lucid

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bought a present for my former neighbors. It is odd thatthey still live in town but I found their new home and have decided to takethem a house-warming present. Ringing the doorbell I wait with my hands behindmy back, occasionally rocking on my toes as I eagerly await for my friends toanswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The door opens and I’m greeted by the April’s husband, afriend I know as the parent of a child in my daughter’s class. He is onlywearing his blue-jeans and his eye-glasses. Even his feet are bare and he lookshis usual bored self.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I was expecting John. What are you doing here?” Headmits me into the house and says something but I don’t catch it as a younggirl runs up speaking to him as ‘daddy’ though I know very well she is thedaughter of another man I know. I am feeling really confused and slightlyunhappy that my friend didn’t answer his own door. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I set the present on the table and I tell April’s husbandthat I bought my friends a present. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh cool, they’ll be very happy. Check it out, they just gota hot tub!” He directs my gaze to the back of the house and I see a huge hottub installed in the back of the house. It’s gorgeous, and my gift doesn’tcompare at all, particularly because I also bought them a hot tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m visibly disappointed though he takes no notice. I happento finally look around and I find myself in a huge living room, perhaps 1,500sq ft in size. It’s well-appointed and tastefully decorated. A large fireplaceadorns the far wall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The guy turns back to me and asks , “Do you want to see?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Of course I want to see, I think, but I don’t respond. Ijust walk over to the back room. It’s sunken below the level of the living roomby nearly 8 feet but even more impressive is the wall of west-facing windowsnext to the hot-tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk down to the sunken room and then right on out theglass doors to the back yard. The view is expansive, and here is where I findmy friend John. He’s showing a doctor-friend of his the view. He waves at meand suggests I climb the small dirt hill to fully see why he bought this place.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Slightly to my left is a small dirt hill of packed earth. As Iclimb the small rise my view expands from a nearby tree to the scenic vistathat borders the large property. I achieve full-lucidity as I crest the hilland am awed by the small mountain range in the distance. I’m awed by the detailmy mind is creating, scenes inspired by some of the best places I’ve been whenI was younger. The sun is not quite low in the sky and the colors are alreadypretty on this side of the mountains. I pan my gaze and the range continues tomy left, becoming tall hills that come within 2 miles of the house and end nearthe road to my far left periphery.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the hills and to the left is a well-maintained golfrange though the grass looks a little brown between me and the fairway. A manabout to putt waves at us as I zoom my gaze in his direction. My eyes act likea telescope and I can examine details both near and far. Somewhat behind thegolfer is a split in the range which allows people on the golf course to drivethrough from one side of the hills to the other. The light from the semi-lowsun is brighter here shining on both sides of the pass and casting a glare inmy direction. It’s truly a beautiful scene. I’m thinking about how I want tolive some place that looks like this, followed by thoughts of exploring themountains in my free time. I even think about how I can access the golf courseand the vista beyond from the road which leads to the far side of the hills. Istart wondering what is on the other side and decide I’ll wait for the surprisein a future dream. I know I’ll visit this place again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My lucidity fades out as I find myself in the aisle of aHome Depot store attempting to put the pieces of the hot tub I bought back intoa box so it can be returned. I paid $3500 for that tub and if I don’t get itall back together I won’t get my full refund. I could really use the $3500.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I really hate confusing lucid dreams like this one.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my old office, the company I last worked for. I’m inthe western hallways of the office, talking to my boss. She is telling me aboutanother coworker.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Sandra needs money to pay for Dish Network.” She explains.I had wondered why Sandra was in the office. I was sure she no longer workedfor the company. My boss needed someone to take the check to her. She can befound in her old office where she is gathering some of her belongings leftbehind when she quit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take the check from my boss and walk down to find Sandra.She is collecting her things and talking with another coworker, explaining whyshe came and why it took her so long. She is also explaining her money needs.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I approach I see she has a baby with her. I don’t recallher being a parent or even having enough time since she left the company tohave a child so I can’t figure out whose child it is or why she would bring himin to the dirty office. I can see she is clearly struggling to maintain a holdon her things and take care of the baby at the same time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I can help take care of the baby.” I offer her assistance.She thanks me and heads off with some of her stuff. I take the baby into thecopy room where people are woreking and I leave it on the table. I next headdownstairs to get in my car.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know Sandra needs the check so I head to her new office, abuilding not too far away that looks more like a hotel or swanky apartment buildingthan an office. I pull up in the drive where a valet might normally stand andstart to get out of my red sports car (Ferrari?) when I realize that I don’thave the check with me. I left it back at the office. Even worse, I also leftthe baby behind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Doing a mental facepalm I climb back into the car and startdriving back to the office. I need to head down the road to 183 first, an oddroute to take back but I’m familiar with it because it’s the route I used touse to travel home from the office.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Whether because of the route or the blue-and-white policecarI see at the intersection I become lucid. I’m really impressed to see thepolicecar as it is the type Austin used to have when I was growing up. Theywere very distinct. The police officer is actually standing outside his car asI pass, taking a look at my vehicle. He seems to actually be looking at me asthough I am an interesting subject.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Back at the office I go upstairs and I check the copy roombut the baby isn’t there. Neither are the people from earlier so I have no-oneto ask. I head down the hall checking offices as I go, becoming increasinglyfrantic as I approach the end of the hall. I know it’s a dream but somethingabout trying to find a baby drives me on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching the end I make a right turn (knowing I will findthe child)and suddenly spot the baby with a guy named Jeff. I don’t actuallyknow this guy but he seems to be attentive and is making noises at the baby soI don’t mind his efforts. He even has Legos which should be too advanced forthe infant but I see the child has aged in the short time I was gone and cannow walk on his own. He walks towards a bike someone left in the office and Ibriefly worry he will get hurt by the axle of the rear wheel but he passes itwith ease.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If that wasn’t weird enough the baby can talk and does sowith the sound of a literate adult. His voice is quite mature and it’sunsettling enough to cause me to lose lucidity completely. The baby tells mesomething about playing cards and then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Some things just seem so simple...like this recipe.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in a southwestern landscape, similar to the Arizonadesert, surrounded by scrub brush. Mountains in the distance are purple-coloredin the hazy air. I’m lucid, my awareness brought about by the odd desertlocation. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of me, floating in the air, is a pile of cheese. Inmy mind I understand that I need to eat the cheese. I not only need to eat it…thecheese needs to fill me. I need to become the cheese. It looks like Americancheese and as I consume it my lower body becomes a yellowish-orange color. Italso feels warm.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Next a large amount of rice appears, white rice, and I mustconsume it just as I did the cheese. It’s steaming and fluffy though I feel noheat as I swallow. Still, it tastes good. The feeling inside me is similar to beingsupercharged.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now that I have the recipe components inside me I know I cancontrol the weather. Admittedly the weather doesn’t change much in the desertbut I now have control.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love the characters that pop up in my dreams.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in south Austin and I’ve heard there are some good artexhibits all over town worth checking out. I can’t quite recall who told me butit was one of the parents I know from my daughter’s school. I head north of mylocation until I arrive at a chainlink fence that surrounds a 3-story concretebuilding. The building is non-descript and has no outside signs or markings.From the outside it would appear to just be the shell of a building with darkwindows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I enter the building with my daughter who immediately runsfrom my side to explore the art exhibits contained inside. In every direction,yet sparsely situated, are objects and dioramas that express various feelingsand emotions using all kinds of material. Each one has a candle or severalcandles, some of which are not lit. The room is quite dark.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking over to an exhibit along the wall to my right I amfascinated by the detail the artist put into the work. Set on a square base ofabout 9 inches on a side is a small piece of gnarled tree that curls up like amisshapen letter ‘G’ and a number of strings hang from the top curve, eachdecorated with glistening charms and shapes that represent spiritual contentand emotional links felt throughout time by humanity. Sadly the candles are notlit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab the grill-lighter set on the exhibit table and beginlighting the candles. Only a couple remain lit after a few seconds and I haveto relight most of the candles. I believe they are being extinguished by abreeze coming in through the open front door, though I can recall no entry doorbehind me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking back I see Mark is there, his typical goofy smilebeaming from his face. He says “Hi” and I reply in kind. I can also see mydaughter running towards the back of the room, apparently intent on going upstairs.I know she will be okay and I turn around to walk towards another exhibit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The exhibit I’m approaching is blue, like the previous one,and I become lucid as I reach out to light the candles. Tiny sparkly shapes ofstars and magical symbols dangle from an overhanging piece of metal. As I applyflame to the candles I accidentally set the art on fire. The sparkly thingsburst into a brief flame that leaves them charred and wrinkled. I initiallyfeel bad but I decide I need not be concerned because I’m dreaming and the artalters slightly before my eyes. It actually looks better now.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pleased with my contribution to the exhibit I walked on withsome of the other people who were heading out the back door of thebuilding. I was expecting to see moreart out here and perhaps a gathering of people but instead I found a largefenced-off sandpit with people walking their Chihuahuas through a course duginto the sand. It was disappointing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I saw Bo and Luke Duke (The Dukes of Hazzard) and theylooked like they wanted a dog by the way they were acting and moving but I realizedthey already had a dog and were walking it along the course. Being lucid still I thought about finding anew place to go and enjoy but just as I started walking away the dream fadedand I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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If there's one thing I can do well it's driving. I can even do it while asleep!

I've taken my lucidity to a new level with this dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m going through a nearby subdivision on the other side ofthe hill when I hear an approaching siren. The vehicle it’s attached to comesinto view and I see a Life Services truck, a vehicle similar to a largeambulance but designated for pregnant people and the needs of those withbabies. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know it’s not right and to see such a service and thistriggers lucidity. I know I’m dreaming and though I’m still stuck in my SUV Iat least know how to solve my problem. I first think about how whenever I’mdriving things go wrong in a dream so this time I know I’ll do it right. I grabthe shift knob and put the vehicle in “Reverse”, actually making the effort tolook out the side window and see that I wasn’t going to bump the Life Servicestruck. Control of my driving is now my task.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I spent a few minutes making my reverse attempt having toalternate between reverse and forward as I inched my way out of a tight spotwithout scratching up the side panel or mirror of the other vehicle. I feltlike I was going to lose the task, particularly when I saw the LS-tech staringat me from the lawn of the house he came out of. I actually squinted andsqueezed the shift-knob harder and maintained control of the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Once I was safely out of the tight spot the guy on thestreet said, “Nice job! You’re better at that than me!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked at the man and replied, “Driving is what I do best.”The man tipped his hat at me and I drove off towards a side street, looking fora new route to the big hill that would lead me home. I found the street I waslooking for and drove along the road quickly. At the end of it was the street Ineeded to be on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning left I lost lucidity and suddenly my SUV turned intoa bicycle. I found myself staring at the asphalt below, a grey streak beneathmy feet on the pedals. I pushed harder to gain some speed before climbing thelarge hill, a hill that I haven’t been able to ride straight up since I was ateenager.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Jen was waiting for me at the top of the hill and as I cameup she shouted, “I don’t think you can make it! You better stop!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wouldn’t listen. I was determined to get home and enjoytime with my family. Instead of pushing to go further up the hill I turnedsideways so I could make a series of switchbacks. Using the principle of alower slope and longer distance to gain elevation I was able to make it up therest of the steep hill without giving up or having to walk my bike.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the top I get a big hug with smiles from Jen. I’m happyto have finished the ride and I know home is just a few houses away. All Iswell.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Lucidity works in weird ways. This is another dream where I spent time examining an object for details I don't normally pay attention to in a dream.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m inside what appears to be a large garage or warehouse work-areaand I’m sitting on a bare concrete floor surrounded by metal components andtools. Slightly behind me and to my left is a desk that I believe is mine. Thedesk is old, metal-framed and has a wooden top. On the desk are a few papersand an old telephone, the kind with a coiled-cord handset and 12 buttons for akeypad. The workplace is illuminated by natural light coming in throughtranslucent panels and open vents near the roof. I don’t recall what I’m supposed to do atthis place of employment though I suspect it has something to do with toolsjudging by the scene. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone is working with me, a coworker in coveralls thatneeds my help with some object. He begins working on some piece of equipmentbut he doesn’t have the right tool to work on it or something is wrong with histools. I suspect something is also wrong with my tools and I begin to inspectthem.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid as I pull out a screwdriver, the feel of itin my hand something I’m paying a lot of attention to. The screwdriver has atransparent yellow plastic handle and the tip is interchangeable for other tipsusing a round coupling screw that fits around the tip of the screwdriver. I canfeel the heft of it and it feels like a well-balanced tool. I’m happy to see itbecause the screwdriver is similar to one I had a as kid that I used frequentlywhich brings up fond memories of taking things apart.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Especially odd is that the tool-set became wet somehowdespite being in a tool case. This seems to also be the reason my coworker isupset. I’m not sure who got them wet or why but however they got wet the waterseems to have caused many of the tools to not function properly. I was bothered by them being wet but I waspleased my tools still worked, in particular the screwdriver. My coworker’stools were not working at all and after assembling the screwdriver I tossed itto him. He caught it in the air and muttered appreciation.[/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I was so happy to finally achieve TOTM! It's been difficult, and I kept trying to incubate this idea.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The dream begins in the elementary school cafeteria acrossthe street. I’m setting up tables and preparing for some event. I’m notnormally active with the school for stuff like this and I’m actually standingthere trying to figure out how I got roped in to helping. Normally I enjoyhelping out with classroom activities but I know I’m not a PTA member so theactions I’m performing seem wrong.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I lay down a tray of cupcakes I suddenly realize thereason I feel wrong is because I must be dreaming. Even the cupcakes lookwrong, as though my realization is causing the frosting to turn into blacklicorice, and I hate licorice.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up from the table and out the window to see a bunchof kids on their way to the cafeteria. I know I’m supposed to be working but Inow have a choice and I realize I don’t want the kids to actually make it tothe cafeteria before I do something. As I stare at them the line stops, justlike when the teacher tells the kids to pause for a moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now that I have a moment I’m trying to figure out what Ineed to do. The Task of the Month idea suddenly comes into my mind and Iremember the dream journal. Looking back at the table I see a log-book thatreminds me of the one I once saw at a funeral. As I stare at it the coloreddesign along the top of the pages resolves into the words “Dream Journal” and Iknow what to do. I try and think of something that happened during the day butI can’t remember what day it is. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Is it Thurdsday? No…Sat…no, Sunday I think. Time to take outthe trash. Wait, I’m supposed to do something. My thoughts are confusing butlooking at the book again reminds me what needs to happen. I look around butthere is no pen. Usually they attach one to the book with one of thosestring-things but I don’t see one. I lift the book and even check the spine butI can’t find a pen. The only thing I have are the odd-looking cupcakes. I grabone and start smearing it across the page. At first it’s messy but I gaincontrol of my hand enough to actually make my writing legible.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Quickly I write, “I chatted with Alucinor and ccrinbamatoday on DV.” I’m impressed I can recall how to spell Alucinor because the odd lettercombination of the name ccrinbama seems easier to remember for some reason. I’mstaring at the words (which don’t look pretty at all) when I suddenly becomescared of what I did and I slam the book shut. A small amount of frosting comesout the side and I wipe it with my finger, which I then smear on my pants inlieu of a napkin. It seemed like a good idea at the time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning around at the approach of a voice I shout, “Yes Ilike the cupcakes! They don’t have hair in them!” The parent facing me lookssatisfied and confused at the same time but I just presume it’s because I’m notwearing my name badge that they give you in the office. Though I wasn’t askedabout it I say, “I’ll go get it now.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the cafeteria and right on out of thebuilding. I can see a fire truck coming up the street and I worry that maybeone of the kids ate a cupcake with hair and they were now choking. Still I knowthey are in good hands so I walk towards the street where a rally is going on tokeep the bicyclists from being allowed to ride and walk their dogs at the sametime. People seem really upset about it and someone actually picks up a bikeand throws it into the street. I want to help but I’m not sure which side tojoin. The decision becomes moot as the TV news shows up and people scatter inall directions not wanting to be arrested. I run but not towards my housebecause they might look for me there. Instead I run into the library but I musthave got the wrong day because a group of voters are in there and I don’t havean appointment. I look for a window to climb out and the dream ends as I wakeand need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I'm not used to staring at people directly, face-to-face so this dream took me by surprise.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In my house I’m in my living room and someone is at thedoor. I’m not expecting anyone so it’s surprising to hear the knocking. Lookingover at my front door I see a bed-sheet hanging from the ceiling over thedoorway. It appears the door is still in place but the sheet covers it on theinside and the person knocking is already inside my house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I stare at this odd sight I become lucid, I know it’s notright for a sheet or a stranger to be there so I lean forward for a closerlook. My movement is more like that of a ghost flying towards the door and Ifind myself face-to-face with the visitor, a black child staring at me throughthe blue semi-transparent sheet. I don’t know the boy though he clearly hassome intent and we seem to be examining each other closely. The details of hisface are impressively visible through the fabric.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Who is it?” I ask him this but I’m not expecting an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m David. Just David.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I still don’t know this child yet I let him in the housewithout a second thought. He walks in and sits down in my living room,seemingly known to my daughter . I stepback and watch as they share Tinker Toys and laugh while I turn around toexamine my hands. As I turn the room changes into my room in a different house,the walls gone and the sounds of laughter immediately silenced. The experienceis almost scary and briefly I attempt to ask myself, “Well, how did I gethere?” The thought barely forms when I wake up being kicked by my daughter.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this dream on August 12th around 1PM, thankfully one hour after the comp started.

I saw some things in this dream that I'm still trying to figure out and understand what they have to do with lucidity.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was in my old neighborhood in south Austin and I had anorthern destination. I knew the way to get there, even planned out a routethat should bypass some of the traffic because my planned travel time was nearrush-hour. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]However, my passenger had an alternate suggestion.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Why don’t you take Lisa Road?”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Because going the other way will be quicker.”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, I promise it will be fast!” She said.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I gave in and instead of going down another block to themain road out of the neighborhood I turned right onto Lisa Road. In real lifethis road exists in the same place but by another name and is bordered byneighborhood houses instead of leading into the woods.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I move further along Lisa Road it immediately makes aturn to the left and then a sharp bend to the right over a flowing stream. Thisis the point where I start being confused by the road and my lucidity hits. Iknow I’m dreaming and I’m thinking about how glad I am that my vehicle canhandle the off-road conditions that Lisa Road is presenting me when I decideI’m tired of driving along the road I’m on.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I blink and turn my view to the left and find myself in astructure. It’s little more than a shack in the woods where I suspect homelesspeople have been hanging out and I have almost overwhelming feelings ofrevulsion of living under those conditions. Instead of running out I lookaround and I know that I will see a nicer place as I do. As I turn the roomchanges to meet my expectations and I think about how it wouldn’t be a badplace to be if you ran away from home.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thought of living there cause me to imagine the people whowould have lived there and I conjure up an image of a young couple who had toraise their illegitimate baby there. The proof of their existence appearsbehind me and enters my view as I continue turning. They are long gone but asmall picture confirms they once lived. I feel happy that they managed to makea life under adverse conditions and even turn a rundown hobo-shack into alivable place. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I realize that whatever I want to see appears and I becomelucid. I conjure up a baby doll that I feel would be a nice gift for that youngcouple to give to their child and I place it next to the picture, a memorial toimmortalize this image in my mind. I know it’s a dream but I feel this image isimportant and significant, a creation of my mind that represents my ability tovisit other people long gone from my life. The thought actually brings a tearto my dreaming eye.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I wipe away the tear and find I’m alone in a run-downbuilding. The shack has changed into concrete walls and the remains of abuilding once intended for offices. I walk forward towards the window,wondering if I will see the neighborhood I recently droive through. Instead Iam at the top of a hill overlooking a narrow valley. The hills are rocky andthe ridge across from me is covered in trees. Far below is a line of cars on a dirt road bordering a small creek, asmall bridge allowing them to cross on some unknown pilgrimage to someplacearound the bend of the ridge across from me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I stare at the sight I see people below crossing towardsmy side of the valley. All of them are burdened with belongings and packs ofsupplies. I feel an overwhelming urge to join them and I reach up to cry outfor their attention. I’m still lucid so I know I can.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of yelling at them the ground below me slips awayand I find myself barely hanging on to the window edge. The ground below myfeet is slipping away into a hole filled with small trees and dense growth, anodd place for a forest considering my dream is dissolving into the space belowthe trees, a dream-hole hidden by foliage that I suspect also contains snakes.I’ve never experienced this before and all I can think to do is slide my bodyto the side. I’ve been through similar tight situations in real life so I knewI could escape the hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My escape from certain doom worked and I looked up from thedirty floor slipping into the hole. I was still surrounded by concrete wallsthat should have been offices but the roof of the structure was gone…or perhapsnever existed, I’m not sure which. Above the building is a swirling purple sky,and while I’ve imagined some crazy skies in my life I’ve never seen one thatlooks like this maelstrom above me. I put my hand up to shield myself from thedoom I imagine will follow soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]

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

I'm copying this from my Workbook. I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing things down as I get ready for Matte's competition.

So last night I had three very long dreams. All of them had something to do with the forum or the forum members and lucid dreaming.

I recall one involving me sending a forum member into a moving vehicle in front of me to induce lucid dreaming in the truck (think it was a truck) and suddenly the vehicle exploded, bodies flying every which way. It was weird because the bodies seem to fly up and then fall rather realistically and the whole thing reminded me of a patchwork of elements I've seen on various documentaries and news reports.

It was the act of trying to induce lucid dreaming that caused the truck to explode. Not sure what what means.

When I woke each time I could recall being in a lengthy dream and some of the events that happened. The visuals are fairly easy to recall but examining them in hindsight produces only vague impressions. It's a weird mix of recall and lack-of-recall.

Think I need more sleep. I haven't been getting enough rest this week and when I lie down I see lines of text scrolling past my eyes, just like chat.


As for the most vivid object...it was small, round, perhaps two inches across. I believe it was a Happy-Meal toy, the bottom of which had a space slightly smaller than the diameter of the circular base in which I was placing another object. There were three cutouts on one side and I was able to fit a small object (a disc or coin, perhaps a watch face of some sort) into the base with the buttons (?) lined up with the three cutouts. I knew they didn't belong together but it felt like they were made for each other. I examined it for a while. The light was bright and reflecting off the object, shining occasionally into my eye. The toy was a lime-green plastic along the base and the fitting object was yellow.

I seem to have a lot of moments like that. Often they become a trigger for lucidity or I'm already lucid by the time I'm examining the object or scene. I think this stems from my general nature of being a hyper-aware person.

I should write all this in my dream journal but I feel like relaxing for a bit before sleep.

Tonight will be the third night in a row in which I haven't had enough sleep. Tomorrow will likely be the fourth. [sigh]

I have never been an insect before in a flying dream. The feeling was incredible.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m an employee of the Department of Natural Development, amagical division that is responsible for many of the changes seen in nature. Certainaspects of the natural world do not occur without the aid and assistance ofmagical beings like me. We are capable of becoming the tiniest of people, andthis makes us perfectly suited to our jobs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk through the office to put up my briefcase and grabmy equipment I immediately become lucid and realize that I need to activate myshrinking power before I take off. I walk into a special staging room designedfor transformations and I shrink to insect size. Everything around me becomesthe tallest of towers as my perspective changes. The feeling is almostsickening.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My equipment has also shrunk and I place the safety straparound my body, hooking into the harness and the lock that attaches to my belt.Next to me is a switch and I press it, which allows me to exit the room beforesomeone else comes in, preventing people from being squished.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I leave the officebuilding and I find myself flying over a crowd of people walking along a busysidewalk. I pass by several very close, feeling a little daring, and a youngman actually swats at me though his slow hand comes nowhere close. As I gainaltitude I’m laughing, both at how good this feels and how awesome it is toevade his swatting hand. He looks annoyed as he talks on his cell phone.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My little wings are making a buzzing sound, though I knowthey aren’t real wings like those of an insect. They’re manufactured to imitatethe sound of a fly or bee, speeding me to my work. I wear office clothes despite my need toappear like an insect, and the only thing keeping me from being seen is myincredibly small size and super-fast speed. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I fly into a grouping of redbuds, or perhaps cherry trees,I’m not sure which. Both trees appear similar in spring, white flowers thatchange colors as the season develops. I am carrying a sprayer, a machine thatappears like a high-powered blower, and my job is to spray the scent onto theflowers. Without me, the trees would have no smell and people wouldn’tappreciate the trees as much. Without me….well…how else would the scent getthere?[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Flitting in and out of the branches is exhilarating, and Ishare the air with bees and butterflies, though neither comes near me fearing thesound of my wings. The vibrations make other creatures stay clear of me, and Iam free to spray the trees without interruption. I think about how cluelessregular people are and what they would think if they knew about the sprayingthat I’m doing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

It's not every day that someone from DreamViews appears in my dream, but this isn't the first time OpheliaBlue has shown up.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a backroad in California, somewhere not too far fromthe Sierras. Trees and bright green meadows line the road, a perfect place fora drive in the country. I encounter very few people.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Up ahead is a driveway that I suspect is an H.E.B., an oddthing to find in California. I pull off the road into the dirt parking lot andwork to fit my vehicle in behind some other SUV. The rear end of the vehiclesticks out onto the road a little but not as far as other nearby vehicles so Iassume it’s okay.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The store seems less like a supermarket and more like an oldcountry store that has fallen to disrepair. There are no bright overhead lightsand the floor seems dirty. Condensation water drips from various chilleddisplays and pools on the floor, a clear slip hazard. The shelves are filledwith items but the selection is slim with little to no product competition. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Wandering through the store and carrying a hand basket Iselect a loaf of bread and a cucumber, something in a jar and some off-brandtype of soda I’ve never heard of. I seem to not be shopping for a meal butrather just picking up items as I go along and see things I am familiar with. Iremember that I need some water bottles and grab a case of Ozarka, noting thatI still have one at home under the table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A cashier is standing by an old-fashioned manual cashregister, his hands on the counter while he waits expectantly for someone tobuy some groceries but I just walk on past him. My belongings seem to disappearas I walk back outside. The parking lot has puddles in it and I have tojump-step to avoid them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The sky is a dark grey and as I look up at it snow begins tofall, light at first but quickly turning heavier. I become lucid as the snowand ice falls onto my skin, the chill of the ice almost painful as it lands onme. I just stop and stand there for a minute, looking at the ice melt, feelingthe cold penetrate into me. It’s a really neat sensation for a dream. As theice crystals hit they change from white to blue, then back to white beforemelting and dripping down the side of my arm. The blue is intriguing, and Irecognize it as a dream sign. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Wiping the water from my arm I continue on my way throughthe parking lot. My car is still sticking out onto the road and I no longerfeel so comfortable with it there. It seems too exposed to traffic, so the bestsolution is to move it further into the parking lot. I hop in and start mycar/SUV by pressing on the gas pedal, my keys seemingly forgotten, or lost.Ahead of me is a zigzag path around a red El Camino that will allow me to parkin a safer area. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m surprised so many cars are here; there doesn’t seem tobe many people around the grocery store or even the property. I pull into theclearing but if I stay in the position I could get blocked in a manner thatwould make it impossible to get out. I back up into a carport that I thinkbelongs to the property owner. It slopes uphill and has wooden planks set onthe ground to enable traction. A flimsy green roof covers it. It would be agreat place to park but I don’t want to make the guy mad by parking in hisspot.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the slight hill I’m on I can see another spot thatwould be perfect, and I pull forward into the circular drive in front of thestore. In the middle of this circle is a bar-style table, and OpheliaBlue isleaning on it and doing her homework. A pencil is held lazily in her right handwith the eraser stuck gently between her teeth. I recognize that I know herfrom DreamViews and this reinforces the lucidity from earlier.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You’ll never get out that way.” She says this nonchalantly.“You need to go through IRC.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you sure?” I want to believe her but sometimes it’shard to take the word of a teenager who is clearly rebellious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah. It’s the only way to get past the snake in the mud.”She lays her pencil down on her book and straightens up, her hair falling offher shoulders as she does. Her clothing suggests punk but her homework, sometype of higher mathematics, suggests nerd. The glasses just make her lookyounger. As for her words, I know that she is telling me a code to get past thestoreowner’s evil brother.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, then, thank you!” I don’t know what else to say. Iwasn’t expecting such kindness out here in the middle of nowhere. I alreadyfelt like everyone I encountered wanted me to leave, like a stranger who doesn’tbelong to the local clubhouse. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dangling from Ophelia’s neck is a small pendant, a whiteoval surrounded by ribbed gold. In the center is a black circle, like the pupilin the eye, and in my mind it clearly belongs in a museum, which must mean shestole it. I’m about to ask when she takes it off and hands it to me, placing itin my hand and folding my fingers over it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This will get you through. Don’t leave it here.” Her facelooks serious, and her tone suggests urgency.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at it and I have no idea what to do with it. Iwant to ask but she walks away to go wash her hands in the fish sink becauseher pencil made marks on her skin. For me it seems like a good time to leave soI walk up the hill to the road, cross into the woods, and head off looking fora pine tree with an oval carved into it. Somehow this feels right.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The center of the forest is hard to find, and the ferns seemto be sticky. I can feel something clinging to my skin, making the tiny hairs onmy arm feel weird. They make progress slow as I step over the plants and fallenlimbs, and the odd smell of feet seems to be coming from somewhere off to myright.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]A voice inside my mind tells me to throw the pendant to findthe tree and I yank on the string to break it. The pull fails to snap the cordso I pull it over my head instead, taking one last look at it before I throwit. The black circle has hints of blue in it like speckles of fire, presumablyparticles of the sky, another recognizable sign of the dream. It’s hard to take my eyes off it but I have tolet it go.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I throw it and a whistling noise fills the air as it arcsinto the distance, landing behind a large bush. I go looking for it, diggingthrough branches and leaves and getting poked in the face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had two fragments this morning. I'm amazed I remember them.


Dream 1 - I'm sitting in a room with a box, similar to a Jack-In-The-Box but less interesting. It has some odd decorative shapes on the sides so I can only assume it's a toy. The box sits on a plain table.

The table sits in a plain room, perhaps 8 feet on a side, and one wall has a window set in it. The window is covered by a blind which blocks any view to the other side of the window.

Out of the box pops a purple monkey wearing a hat. It's not actually part of the toy but seemingly sitting on top of the box. It waves around like a toy but I know I would never buy it. The monkey talks to me and I talk back but I have no recall of what is said.

And I wake up.


Dream 2 - I'm walking along a hike-and-bike trail and the most fascinating thing for my attention is the asphalt. Usually the trails around here are crushed granite but this one is paved, and I'm lucid enough to not only know I'm dreaming but enthralled by the detail in the pavement.

A runner comes by, one of the many who runs this path, and as his foot passes in front of me a spray of dirt is lifted into the air. Time slows down and I can examine each particle of dirt as it floats in front of me, tumbling in slow-motion at a pace slow enough to reach out and touch it. I can't believe no one else but me notices this, but I really don't care. It's incredible, like having a nature show in my mind.

I think to myself, "I love slow-motion."

And I wake up.

This dream ranks among the most detailed dreams I've had, especially the lucid moments playing with the water. I've left out plenty of descriptive details that I just don't have enough time for, but I've tried to preserve the scenes and imagery. The color blue is still pervasive. This is a long dream.

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene takes place in the house I grew up in, a houselocated atop a tree-covered ridge with a row of back windows that face west. Iloved that house and especially that yard, but in this dream the house issuddenly located in Canada. I’ve never actually been to Canada but it must haveseemed like a good place to be for a dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A storm is coming, a sight not unusual for west-facingwindows, but this one is particularly large. The winds of the storm areswirling like a hurricane, or perhaps oversized tornado, and have a blue tintto many of the swirls. I connect this to ice and a severe storm, as well asthoughts of being in Canada. Despite this some part of me knows this storm isimpossible, whether I’m in Canada or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Something tells me that I need to be on the lookout for apair of kids with broken arms, injuries recently sustained while escaping thestorm possibly. I don’t remember a phone call or message but somehow I justknow. As I think about them the stormsuddenly throws out several bolts of lightning indicating it is close enough toreally be a potential threat very soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly turn to the room I’m in, occupied by a couple ofother people, and say, “Why haven’t we taken the kids to the hospital yet?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk from the room and outside to the car, a cross betweenmy SUV, a car, and some kind of large toy. Driving the vehicle is an actualchallenge as it seems to be solely operated by the steering wheel. I swerve allover the road and as I reach the end of the block I’m lucky to make the turnwithout crashing into the rock wall that lines the outer edge of one person’sproperty. What’s especially weird is that I’m I Canada yet my childhoodneighborhood is perfectly preserved in my mind, right down to the dust on theroad at the corner.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The lighting of the scene is that of early morning, and Idecide it must be six A.M. I’m approaching an intersection with a cross-streetand I have to stop, though my vehicle is very slow to respond. Ahead of meseveral children are approaching the intersection from the side and one is evencrossing with his bike right in front of me, prompting me to slam on the brake.The car slows with a frightening lag and I become scared I’m going to hit theyoung boy on his way to the bus stop, but as the motion ceases I get mad andwonder why in hell he would be going to school at six in the morning.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the cross-street a grey cube-car, initially headedtowards the same intersection, abruptly turns around and heads back the way itcame. This seems suspicious to me, and I turn to follow it. I have to stopshort as the car is moving at a very slow speed, and my suspicions disappear asmy displeasure with their speed rises. I have kids to get to the hospital afterall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the slow cube-car is another vehicle goingequally slow, and I can’t wait any longer. I zoom around both cars as weapproach a bend in the road, and as I am about to move back over into the laneI am brought face-to-face with an oncoming car. I swerve violently and my carmoves out of the way of the approaching vehicle, but I overcompensate andswerve back across the road after they pass. This time luck has deserted me andI crash into the curb, running into the grass of a house I visited as a teen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After standing there with my hands on my hips for a fewminutes just staring at the wrecked car I decide to head back to the hotel. Iskip over the return trip and find myself already experiencing the luxury ofthe hotel I’m booked in for a conference I’m attending, and still in Canada. Myfriends are waiting on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the hotel room the atmosphere is quite sedate compared tomy earlier location. The room is spacious, with white walls and curtains andseems large enough for a dozen people or more to share. I seem to be on somekind of tour, and I’ve been led into the spacious and relaxing bathroom. Awoman is taking a bath but she gets up as we enter, allowing me to see the trueluxury of this hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The bath itself is situated like a mountain stream. Thebather sits in a slanted trough with a rest at their back containing the watercontrols. Their body below mid-thigh rests on a slope with polished river rocksforming the bottom of the tub, the water diffusing down through the rockssomewhere near the end of the tub instead of a traditional drain. The rate ofthe water going out of the tub is the same as the water coming in, and thisallows the water to fill the tub and seem to remain still without appearinglike it is in constant motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bring my face closer to the water surface and the termartesian well enters my mind. This is the true luxury of this hotel, wellbeyond any of the other amenities, and I can’t wait to bathe in it. The view ofthe water brings me to lucidity and I spend the next several minutes simplystaring at the water and the rocks below, watching light shimmer and reflectalong the bottom of the tub. Few sights have ever brought me as much pleasureas watching a flowing stream, something I associate with the Pisces in me. Idip my hands in the water and watch as the ripples trail from my fingers, adazzle of light that is truly captivating. The water was warm when I enteredthe room but as I play in it the water becomes cool and clear, just the way Iwant it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is open to the west, and oddly I never see anyglass. The sun is low in the western sky and the pretty colors are starting tocome out, something you can only truly appreciate from a high vantage pointlike the hill this hotel sits on. It’s this view that puts the finishing touchon the luxury of this bathroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand and walk back into the main part of the hotel room.I see a couple of my friends but something is nagging at the back of my mind.With a puzzled look on my face I say, “Where are those kids?” No one sitting inthe room seems to know but they start getting up to look for them as thoughthey were lost keys hidden in the room. I turn to the curtains behind me andpart them, revealing a sliding glass door which leads to an interior patio usedfor seating and watching the outside without having to experience the heat orcold. Here I find the boys, lying on sleeping bags, and apparently their brokenarms have been taken care of with casts, though they still look severelyinjured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Some movement catches my eye in the darkened room and as myfocus adjusts I see a pair of raccoons has invaded the room through the openexternal patio door. They appear to be digging for snacks the boys have left aroundin the room, the remainders of a night of recovery from their injuries. Myentrance has startled them, and a third raccoon on the external patio isalready scurrying away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The raccoons run through the open door and I give chase.From the patio-deck they jump onto a low roof and around the corner of thehotel. It appears dark outside but as I come around the corner I see it is justa deep shadow created by the setting sun. The trio of raccoons has become afamily, and they scurry along the roof to the edge of the building where theyjump to an outcropping of rock. Limestone hills surround the hotel and leadtowards a small meadow at the edge of the property. The raccoons run throughthis meadow and jump off a cliff to some nearby trees. It looks dangerous and Iwonder if they sustain injury doing this, but they seem to reach the bottomjust fine. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My attention turns to the view of the sunset, fading colorslike fire dying in the sky. It’s a beautiful scene, and I wish I could linger,but I really need to get back to the hotel room, and in particular I need toget off the roof before it gets dark. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Climbing out onto the roof had been easy, a mere walk/runonto the gently sloped surface. Going back was not so smooth. I watched myfriend who I don’t remember being on the roof at all climb from the level I’mstanding on to a higher level that leads back to the room. The other roof isabout five feet above where I am and I don’t feel confident that I can make it,especially with the spiny cactus that has slid into place right in my path. Iknow I’m going to have to hold onto this cactus to get up but the tiny spinesare too difficult to grab onto comfortably, and I give up. I decide the bestcourse of action is to jump down to the ground floor below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I land in the back of the building, a parking lot/loadingarea for the hotel’s restaurant. Immediately a Greek man walks up to me andasks me if I want to order breakfast. I feel a little surprised at hisforwardness, having never ordered breakfast from the loading area before. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, I am hungry…” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I have even had a chance to talk about what I wouldlike to eat the man is calling out to someone to prepare another breakfast itemfor me. I have to hastily stop him before he can complete the sentence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hold on. I don’t even know if I’m going to like what it is.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me further into the kitchen loading area where foodis stacked on high wheeled carts and shelves. His breakfast offering islikewise filling shelves on a cart, and it looks a little greener than Iusually care for in a breakfast item. The appearance is something like a smalltomato cake with jalapeno seeds and cabbage, a description that defiesimagination but seems to be very Greek in appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Can I try it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]He won’t give me a whole one to try but instead hands me asmall piece of the green leafy substance that surrounds the outer part of the Greekcake wheel. It’s bitter and creamy for aleaf, an unusual combination that he seems enthralled with but I just don’tcare for it. I thank him and walk back to the room, still hungry but happy Ididn’t let him push his odd food on me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room I sit down on the bed. My friends have left theroom to enjoy the night, and I’m alone with only the glow of a couple lamps tokeep me company. A few feet away a fax machine sits on a small table and it isspewing out a rather long document. I assume it’s printing out a message fromDream Views and I ignore it at first, walking over to sit at the nearby writingtable to do a little work. When I look again at the fax a moment later Irealize it’s printing out my entire address book of contacts, including privateinformation that I have notated with each name. I can only presume this wasgenerated by a computer error and I feel glad I was in the room when thishappened. If I had been out enjoying myself still I would have missed the printand sensitive information would have fallen into the wrong hands. I’m onlystaying in the hotel for one night and if this had occurred the next nightanother guest would have found this treasure-trove of a document.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue writing at the desk for a minute or two and whenI’m finished I sit back down on the bed. Since no one is around this seems likea good time to touch myself, and I slip down my shorts to my ankles. It doesn’ttake me long to get lost in the activity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve had my eyes closed while I enjoy myself, ignoring mysurroundings, but when I open my eyes I see that the deckchairs outside thewindow which I presumed were unoccupied actually had people lying on them. Ihad not been able to see the people because the backs of the chairs faced thewindow, and now I’m sitting here on the bed touching myself and completelyvisible. Even worse, one of the people is standing and I recognize him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Aagghh!!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I utter a small scream and duck down behind the bed. In fullview of me and my self-pleasure is the hotel manager, standing next to one ofthe deck chairs and talking to a woman. He is dressed casually, a whitebutton-down loosely flowing in the breeze over a wife-beater t-shirt. He’s abalding man, likely in his fifties, with beady eyes and glasses that tend topeer down over his slight belly. The woman with him is clearly not his wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m doing my best to become invisible behind the bed, evengoing so far as to hold up a small towel over my face. My legs seem to besticking out past the end of the bed and I can’t pull them up any closer. Ipeek out from behind my rag as one of the staff members comes up to the man andtalks with him in a hurried manner. I’m pretty sure the man has seen me,judging by the look on his face and his continuous peeking in my direction. Ican’t tell what they’re actually saying but it is enough to draw the manageraway from his date. I feel that he told the staff member that he saw me and he’sunhappy about it, while the staff member probably said if he knows what’s goodfor him he’ll forget he saw me because I could expose him and his mistress tohis wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Whatever is said the man leaves without confronting me and Ican finally get up. My friends are sitting nearby on different beds and two ofthem are laughing at me and the situation, knowing I almost got caught twice.Thankfully I have escaped the uncomfortable events and all seems well.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I liked this dream despite a few strange elements. It's the first dream I've ever had where I purposefully chose my gender during the dream, one of the best transformations ever!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The school day has started and I am walking the halls asthough a student, a backpack slung over my shoulder. I feel like a spy, oragent of some police force sent to figure out who is selling drugs or testscores, though nothing I see or do suggests this. It’s just a feeling.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head down a set of stairs to my classroom, and the area iscluttered with people standing outside the door. It seems class isn’t open yet,and the bustle of people around me is causing quite a jam, spilling onto thestairs as well. Looking over at some of the people coming down the stairs Irealize they all have their blue books, ready to head to their class. I don’thave a blue book, or perhaps my teacher doesn’t use them, but I really feel Ishould have one of the blue books.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we stand there it becomes clear that some other teacherhas left the campus for some unknown reason, and their students were sent to myclass as there was no other place to send them. I can’t imagine what it is thatwould drive a teacher to leave so abruptly and cause their class to have tocombine with another. It must have been serious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We finally are let into the classroom and allowed to findseats as best we can. Standing there I feel a little anxious about not having myblue book, a feeling of confusion that we should have them but no one in sightexcept for the other class has brought them. I sit down at a desk with my backto the wall, the open doorway to my right and beyond the girl sitting next tome. People in the class start pairing up and sharing their blue books, and Ilook around to see if anyone is near me that will share. The girl sitting nextto me (on the right) is cute and she smiles at me before bumping her deskcloser to mine. A book is open on her desk and it’s clear she means to let mesee it also but I don’t believe it is the blue book we’re supposed to have.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In the row in front of me and diagonally to my right isanother cute girl, and she doesn’t mind sharing her book with me. She’s not as sexy-cute as thefirst girl but still very pretty, and her willingness to help me out is atremendous relief. At the front of the class a video is showing, displayed onan older tube-style TV on a stand. Not many people seem to be paying attentionto it and I find I am distracted by the girl before me, more so as she reachesback to me and we hold hands on a blanket that has appeared between us. I feelgrateful the teacher can not see us holding hands below the folds of the lumpyblanket.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The teacher has to leave class for a few minutes, presumablyto use the bathroom, and oddly he puts on his sport coat, a brownish tweedjacket that is a relic from years past. He hands me the remote for the TV and Ipresume it is because I am the oldest, and likely the most responsible, in theclass. It’s long and similar to the remote for my Sony TV so I feel comfortablebeing in control of the video, and I think he knew this. He walks out and thedoor shuts behind him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the door shut and the teacher gone, the paired upcouples in the classroom begin making out. It’s rather surprising for aclassroom that so many people would be able to hook up so quickly, though I’mnot opposed to the behavior. To enhance the mood someone changes the TV programto a pornographic movie though it doesn’t seem to encourage people to watch theTV. The girl I had been holding hands with has gotten up from her seat and hasmoved closer to the TV stand so she has room to smoke her bong. I’m impressedthat she has been able to get a bong into school, and I observe her take in arather large hit of smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My friend Pearce has also been smoking weed and he seems tobe talking to me about the experience, though I’m barely listening. He hasbecome super-high, he tells me, and he definitely prefers this effect over theeffects of Ecstasy. This prompts me to reach into my backpack and pull out astring of blue pills, similar to a candy necklace, and I break one off and popit into my mouth. I hold the string upto his view and say, “I much prefer Ecstasy to weed.” I then lower the stringinto a film canister, placing a few coins on top to keep the pills from pryingeyes should I ever be investigated.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking around a couple desks and up to the front of theclass by the TV I reach my hand out to the girl I had been holding hands with.She extends her hand and shakes mine. “I never got to properly meet youearlier.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Cat.” Her hand is soft.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this moment I become completely lucid and debate how I shouldanswer her. I could go female or male, and during this time my appearance seemsto take on a fluid appearance, a shifting of colors and swirls that I can seealong my arms and legs. Guessing her to be more attracted to males and unlikelyto be a lesbian I decide to go with male and my form immediately solidifies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Charles.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My clothes have changed, and I’m wearing a light-blue denimshirt. I can feel a goatee on my face and my hair is now short. It’s a weirdfeeling being in this body but it seems to suit the situation better. I feelmore confident that she and I will make out soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sniffing the air I have a moment of clarity and realize weneed to clear out the pot smoke from the room. I start looking around for some other source of smell, something worthyof opening a window. Behind me is an open doorway leading into a small bathroomand a rather homely-looking boy is sitting on the toilet. My gaze is returnedby a smile filled with braces gone wild, and a slight wave. In my mind Iidentify him as Dumpy-Humphrey, mainly because of his similarity to a boy Iwent to school with. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The pooping boy is a good start but I know we will needsomething more. I really need something stronger, something everyone hates.With a burst of courage and a lack of shame I shout to the class, “I need agirl to throw up!” I request a girlbecause they’re more likely to be acquainted with sticking their finger down their throat and puking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thankfully one of the girls obliges and makes a nice spot inthe corner. Good. I explain to the other girl I thought was cute; “We couldopen up a window now because of the smell, to air things out and not besuspicious.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing the teacher is likely returning any second I take aquick look around the room. The TV is still on and the people on the screenseem awfully familiar, and look suspiciously like the people in the porn movieThe Room which Adult Swim likes to air on April Fool’s Day. Oh my God, I think,is the TV still showing PORN??!! No, it’sokay, I realize it’s just the show from earlier and someone has kindly switchedit back from the adult movie during the time I was looking for someone to throwup. All is well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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