty, with long hair and a blue shirt. She sat on a stool andturned her head to the side when I looked at her, as though she was avoiding mystare. She seemed meek, possibly unsure of what was going on and how to react. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The kitchen was beautiful and seemed fitting for such a nicehouse. Wide, well-lit spaces with new appliances and furniture that looked likeit was made from polished bamboo or some other light-colored wood. I wasenvious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing I had done what I set out to do I knew it was timeto leave, telling myself that I didn’t want to upset this guy, particularly ifhe was going to be my new neighbor. He seemed like a nice dream character, Idecided. When I wake up, I thought, I should tell the people on DreamViewsabout him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked back over to my house and entered through the reardoor, the messy floor immediately coming into focus. The party must have endedand everyone had left, possibly when the giant construction vehicle had showedup. It had been a little scary.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I got some sleep last night and I had some interesting dreams. This one was lucid, involved flying, and I remembered DreamViews and the lovely people here!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have a false awakening and I’m lying in my bed at my dad’shouse in California. I find I am not in his current house but the one he hadwhen he lived in Alameda for 25 years. The bed is near the corner of the roomand to my left (while lying on my stomach) is a window, brightly lit by themorning sun. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The window is covered by paper shades, a thin material thatrolls up just like a typical window blind. I lift it up and when my eyes adjustto the bright scene I see the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene to wake up to. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I should see another house from this window, but Ifind myself looking at water instead. I decide I want some pictures to show thepeople on DreamViews, to show off how beautiful the scene I wake up to is. Ifind my camera on the table and place it near the window. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking closer, I realize the window is a bit dirty, and Istart rubbing the glass with my finger. It isn’t working as well as I wouldlike, and I think how I hate this effect in dreams. I appear to be aware thatI’m dreaming but I can’t control anything yet. I continue cleaning the glass asbest as I can, hoping to make a nice clean spot for my camera lens. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noting that some of the dirt is on the outside of the windowwhere I can’t clean, I give up and place my camera near the window. I move thecenter-point around, trying to get the camera to focus properly and adjustexposure, cursing myself for not bringing my film camera. The scene finallyresolves into focus, and I notice that I’m looking out at the bay, not theocean. In the background of the picture, across the water, is a large greymountain that doesn’t normally appear anywhere in the Bay Area.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stare at the mountain for a minute, trying to figure outhow it got there. It’s not like a normal mountain, covered with trees orsnow-capped. Instead it’s almost smooth, as though it was covered with slopedglaciers. Fracture lines are visible in what appears to be ice, though I havenever before seen a glacier so dull.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take a couple pictures of this scene and decide I would ratherhave some pictures from the beach, so I get up and walk out of the house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I would have to walk a few blocks and make someturns to even see water from his house, let alone get anywhere near a beach. Onthis day, however, an alley ran right along the side of the house which ledstraight to the water. I really wanted to fly to the beach and get therefaster, but normal flight didn’t fit in with my desire to swim, so Icompromised and flew on an air mattress. Like most of my flying dreams I movedas though I was in water, lying on the air mattress and pushing my handsagainst the air to move forward. I knew I was dreaming for sure but I had nodesire to change anything.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I flew past many houses and a couple of apartment buildingsas well, and as I came over a slight rise in the landscape I could finally seewater ahead of me. It was a pretty scene, and I tried taking pictures here butthe view wasn’t as open as I would like, and people kept interfering with myview of the water. I knew waiting would work out better.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Arriving at the beach I floated on through a cave in therock to a beach cove that had the most beautiful ocean access. The cove waswide, surrounded by rock except for the cave behind me, and had a nice sandybeach that any surfer would be proud of. The rock walls behind me shaded thecove from the early sun, and a number of families had set up their belongingsin the protected sides of the cove to avoid the wind. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I floated along the length of the beach and just took in theview for a minute. I remembered while I was there in the first place and tookout my camera, fixing my view on a distant buoy perhaps a half-mile out. Ittook my camera a while to focus but this time I was happy to not have anymountains in my view, just the beautiful ocean with some small white caps. Icouldn’t have been happier, and I thought about how great the pictures would bewhen I showed everyone on DV.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this dream fragment Monday morning. Like Sunday, I woke up early and never got to go back to sleep. I'm sure with how tired I was I would have had a good dream and probably lucidity if I could have.

Anyway, I am still noticing the color blue.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was face-to-face with a large man, bulky and sweaty, withvisible veins along his skin. He looked upset, though it could have just beenthe effort of moving his sweaty bulk around. He was clearly not enjoyinggravity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dressed in a stained wifebeater that may have once beenwhite, he looked like he had been eating something recently. Food stained hischin, his shirt, and the light blue shorts he was wearing. I had never seen aman this big in person, and I was repulsed by his appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As he approached he began to speak but only moans andguttural sounds came out at first. My instinct was to flee but something heldme to that spot. I didn’t want him to touch me or come any closer. I neversmelled him but I feared I wouldn’t like it if I could.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He stopped and looked at me like I was doing somethingwrong. Oddly it wasn’t my displeasure that seemed to bother him. Somethingother than my expression had caught his eye, something big enough to make himpause. This made me turn my head slightly to the side in wonderment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He regained his composure, made a half-smile, and simplysaid, “They’re coming.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I had a chance to ask him about this he turned andbegan walking away. I was just about to reach out, ask him to turn around, whenhe suddenly disappeared. His form shot forward in a blur that diminished to adistant point. It happened so fast I had no time to register it before thepoint grew into a blinding white point of light that expanded to fill myvision.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I was woken up early Sunday morning by my son calling from camp, so my dream recall isn't what I would have liked. Still, I remember this fragment.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Surrounded by farmland I find I am in California, nearbyrolling hills leading to tall mountains in the distance. The air is warm in thevalley, a perfect place to grow green crops and tall grasses, and thesnow-capped mountains make a perfect backdrop for the warm haze I can see oversome of the fields. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is the Mann-Westgate theater, perched on a hillbehind another theater, newer and bigger than the Mann. Though this theater isgone in real life it appears just as I remember it, apart from the hillside andthe location in this California valley. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Following along with the theme of movies, I begin searchingfor signs of one that was recently made. Someone had told me that Godzilla 5had been made right where I was standing, and I began seeking signs of themovie production. I couldn’t even imagine who would ever want to make fiveGodzilla movies, let alone go see them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I kept thinkingGodzilla but for some reason the image in my mind was King Kong, the gorillathat went wild in New York. He had lost some of his size, and was now not morethan about 7 feet tall. While still strong, he didn’t appear anywhere near asmenacing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked to my right, past the motel I had been staying in,down the dirt road that ran adjacent to the motel parking lot. I was lookingfor the red X marks that indicated filming locations, and I immediately spottedone on the light pole a few feet from me. In my mind it seemed like the rightthing for the crew to do, mark each camera spot with an X.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I knew that another mark would be found inside the theaterso I headed up the hill and on inside the building. A movie was showing in thetheater, and lots of people were in attendance. It didn’t seem to matter that Ihadn’t bought a ticket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Five rows from the front, in the third seat, was the ape Ihad been stalking. I still thought of him as Godzilla, though he clearly wasnot a menace to anyone, and no one seemed upset that a gorilla was sitting inthe theater. He seemed peaceful also, sitting in the chair with a box ofpopcorn in his lap. He took occasional bites while watching the movie. Heignored me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wandered on out, back into the light of the lobby.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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So I went to sleep very late last night. Despite being way tired it was difficult to fall asleep. My mind was not racing like it sometimes does when I have trouble sleeping, but something wouldn't allow me to fall asleep easily.

So...no lucidity. Dream fragments a plenty but nothing lucid.

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Dream #1 - [/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I dreamed that all people are vessels filled with energy,like a liquid, that can be either good or bad. In my dream a person was beingpoured out, emptied, of all their bad liquid. The waxy liquid was being pouredinto a large iron cauldron, the kind one might see in a steel mill. The man incharge of this looked like a sweaty Jeremy Irons, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]People aren’t always filled with bad liquid, but when itdoes fill someone up it needs to be poured out. Being poured involves beingsevered in half at the waistline, lifted by the torso over the iron vat andemptied of the bad material. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never did get to see someone reintegrated.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream #2 - [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was trying to tie my shoes and I couldn't get my hand to make the loop. I kept trying to slow down and do it right but the more I tried the more frustrated I became. Ultimately I gave up and went looking for my sandals but the dream shifted and I never put anything on my feet. I walked through some hotel that wasn't familiar and went behind the front desk to use the phone in the bathroom, and it was wet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hated something yellow, and wanted it to be blue. No clue what it was. I don't even know who I was arguing about it with. I was in a room with bumpy wooden walls, like they were made out of the bamboo screens that shield the front windows from the sun. They were dirty walls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to the grocery store to buy bananas for my office manager. The grocery store, usually a large H.E.B., is located down the street and surrounded by old, wood-frame houses. Instead of sliding doors a long metal gate blocks the entrance and somehow manages to keep the cold air in as well. It swings with a creaking noise that makes the people in line cringe and cover their ears. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down and see there are fire ants near my shoes and I move to avoid them, but they keep coming closer and closer. When I turn around I see a couple on my pants and brush them off frantically. I then see one on my arm and I'm scared of it and it starts to turn bigger.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

I went to sleep late last night, later than I meant to. It may be the cause of my WBTB being so vivid.

Dream 1- Don't recall.

Dream 2 - I was lying in a bed and getting ready to have sex with someone who lives down the street. That's all I want to say.

Dream 3 - I am somewhere downtown, though I can't correlate my location to any known area. I have an appointment in a research building for some kind of evaluation. I kow it's something important but the paper I'm holding doesn't tell me what the test might be. Just an address which I can't read.
The building is in front of me, perhaps 150 meters long and approximately 3 stories in height. Windows are visible which should tell me how many stories but I can't seem to figure out if it was two or three. I just know it was tall enough for a three story building.
What stands out about this building is that every line, every edge of the building is colored in an electric purpley-magenta color, similar to an effect one might get from taking too many No-Doz and drinking a lot of caffeine and not eating for two days. It doesn't quite pulse but there is an alternating quality to the luminosity of the color.
I never get close enough to the building to enter it and the dream ends.

Dream 4- (WBTB after taking my daughter to school. Major Sleep Paralysis)

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m inside my house, in my living room, and I believe thetime to be around 4A.M. I hear a sharp noise outside, like a hammer bang, and Iassume it must be someone hammering in a campaign sign across the street at theschool like they do every time there is an election day coming up. I dismissthe noise initially, but then think it odd because it wasn’t repetitive and itdoesn’t usually occur at 4A.M.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look out the window to see what is going on, and notice it’sa bit bright for 4A.M. I decide to go outside and investigate myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Across the street is the school, and right in front is aportable building which isn’t normally there. As I come around the corner ofthe building I can see the source of the noise. Standing by the wall of theportable is my neighbor from down the street, a fellow parent whose daughter isin the same grade as mine. She is holding a small pry-bar/hammer and has usedit to remove a six to eight foot long piece of sheet metal from the side of theportable. Why would she do that, I wonder, and then realize it is probably tocover up her windows from an impending tornado. This makes sense to me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look around towards the nearby playground and see that alot of people are out and about for 4A.M. and the landscape is awfully brightas well. There is no apparent sun but the scene around me would suggestotherwise. Occasional patches of light and dark would dance over the ground,alternating places as my mind tried to decide if it was night or day. I think Isaw the moon at one point and confirmed it was night, just a very bright night,brighter than any night ever. The sky changed color a few times, from purplishto white, depending on my thoughts at the given moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing it was night I checked my watch to confirm,something I read about on the forum only yesterday. My watched show it was3:23A.M. so I knew I was right about it being night but I checked again and it nowsaid 3:29A.M. I knew that 6 minutes hadn’tpassed since I last looked at my watch so the test worked and I must bedreaming. Still, even this didn’t surprise me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I started to head back in the direction of my house, thoughI am still on the school property. Ahead I spot a group of kids on thesidewalk, and I recognize one of them as a friend of my daughter’s. As theyapproach the kids become recognizable, though I never give them names. All arelaughing and seem to not be able to stand still.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Does your mom know you’re out this late, C?” I ask the girlI know well. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No.” She says this matter-of-factly, and gestures to thesurroundings which are very bright. “She doesn’t care.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know I’m dreaming but it doesn’t alter my parentalinstincts. “Go home!” I tell her, and the group leaves. They walk down thestreet and while I know she doesn’t live that way I accept her actions as ifthey were normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my house the TV is on, and Jen is sitting in theliving room. I look out the window to make sure everything hasn’t changedoutside. Indeed, the light is still there, though it seems to want to change todarkness because of my thoughts that say it is night. Patches of light and darkalternate prominence in my field of view. I want it to stay light out and mywill is strong enough to keep it so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you see what I see?” I ask.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t tell her what I see because I don’t want to suggestan outcome and have the visual change at my suggestion. I can recognize that Iam able to control how it looks outside by thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She indicates that she also sees the phenomena and that itseems rather unusual. In my mind it becomes unexplained and in need of ananswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the TV a weather announcer is displaying the currentradar picture for Austin and talking incessantly about the storms. A green massis displayed right over the city, and it swirls around in fast motion, too fastfor any normal storm. It seems to cover several counties in Central Texas.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Storms and tornadoes in this area, the weatherman indicates,pointing to the green blob. I zoom in to the image and I don’t see anythingsevere indicated, which seems good, but I also don’t understand why we arehaving a tornado, and it seems like an odd weather event. Perhaps this is whyit’s bright outside, an unusual weather phenomenon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look outside and while it remains bright, there isno rain, contradicting what is shown on the TV. I can’t explain this, and takeit as another weird sign.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up, and my body will not come to an alert level. Ihave the sleep paralysis and it takes me some minutes before I can move. When Ido it takes great effort to move my legs and hand. I feel like I have beenperforming vigorous activity in my sleep. A full 15 minutes pass before I evendecide to stay alert and awake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Last night was an incredible night for dreaming! Not the best ever, butpretty damn good![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I skipped going back to sleep yesterday morning and went to bed earlier thanusual, and the results were fantastic! I not only had lucidity but thoughts pertaining to the forum plagued my mind all night long.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Falling almost immediately to sleep from SP I went right in to dreaming,something I don't usually get to do on the first sleep cycle, but as I havebeen ill of late I was apparently ready for dreaming. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I saw in front of me a patch of woods, brambles perhaps, surrounded byforest. The foliage was thick, deep, and concealed anything behind it. Lookingat it for a moment I realized that I wanted to see a wolf there (seemedfitting) and on command one appeared.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]A white wolf poked its head right out of the middle of the shrub and simplystared at me, eyes aglow with an unnatural color. For most people this might bea frightening image, encountering a hungry-looking wolf in the middle of theforest but I was not scared, and instantly I knew I was dreaming. My desire hadbrought the wolf to appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I spoke to the wolf. "You're a dream, aren't you?" The wolf saidnothing, nor did it cock its head, but I could see its tongue ever so slightly.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Hmmm..." I thought for a second. "Go get your friends!"[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The wolf retreated into the bush, barely disturbing the leaves as it went. Iwaited, thought I heard a little noise from behind the brush, and then, likemagic, the wolf returned, as did five of its wolf friends. Six heads were nowstaring at me, all with the same unnatural color and stare in their eyes. Theywere all white wolves but there was enough variation in the coloring, style offur, and shape of their heads to make each one appear distinct.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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You're my friends, aren't you?" They didn't reply, but their expression said that it was true what I spoke.

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This is cool, I thought, now what do I do with them?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This thought triggered the memory of the Lucid Task of The Month, and Irealized I couldn’t remember what it was. I started to get scared that I wouldlose the dream, and I began chanting over and over, “Task of The Month! Task ofthe Month! Task of the Month!” This helped stabilize the dream and I remainedlucid. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I next turned my attention to remembering what the task was. I rememberedsomething about a toy…and then it hit me with a flash! Bring my toy to life! Itried imagining my stuffed Poof-Dog, which normally looks more like a deaf-mutegopher than a dog, but he’s quite old so he deserves a break. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Conjuring an image of him was harder than I thought, considering how lucid Iwas, and the best I could come up with is my daughter’s stuffed dog which shealso named Poof-Dog. Unlike mine, it has ears and still retains a little fluffto its coat.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I brought it to life and made it life-size, and it looked like this:[/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It stood next to me on a leash and looked up at me happily. He was clearlyready to be played with.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I think my disappointment in not conjuring my own dog (I knew in the dreamit wasn’t my Poof-Dog) is what caused me to lose lucidity, and if the dreamcontinued on at all I don’t remember it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I found myself in an old brick building, like the ones built in the 50s and60s, with large glazed tiles on every wall, designed to be easy to clean buttotally soulless. I think the building came from an image of an athletic centeradjacent to a church, pulled from my memories and altered slightly. I was lastin the building during a Scouting event, perhaps three years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In the building I find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs leading downfrom the floor above. A small hall leads off to my right.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In front of me is Kevin Spacey. He is wearing black jeans, a loose-fittingwhite shirt with buttons, and a belt. Gesturing wildly, he tells me how upsethe is with *something* and the only word I can think of to describe him is “maniacal”,and this is more of a thought than anything spoken in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I woke up with the word “maniacal” filling my head. Not mad, not crazy…maniacal.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]3[/SIZE][SIZE=2]rd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I find my thoughts filled with reminders of lucidity, probably due to continuousinfluence of the forum. These thoughts seem to run around my mind all nightlong.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The first thing I can recall is standing on the side of a hillside road in California.The road is curvy, with switchbacks, and both sides of the road are coveredwith thick grasses and the occasional wildflower. The grass is tall, brittle, andyellow in color as often seen in California on the western slopes of hills thatborder the Bay Area. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Standing a few feet in front of me is Patrick Stewart. He is wearing blackpants, sleek, like the ones he often appears in on STTNG. His shirt is white,thin, and cottony. It makes him look human, more like the actor and less likethe Captain of the Enterprise.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In a moment of lucidity I try to get him to say, “What the fuck is thisshit?” like I’ve seen in a few of the memes on the net. He won’t say it, andwhile I can make the words appear in the air around him he refuses to say thewords. I’m not sad but it is disappointing.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]4[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Fragment – I’m getting ready for my doctor’s appointment, a real-life event,and I know I’m late, but I don’t care because I can just reschedule ifsomething happens and I miss it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]5[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman](False Awakening)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It is morning, and I have to get myself and my daughter ready for school.(In real life I have already done this. I’m sleeping in the chair in the livingroom while waiting for an alarm to go off, telling me it’s time to go to myappointment for my blood check.)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I walk into the bedroom and start taking off my clothes, first my pants,then my underwear. I briefly wonder why I’m taking off my underwear when Imeant to wear them today. My daughter walks in and I tell her to go put herclothes on, we don’t have a lot of time. I turn around and walk to my dresser.Reaching in to my underwear drawer I select a pair of grey bikini briefs andslip them on.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The dream fades and I’m awake. I’m not thinking of the dream, just of mybladder, and I head to the bathroom. I pull down my shorts and underwear, andsuddenly the dream hits me like a brick, and I honestly don’t know if I’m awakeor not. I do a quick nose-plug RC and find that I’m awake. I finish in thebathroom with a weird feeling of déjà vu.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Walking in to the bedroom I head towards my dresser, and right on top of myunderwear drawer is the pair of grey bikini briefs I put on in the dream. Thefeeling was mind-blowing. [/FONT][/SIZE]