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Another chat/fOrceez dream fragment.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am at home and on the forum and all I can think of or sayis fOrceezpwndu over and over. It’s really odd how many times I say it and noother thought will enter my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up and the name still fills my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I met my teammate in the competition! We had a lucid talk about dreams and the competition points! Neat!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am at the mall on the second-floor leaning over a rail andlooking out over a open-area with people walking around with their purchases.Sivason walks up and I immediately recognize him, becoming lucid at the samemoment. He is wearing robes and reminds me of Noah for some reason though in myhead I think his dress is more like Moses. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We start having a lively discussion about Shared Dreaming,much like in the Debate thread on the forum. We cover some of the ideaspresented and also talk about WILD points from the competition. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you get 3 points for WILD.” I find myself saying. “I’vebeen doing the points this week.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, I think it’s four points.” He says this but seemsuncertain.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’ll check later. I have to tally the points.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe I’m talking about this in a dream, a dreamwhere I discuss dreaming. It’s enough to make me ponder things and I start tolose the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Right before things fade Sivason says, “I’m sorry I waslate. I was in London.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Yes. I peed on my son's Playstation 2.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I went to south Texas, presumably to visit my long-deadrelatives who lived down there. I know I was looking forward to seeing mygrandmother, an odd feeling. Still, Iseemed to be visiting some unknown relatives that were part of the family,people I had never met but had been given info on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked to the house and went in, asking to use theirbathroom. I knew they would let me because I was family. I hate using thebathroom of strangers but I really had to go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Closing the door and sitting on the toilet I began to pee. Iheard a sound to my right and realized the man of the house was in the shower.Goody, I definitely didn’t want to be seen by him but as I think this he opensthe shower door and looks at me. I actually hid my face because I felt sodisgusted at his stare. He closed the shower door and went back to hisactivity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, a few moments later the bathroom door opens and twopeople are peering at me like I’m some interloper using the toilet. I am appalledthey are staring at me and I tell them I’ll be done in a moment. One of themsays, “Something is wrong.” The two of them look at each other and I presumethey’re confused about my presence. I shut the door and finish.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I’m done I head right out of the house to the frontyard. As I approach my vehicle I can see it has been damaged by fire andpossibly collision. I realize this is what they were talking about when theysaid something was wrong. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The car appears to have burned from the hood but I suspectthe damaged mirror, now dangling, is the actual cause of the fire. The policeand firemen arrive but the fire is already out. They look at the car and at meand wish me luck but none of them offer me a ride anywhere despite me beingclearly stranded.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pulling out my hotel information I make my way back to whereI’m staying. It is some considerable distance and I’m tired and glad to bethere after such a long walk. My hotelis a two-story lodge, common to any medium-sized populace. I think my room ison the second floor.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I head to my room and open the door. It’s nice and quiet,the way I like it. This is odd because my kids are now following me as I headout to the balcony. I am vaguely surprised to see them but they show no interestin visiting with me. As if by magic friends appear out of nowhere, other kidsthey met at the hotel visiting from other balconies. My daughter has friends her age (odd to see themout at night) and my older son has a friend over as well. They engage eachother eagerly and take no notice of me. I head back inside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room (which now appears to be a spacious 2-storyroom) is a teen girl standing outside the bathroom waiting on someone. She isdressed like some kind of goth with a long black skirt, black top, too much palemakeup and too many jingly bracelets and other adornments. I assume she knowsmy son and I wish she would leave. I really need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding I can no longer wait on the person in the bathroomI look around for an alternative. I see my son’s Playstation 2 sitting on acoffee table next to the television and I head over to it. Glancing briefly atthe goth-girl and deciding I don’t care what she thinks I pull my pants downand squat over the game-machine. Peeing is quite a relief and I can see theliquid running into the box around the laser assembly. My relief turns to panicas the box fills and overflows, piss running onto the table and a little bit onmy leg. “Oh yeah”, I think…”the PS2 doesn’t have the extra storage that the PS3has. I should have used a PS3.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull up my pants and walk out of the hotel room and intothe hall. The corridor is long and appears like an interior maintenancecorridor more than a hotel-hallway with pipes along the ceiling and unpainteddoors. I am looking for a bathroom and I think one might be across the hallfrom me but as people pour through the double-doors I realize the opposite roomis another part of the hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn left and make my way down the hall. I believe the farroom is a bathroom or contains one. I turn a bend at the end of the hall andfind myself in a break-room, a couple tables and some chairs with coffee andother minor snacks sitting on counters that run the length of the room. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone walks out of the door at the far end of the room andI know that’s where I need to go. He walks through the room and out to the hallI came from but as he opens that door a zombie comes in. The zombie triggers mylucidity and I know I’m dreaming of something my son talked about, theimpending Zombie Apocalypse. I should feel scared by the sight but it is onlyone zombie after all.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m starting to turn away as I see several more peopleheaded into the room, by mistake I suspect, and I know they can handle thezombie. My lack-of concern is quickly replaced by trepidation as I realize I’mnow facing five zombies from the direction of the hall and perhaps I shouldexit. I turn and behind me is another zombie arriving from the direction I wantto go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We dance around a table and I know he’s not a problem for mebut I can’t figure a way out. His neck is bulging as if inflated and he iscoated with a green ooze that vaguely resembles a liquid-like form of rubbercement. I am mildly repulsed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I make a dash for it towards the door I want to head for andhe follows. I know I’m stronger than him and I easily block him from getting tome but he is strong and the feel of his muscles under the green ooze is alittle unnerving. I manage to push himoff a couple times but I know he will get to me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering that I’m dreaming and I can’t actually be harmedI stop in the hallway and let him come. He attempts to bite but nothinghappens. I just stand there and let him do as he wishes for a minute. It eventickles.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start walking away as he stares at me dumbfounded, an oddlook for a zombie. I am invincible now and I really want to fly away, despitebeing in a building. I leap towards the air, one hand up like superman and flyup beyond where the ceiling should be, a dark void of space opening up for meto play with. I feel like a real superhero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I withheld a few details of this dream because they were simply too graphic. Still, I will remember this dream well for a long time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving with Jen along a road in south Austin, achain-link fence to my right. I look over and ask, “Shall we go home or toMisty’s house or to your parent’s house?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hone.” I nod agreement and head in that direction. Jen haschemo the following morning and I know she should get her rest. It’s been anactive week.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we approach home I think, “But the house is SO damaged.”Indeed the house is suffering from no maintenance and a room or two that arefalling apart. Inside the house isn’t too bad, for the most part, but I seem torecall the floor in my upstairs bedroom had caved in except along the edges ofthe room. The image in my mind is of a room with a gaping hole where the floorshould be and the contents spilling into the garage below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go in and I set Jen up watching a movie in theentertainment room, a large space downstairs where the dining room should be.The carpet seems to be missing from the room and it seems gloomy inside. I hangout in the hall right outside the room looking in. I can see the shape of a manin the room with her, perhaps a butler that I don’t recall us having. Heresolves into a man wearing a tux and holding a silver platter as I think abouthis appearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I realize I’mdreaming and direct my attention to themovie Jen is watching. The TV is showing a movie about some strange creaturesthat are man-made, genetic monsters that seem very angry at their existence andhave a desire to kill humans (a predictable plot) though their original purposewas benign. They were created to help unlock the secrets of the genetic code, a3-billion year-old mystery that could be resolved with these creatures andtheir special abilities. They seem to have a seeing-power that can look backthrough genetic history to the earliest ages of life on the planet. Most of thecreatures seem to be upset with humans and how they’ve been treated but a fewhave evolved and become more intelligent. These kinder monsters wear clothesand have even formed their own government to help them coexist with humans. It’san interesting movie.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Seeing as I’m alone I spend some time pleasuring myself, alucid act that is more fun in some ways in a dream. Occasionally I look up tomake certain no one is watching. This goes on for several minutes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After a time Jen needs something and I tell her I can get itfrom my room on the second floor. I head upstairs and walk into my old bedroomexpecting to see a gaping hole but instead I see the room is intact. The floorremains though it has settled in about six inches lower and in a square shapeas if it was by design. I presume the floor is unstable and I move along theedges of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am approaching the side of the room where my old bed isand I start to slip into the gap. Knowing I only have a fraction of a secondbefore I fall in I leap to the opposite side, barely finding a purchase withenough of my body on the side to not cave in the floor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting back up I make my way to the bed and continuepleasuring myself as before. It feels really good and I recognize this as oneof my dream signs. The act itself stabilizes the dream and I am able to go onenjoying it. I really want to orgasm, the intense sensations I’m experiencingalmost too good as I make good use of my hands. I am trying so hard to achievemy first really powerful dream orgasm but I’m just not close enough. I know it’sclose but I can’t seem to take myself over the edge, and I want to so bad. Ican imagine the feelings and I know how good it will be when I do but because Ikeep failing I wake up. In real life I’m incredibly aroused and I wish I couldhave completed the act.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love dreams where you actually get to do something cool!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in the lobby of my old job, the first floor of thebuilding. The time is around 5:30PM and normal business has concluded which meansI will have to use my key for the elevators. I insert my key into the controland all 3 elevators go into diagnostic mode, the doors of each opening wide. Apanel displays the words “Take The Stairs” in bold red LED letters, and Irealize I will not be using the elevators. I walk towards the back of thebuilding and pass several workers with tool-belts and hardhats who stare at melike I’m part of their problem.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I reach the second floor I approach the reception desk.Unlike what I remember from real life this desk is situated in the middle ofthe large, open room, similar to the main branch of the public librarydowntown. It seems an odd place for the reception desk in an office building. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The woman at the desk is blonde, in her late twenties orearly thirties and has pale skin. She is clearly disaffected and does not wearany makeup. I can tell my experiencewith her will be splendid as I plop down a check on the desk from my in-lawsthat I need to have cashed.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab a pen from the desk and sign the check. Turning thecheck back over I see it is smudged and I presume the elevator smudged itsomehow. Handing it to the woman I feel happy to finally get my money but thewoman scrutinizes it unfavorably.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“No,” she says. “This is not your handwriting! You havenever signed checks like this.” I don’t actually recall giving her checks beforebut I presume I must have at some point in the past. I remember how I had to insert the check intoa slot by the elevator to come upstairs and I say, “The elevator printed on itand smudged it.” As I return her gaze Irealize her bulbous fingers also smudged the check making the black smear worsethan before.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not happy about this situation and to illustrate thispoint I pick up the pen and jab it several times at her face, leaving a numberof blue marks on her cheeks. At least some part of me is thinking, “I’m gonnadraw on your face!” She seems confused by this but she doesn’t get angry, andany respect I may have ever had for her disappears.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take the check from her and give her a disdainful look,the thought of how much this place sucks spreading through my mind. Some unseenclue has alerted me that I am needed in the back of the office and my checkissue will have to wait.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach an open area outside a corner room with corridorsleading off to my left and behind me. I am sitting on a desk facing back theway I came from and I’m talking with a coworker who looks like he should benamed ‘Johnson’ or some other nondescript name. He’s fair-haired with cleanfeatures and a dark suit that marks him as a low-ranking office worker.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Agent Johnson says, “Something bad happened with ProjectSyllabus.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I shake my head and become lucid as I reply, “Everything hasgone spooky here since this project started. Have you noticed? Weird things; somepeople have been hurt and even killed.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The agent leaves and I’m happy because I would rather talkto the two young ladies that have walked in to the room. I am male at thismoment, just another guy in the office as these two women walk into the roomfor First Aid. I know I can help.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]What makes me happy is that I know these women. One I’m onlyvaguely familiar with and she’s very beautiful. The other is a girl I datedaround the time I was 18. Her hair is unkempt and she is wearing wrinkledclothing that suggests she did not expect to be seen in public and had beenswimming in a creek. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The beautiful girl is about 19, a clean face that lights upwith even the tiniest smile and soft-looking light-brown hair. She is wearing aU.T. shirt and shorts and is in a different class from the other girl.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I say “Hi” to both and touch their hands though onlyreluctantly with my ex. I get the feeling the pretty girl would like to get toknow me and I let my touch linger with her fingers. I explore the feeling of her nails, a lucidsensation that fascinates me. I’m turning her hand over to look at the detailand feel the weight of her hand and I wish she would hold me tighter. Inresponse to my thought she curls her fingers through mine and we are holdinghands as she prepares to receive treatment to a cut on her knee from someoneunseen behind me. I don’t really care what is going on around me. I really justwant to spend time with this young woman, knowing the dream will end soon and Iwill lose this moment.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Would you like to stay with me?” I ask her. She turns toface me and smiles, blushes a little. “I would love to. We could have dinner.”I feel my own blush coming on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I loved the incredible detail in this dream. It was almost magical.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside the local Schlotzsky’s restaurant on south Lamarnear the river. Coming out of the building my friends and I encounter thegreenery near the parking lot. We’re laughing and joking and it’s possible thatsome of us are on drugs, though I am uncertain if I took something or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m approaching a twisted tree that has arranged itself inthe most wondrous and visually impossible way, as though the growth wasdirected by a blind spider. Twists and turns made by the branches seem to forma maze, nearly impossible to follow or find which way the wood is growing.Small branches sprout in every direction. The leaves of the tree sparkle, most likelyfrom droplets of water sprayed out by the landscaping sprinkler system. Thelight shining through the droplets looks like fairy magic, a tiny enchantedforest in the Schlotzsky’s parking lot. The sight triggers my lucidity as Iexamine the fine details.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the guys in the group says, “Charmaigne calls thisthe intricate tree.” He looks up with a half-high look on his face and placeshis hand on his hip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply, “Because it’s intricate.” This seems profound andyet horribly obvious at the same time. I can’t believe my DCs are this dumb.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at a small plant and the complicated patternsare even more detailed here. Shapes and colors seem otherworldly and thesparkly water droplets are here also. I know this plant can’t exist in thisworld and as I stare I find myself starting to fall into another world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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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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It seems I went back into the dream with Dethklok. Too bad it wasn't a DEILD.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m in a helicopter, still with Dethklok, and I have anaerial view of my destination, a damaged apartment building in central Austin. The building is damaged heavily, missing mostof the second level as if it had been partially demolished. I see the buildingas an apartment building but I label it in my mind as the hotel my grandparentsused to stay at when they visited Austin in the 1970’s.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The helicopter lands on a bare spot on the second floor andwe step out onto rubble and dirt. Chunks of concrete litter the space wherenormally a carpeted floor would be. Ithink how it’s a shame the place is so damaged and there isn’t enough time for itto be repaired before ACL, the Austin City Limits Music Festival. I know theowners are counting on a lot of rent money that will not come in because therooms aren’t ready.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The owner/manager of the apartments is touring us throughthe property and discussing various aspects of the damage and what remains. Wehead downstairs and out to the front of the property where we pass a walldisplaying the name of the complex. It’s damaged, the bricks caved in from animpact of some sort. I immediately apologize for the damage. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. That’s the fault of my people. We will get thatrepaired.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think one of the Dethklok members punched the wall but ifthey caused that kind of damage then the wall was in poor shape to begin with.I couldn’t believe it was a fist and tried to figure out what piece ofequipment could have caused it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we continue through the complex we come to an open areawhere a resident is hanging her laundry up on a clothing line. She has longbrown hair and plain features and she is wearing a white gown that suggests shedidn’t expect to be seen by strangers. She seems to be a high-energy individualand seems very interested in how the phones can still work when so many of thenearby power lines are down and non-functioning.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look around and I see the phone lines leading to herapartment, separate from the power lines and intact. I try to explain to herthat the phones are on their own electrical system separate from the normalelectric lines and that even when the power goes out the phones can still work.Her confusion is easy to explain from all the downed wires but all of them areelectrical and the phone wires, not seen by her, are hanging low overhead andcan be traced all the way back to the pole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/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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Again a celebrity appears in my dreams, and this one wants to get me laid.

I actually left a few details out of this one. Some things I just don't feel like posting.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m sitting by a large swimming pool behind an expansivehouse, the kind I would expect to find in Westlake Hills on the west side ofthe city. The pool is well below the level of the house, illuminated bylandscaping lights that shine on the trees and the rock wall behind the poolwhich forms both a barrier and a cascading waterfall. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m opposite the waterfall on a lounge chair. Sitting acrossfrom me is Julie Haggerty from the movie Airplane. She is counseling me on somematter and seems to know that someone at the house has a crush on me. I talk toher and send her to go tell the stranger that I would be glad to meet them andI hope we can have sex. Julie seems eager to assist in getting us together.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never get to meet the stranger though I do spend a littletime staring at my feet and thinking I should get a pedicure if I’m going toentertain.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I often dream of celebrities. I can't explain it.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside a local school which resembles a nearby juniorhigh. The ground is parched and dry and there is little grass. A lone treestands like a long-dead sentinel watching over a once-lush field. Now the landlooks abandoned and discarded, the hot sun baking any possibility of life outof the setting.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself kicking around a football with Vince Vaughn,Angelina Jolie and Kevin Pollak. We seem a lively bunch for this barren areathough it’s clear by how the land is pounded down that children once playedhere. Angelina is laughing vibrantly and Kevin is sporting his usual smile thatalways makes it a little hard to tell if he’s truly having a good time or if hewouldn’t prefer to be watching football with a cold beer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Vince Vaughn stands out from the bunch. He is wearing a blueterri-cloth bathrobe and is talking on a cellphone with little interest for thegame. He proclaims he wants to play with us but every time the ball comes tohim he attempts to absent-mindedly kick the ball, even when it’s not within hisreach. After a couple minutes we all stop and stare at him, slowly approachinghim from three sides and giving him our best sneers. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All I can do is think that Vince Vaughn is a terriblefootball player and I doubt we will invite him next time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/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 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]

This dream wasn't lucid but the imagery of the half-naked woman will haunt me for some time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The earliest thing I recall is standing in the conferenceroom at my former job. Along with several others I am setting up food forpeople returning from a meeting where it will be announced that we haveachieved a big win, an announcement that we have been awarded a major projectwith lots of money involved. On this scale such awards happen only every fewmonths at best so this is a big deal. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the engineers I work with, J.W., is standing near meand talking about the project. I don’t really pay attention to the specifics,though I am glad for our success as a company. I’ll be attending the meeting,though my work on the project may not come for months.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A gathering of people has been set up on the top floor ofthe parking garage, a makeshift receiving line designed to welcome ourreturning staff with honor and fanfare. The problem is that other offices sharethe parking garage, and their clients happen to wander inadvertently throughthe receiving line. The first couple of people don’t really cause any stir, butthe third person, a large woman in a car with no roof, really causes some commotion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman is older, perhaps somewhere between 55 and75,though it’s hard to determine exactly as she appears quite unhealthy and obese.She is wearing a muumuu and as the car rolls by she sticks her legs in the air,revealing her cottage cheese legs and bulbous calves. What’s really grotesqueis she has on no underwear, and her misshapen crotch is a sight that makesseveral people ill, including me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn to my dad who is standing next to me in the line and ask,“Did you just see what I saw?” He confirms that he did and we both just faceaway, still looking for our expected staff. When some employees do arrive weshout and throw stuff in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make my way back inside the building and head downstairsvia the elevator. Some of the other staff members have arrived through thisfront door. I pass a group of older men dressed in suits, talking and laughingas they head in. I keep heading for the door.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk out into the sun I encounter a young man in aservice uniform and cap, coming in with a load of boxes. He’s slightly blondwith a charming smile, fit though not heavily muscled. He does not seem out ofplace in any way.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You sure have a lot of boxes there, “I say. “It’s like you’vegot a bomb or something. I recall that we had received a notice that someonehad given us a bomb threat, someone who had been causing trouble in other partsof the city, and we should be on the lookout for a person with a lot of boxes,but I do not suspect this guy. I’m joking with him when I mention bombs.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He turns slightly and his gaze settles on me. He still hashis bright smile but as he faces me the happy grin disappears, and is replacedby a look of determination. Something about the change in his demeanor alertsme that he is the bomber I’ve been told to keep an eye out for, and my fearlevel shoots up a little. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]By this time I’m standing on the opposite side of my SUVfrom him. He has been unloading boxes from it and has one more box to carry inbut it is still inside the vehicle. I am standing by the open driver-side doorholding the keys, and as he reaches for the back passenger-side door to get hisbox I press the button to lock the doors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]THWUNK! All the locks go down at once.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He looks through the vehicle at me, starting to look alittle bit shocked that I’m keeping him from his bomb materials. He has his ownkey fob and presses the button to unlock the doors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]SHOONK! The locks all go up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know I can’t let him get in so I press the button againand hold it down so he can’t operate them from his fob. I’ve managed to keephim from getting in but there isn’t anything to stop him from coming around thevehicle and attacking me, and this realization spurns me to action. I jump intothe driver’s seat and start the vehicle, still holding down the lock button onthe key fob. I can’t risk him getting in before I get away, and without hislast box he can’t do any serious damage.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I manage to get the door shut and I start driving as fast asI can though I am going terribly slow and can’t seem to pick up speed. The viewahead is of a street on the U.T. campus and there are speed bumps along theroad. I stop worrying about my speed, not wanting to fly up if I hit a bump toofast, and instead turn my attention towards looking for a police officer. Theyseem to be abundant whenever I don’t want to find any but I can’t locate any ofthem now when I need them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And then I wake up.[/FONT]