Moon

Today, I had another nightmare. However, just like last night's dream, I did not wake up with a start or a scream.

I was waiting for the other three members in my study group in a room, which apparently belonged to the university. I was soon accompanied by the new guy F, who I have only met once for real. I did not really like the atmosphere he created in the room in this dream. It felt calm in an eerie way. Shortly, A also showed up, but she turned around again, saying she had to take care of something first. A few minutes later, J appeared and I felt small and delicate next to F. I immediately explained to J that A would be back soon. J acted a bit weird, though. He did not even look at me and turned around at my comment, apparently to search for A instead. I felt a bit abandoned by the other two.

When J had left and shut the only door, which was now on the top of a slope, I noticed how much the room had grown. When F and I were alone, the room grew even more and the walls turned into a dark red. F felt even creepier now and at the same time he seemed amused to have me all for himself. His body started growing, turned pitch-black with white eyes and he grew horns. He soon melted into the wall above me. His body became fully merged with the red wall and disappeared, but the devilish features of his head could still be seen. He started talking in an evil and menacing voice. I cannot recall what he said, but he repeated a few sentences several times and I felt uneasy by his words. Then I woke up.

I was walking along a street in the neighborhood when two guys between 25-30 years old stopped me. They were threatening and I could feel that they wanted to attack me. And what was worse, I knew they wanted to do it just to be "popular" among others and to have something to brag about. This made me frustrated and when the shorter of the guys, who was italian- or spanish looking with short dark hair and a red shirt, grabbed my arms I had this feeling of unreality and felt a numb kind of shock instead of being frightened. When I fully realized what he was doing, I tried to break free, but he was very strong. I tried to scream, but my voice remained low and hoarse no matter how much energy I put behind it. The other guy just stood there watching and was very calm about all of this.

I soon managed to break free, but found myself caught in the same kind of scene several times again, with the same guys at the same place, even though I had left it. The dream then jumps a lot between different places and although I cannot see anyone, I have a strong feeling of danger and of being pursued. I can feel that someone I know is close by and I try to call out to this person, but my voice still fails me and when I try to run, it is very hard. It is as if the air has grabbed me and prevents me from advancing. Eventually, after some more struggling, I wake up.

I was at a large indoor pool, which was partially owned by a school. The ceiling was very high above the surface of the water and from the wall, rather close to the ceiling, a waterfall poured down into the pool. I stood up there, looking across the enormous room. People jumped down the waterfall, into the pool and I felt kind of forced to do that too. However, I could easily back away from this. The thing was, I wanted to overcome my fear of jumping from this height and therefore felt that I had to jump for that sake.

When looking in front of me again, I noticed a branch 1,5-2 meters out and then remembered that I had jumped from up here before, by first throwing myself towards the branch and grabbing it. Nonetheless, as I was looking at it now, I doubted that I would be able to jump far enough to reach it... Someone else ran past me over the edge and grabbed the branch, swinged himself from it and fell towards the water. This made me more determined and less worried. I knew I could do this. I threw myself towards the branch and easily grabbed it. I did not feel heavy or anything hanging there and I begun swinging back and forth, preparing to let go. After swinging back and forth a few times and was swinging forward again I let go of the branch, plunging forward through the air. I felt so free and alive! However, I realized I might have gained to much power when swinging forward and thought I would crash into the wall on the other side. Instead, as I flew closer to the wall, I begun losing altitude faster, splashing into the water close to the wall.

Because of the incredible power that falling from high above had given me, my body continued very deeply down the water. It was an incredible feeling, but I began suspecting that I would have a hard time making it all the way to the surface without breathing. At the same time, I almost did not worry about this at all for some reason. Once my body had stopped being pushed deeper, I began swimming upwards. I had only done a few strokes, though, when I accidentally inhaled. The strange thing was, I felt myself breathing normal air. I got a bit confused about this and was on the verge of becoming lucid!

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I am walking homewards from somewhere (do not really know where). A boy who is about ten years old is walking nearby and has apparently just finished school. We mostly walk through grey alleys and corridors. The boy is doing something on his cell phone as he is walking. Suddenly I hear my own cell phone ringing. Or so I thought, but when I take it out of my bag it does not indicate in any way that someone has just called. I feel a bit confused and check if I have any missed calls registered. I do not. Then I hear the signal again and realize that it must be the boy who has the same melody as me on his phone. He notices me looking at him and walks towards me. He then asks me if I can help him find Florida on my cell phone and I know that he means on a map or something. However, I am not sure how I would be able to do that since I do not have Internet access on my phone. I try to carefully explain that I do not know how to find it and I hope to be able to talk myself out of this without revealing that I cannot use Internet on the phone, since that would feel a bit embarrassing. Apparently he has tried to find it himself for a while now on his cell phone without any success. Then the boy drops the Florida hunt, at least for now.

Either the boy now walks away and my friend P shows up, or the boy transforms into him (not completely sure which). P and I are walking together and are happily talking about this and that. Suddenly it starts raining a lot. Fortunately, I have an umbrella with me which I now open. It is a bit broken and at least two metallic sticks are sticking out of it. However, it gives a good protection from the rain anyway. P seems to think that umbrellas are weird inventions that is not needed. He puts his hood on and is perfectly happy with that. It now also starts thundering from the rain clouds. We continue walking, but I am a little afraid that the lightning will hit the umbrella, especially because its skeleton is made of metal. I am therefore crouching as I am walking. Suddenly, P tells me that the top of the umbrella is on fire and points above my head. At first I do not really understand. But then I look at the other side of the umbrella and see that it is on fire. At first, I become a little shocked, especially if you consider that I had not noticed or felt any lightning on the umbrella. Then I throw the umbrella into a puddle and roll it around, making it thinner. In the end it looks like a black stick. I make sure to put out the fire well, because I know that fire safety means a lot to P and his family. He watches my actions carefully and thoughtfully and when I am done with the umbrella he seems satisfied.

We are now almost at home and only have a long, steep slope to climb. We know that we should keep ourselves as low as we can and hurry because of the thunderstorm. Therefore we begin to crawl incredibly quickly up the slope which is wet. P, who now appears to have transformed into his little sister L or someone else, is falling behind. I feel that it is my duty to stay and wait for him/her and therefore I do so a couple of times during our crawling. However, when I stay to wait I stand up in my full height which feels a bit risky. But soon we have both made it up the slope.

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Redecorating at my practice school

For the hundredth time or so, I am at the school were I have just had some teacher practice. I am in our working party's room with my supervisor and a student I have had. Apparently, my supervisor wants to redecorate the wall and make a large sign there, which will be the main sign at the school for people to see from outside. It feels like he is in charge over the school now, because he wants his own name to be written in large letters on the sign. The student is there to paint those letters. Above them a neon sign with the school's name or something will also be placed. My supervisor is sitting at a table, looking through some papers as the student starts painting the first letter of his last name. I feel a little annoyed, because the student is not very good at painting and the letter turns out really ugly... But when I turn around and then look again everything on the wall looks perfect and very well made! I feel rather surprised, but thinks "Okey... then that won't be a problem..." and start feeling relieved. However, the sign does not have either my supervisor's or the school's name on it. Despite this, I feel that it looks perfect to my supervisor. Then I turn around again for some reason and when I look again there is a pink neon sign on the top of the wall saying "Madame". The rest of the wall is painted dark purple and my supervisor's last name is below "Madame", but as a white neon sign. I feel a bit uneasy about this result and wonder if this does not make my supervisor feel gay... However, after having looked at the wall he says that this is perfect, as long as his name is moved a bit to the left...


Amazing skies and lucidity during a beautiful summer evening

I am walking around the houses in my neighborhood and so do rather many other people. I recognize several of them - for example neighbors and my grandparents. Even though some of them look rather different from in reality I still know that it is them. There is a beautiful, orange glow everywhere and in the sky I can see many beautiful phenomena. For instance, glowing things are rushing by up there and there are several rainbows in very strong colors. Me and everyone else look at those and are amazed. I talk a bit to my grandparents and we notice an unusually thick rainbow whose lenght we try to follow with our eyes as long as we can. However, the rainbow continues down behind a house and into fog.

A short while later, I for some reason am with a weird and rather boring guy in a green jacket, who is maybe in his fourties. The two of us walk into a restaurant and sit down at a table. I do not feel very amused but feel that I must endure this.

However, when I look at the menu, which is standing in a plastic holder on the table and see outside the restaurant behind it, I suddenly become lucid. I arise and do the nose check to become fully lucid as I walk towards the glass doors. Of course, I can breathe through my nose and I feel a little rush of joy as I walk through the doors, out into the summer evening. The place I see before me feels really nice and cosy. There are some small houses and pubs there and there are gentle, beautiful lights around those. I walk forward and feel calm and happy. Then I start running forward a short distance. Some people are there, serenely and happily standing here and there. Some of them have drinks in their hands. Some of them talk to each other, while some others stand on their own, calmly observing the night around them. I move towards a guy in about my age with jeans, a white and blue checked shirt and blond, a bit dishevelled hair. I give him a quick kiss on his mouth. Then I turn to look around some more at the environment.

However, everything I see soon begins to fade and become black. But then I focus on feeling my dream body move and at the same time I spontaneously let sexual emotions arouse within me. Those things bring the dream back. I can now see the same place and people again as the emotion begins to fade. The emotion I had just felt had affected the dream a bit, by making some of the people in it more intimate. For example, a girl and a guy standing five meters away are now making out.

I look to my right and see rather many different objects on shelves behind a desk (in a stand or something like that). I see a mug (in a color which is a mix between light brown and a red purple) that I want to reach, but it is too far away behind the desk... But then I quickly realize something: "Wait!" I excitedly think. "I can just use telekinesis!". So I hold out my right hand and spread the fingers a bit. At the same time I relax, focus my mind and hand on the mug. It is gently lifted from the shelf and I make it soar towards me and into my hand. "Yes, it worked", I think and feel the mug, which is rather big, in my hand. I then put it down and decide to try lifting something bigger. I find a wooden chair a short distance away. I focus just like the last time and I easily manage to make it levitate. I then let it sink to the ground again and turn my attention to the sky, to see if it still looks cool. I see a rather large circle/oval (the shape is somewhere between, but not really symmetric) of shimmering dots in different colors. They are not very sharp, but looks cool anyway. After having looked at this, the dream begins to fade away and I wake up.

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The horrible student

Once again, I was at my teacher practice. I had a group of students that I had had several times before for real. However, today a new student had joined this group. Apparently, he was called "Crayfish" due to his special haircut, which looked rather cool. Because of this it was easy to recognize him even from behind, because the haircut looked extra special at the back of his neck and was very characteristic for him. I got this short presentation of him by the dream itself as I saw him from behind. At the same time I had this really ominous feeling because of him.

When he had entered the classroom I quickly realized that he was a horrible person. He was very rude all the time, stood and walked around in the classroom without any respect whatsoever and we did not even have a lesson because of him. When he had said about the hundredth rude thing to me I could not stop myself, so I slapped his cheek. He did not like this. For a few seconds he stared darkly at me and then he quickly punched me in the stomach. I wondered if I should hit him back, but decided that it was best not to. After all, it could get really dangerous. The others just stood around in the classroom and did not dare to say or do anything. They seemed to fear "Crayfish".

Later during the same lesson, or maybe on the next lesson with this group, it got even worse. "Crayfish" held my arms and dragged me around the floor. I was frightened and could not do anything and I did not dare say anything. Still, no one else dared to say or do anything either. When he finally released me I quickly got up on my feet and ran out of the classroom, to the right in a corridor and came into a rather large, wooden room with several teachers sitting and having a coffee break or something. I was almost out of breath and desperately cried "We need HELP in there!" and added something about "Crayfish". The teachers in the room looked puzzled and even shocked. Then one of them (a woman in her thirties or fourties, I think) stepped forward and walked back with me to the classroom. In some way she managed to get him out of there by saying something. However, the lesson seemed to be over anyway.

The next day I had the same group again. Somehow I was sure that "Crayfish" would not show up today. But I was wrong. Outside the classroom several platforms (like those at a train station) passed by (or maybe it was the classroom that was moving). Soon it stopped and I could see "Crayfish" stand out there with his characteristic hairstyle and his back facing the classroom. This view felt very ominous to me once again, but even more this time and I knew that he would turn around any second and walk into the classroom...

I do not remember anything more from this dream and I believe it just faded away after I had seen this last image of his back.


A weird way to awaken

After I had had another dream I heard a noise which made me begin to awaken. I had now awakened enough to notice that I was in my bed, but was really confused about the noise that was heard. I thought that it sounded like cinnamon in sound form... I groggily turned around several times in confusion to try and hear from which direction I heard this noise, but this was very hard to tell. Finally, I noticed a stuffed elk to the right in my bed. I realized that "they" had somehow hidden the noise inside it. I grabbed its leg, which felt like stuffed animal legs normally do. However, the stuffed elk was soon gone and I begun wondering if that noise was really my alarm clock. But I still felt confused, because I still did not recognize it. As I thought about it some more I begun to fully awaken and realized that it actually was my alarm clock...

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Me and my parents are sitting at a table in the sea, close to a harbour. Our heads and half of our upper parts of the bodies are above the surface while the rest is beneath. Suddenly, I see a fin approaching me in the water. I become thoughtful and wonder if it could really be a shark, because the fin also had a frill which made it look beautiful. It also has some kind of beautiful light on it. I reflect in wonder if it could instead be some kind of dolphin or something like that. But at the same time it felt a bit ominous when this creature started circling the table.

For a moment I become half lucid and think that the creature is what I expect it to be. I start thinking that I hope it is a dolphin. However, I still feel a bit insecure on this one and therefore ask my mom (big mistake!) if it really could be a shark.

She answers with certainty and seriousness "Oh, yes. That's a shark all right...". I sit completely still with tightened muscles. I feel my belly moving when I breathe and I wish that it would not do that. My mom tells me that the shark begins to grow more and more interested in me because I am so tense and adds that sharks are attracted to tense people. Both my parents are very calm and relaxed and do not seem worried at all about the shark or anything else. I feel frightened over what mom had just said and immediately try to relax my body. I say in a fast and desperate voice to them: "I am relaxing now, look, I am relaxing!" A creepy silence surrounds me as I hold my breath and wait. My attention is now directed towards my legs which are under the water and I really pray with all of my heart that the shark will not grab one of them and drag me down with it soon. However, I shortly begin to wake up. I am relieved over this, but at the same time I also feel a bit disappointed that I did not get to know how it all ended.

I also remember another dream from this night, which was a bit longer than the one above. However, I do not feel like writing it down since it did not feel that interesting + I do not have the energy right now. But to summarize, it included my old Chinese teacher who was in a strangely bad mood and also some of the students I have had during my teacher practice, who I for example talked to about martial arts.

Moving in with my supervisor:

I have just arrived at my supervisor's house, where I for some reason am going to live with him and his daughter for some time. His daughter looks different than IRL and in some ways my supervisor does to. He even behaves a bit differently and less distinguished.

Their house is rather big and so are all of the rooms. However, those rooms do not look very cosy and homelike but have white walls and stuff such as boxes and wires in them, but not much normal furniture. One of the rooms looks a lot like the part of a store where the counters are. There were several counters in this room which looked very similar to those in a grocery store. However, in these "counters" you instead did the dishes. I saw my supervisor do this several times during the dream. He even wore a white and green checked apron. After having watched him do the dishes several times he asked me if I could do this sometime too and I replied that I would. After all, if I was supposed to live there I felt that it was natural for me to help with stuff like that. Several times during the rest of the dream I thought that I would do some dishing, but I was always distracted by something and started to feel guilty for never taking care of it.

Later, my supervisor returns home from something and has apparently been through something really tough which you can perhaps compare to a divorce or a loss of something very important. He seems extremely depressed and appears to have been devastated. After a while, I carefully ask him if it is perhaps better if I move out again, since this is maybe a bad time for me to stay here. However, he says "no, no" and seems relieved to have me there. He is happy that I am there and wants me to stay, apparently especially because of what has just happened. A while earlier I had seen him cut his hair without even looking into a mirror, and I know that he is too proud of his hair to just cut it like that. I had asked him if he did it because of what happened, but he only replied that he just felt that it was time to cut it.

Even later in the dream, he has invited a bunch of guests to the house. I do not really meet any of them and do not see any of them cleary, but I can feel that they are there and can see movement and hear things from them. I feel that I do not really know how to behave and therefore move away into an empty room, looking for a bathroom. I start to wonder if they even have a shower around here. I am starting to feel a bit worried that I will never find a shower there and start smelling in a few days. I open several white doors without any success. Finally I find a stairway, which I follow. Apparenly it leads up to the roof. I now stand on the roof, which consists of red tiles. There, in the middle stands a toilet. I find it weird to place a toilet up here and start wondering if anyone would see me if I used it now. I look around and notice that I am really high above the ground. I see the lawn a long way below and the daughter playing there. It is a clear and sunny day. I now realize that this is both a toilet and a shower. To take a shower you sit on the toilet and pull a rope hanging from above in order to make water pour down on you. I thought that this was not very practical, since you could not move around very much up here. I now also noticed thin, almost fully transparent curtains to pull around me. I got annoyed, because people would see me through them. Besides, the wind was blowing them apart all the time...


Fragments:

* I remember that it was a long time since I sent an e-mail to my old friend P, who I apparently had used to exchange mails with a lot when I had been younger. I write him an e-mail now and tell him about my life nowadays and so on. When I have sent it I can see that it had been sent to another address as well. Then I remember that when P had been smaller, his mom always wanted to read all the e-mails he received. I had now written to the same address, which was apparently still connected to his mom's. This meant that she would also be able to read what I had just written and I did not really like this.

* I am on the bus with my friend A. I am sitting and he is standing, holding on to a pole. He tells me that he has been married once, a few years ago, and seems to be serious. I become shocked (he is only nineteen and does not seem like the type...) and ask him several times if it is really true. He keeps responding "yes" in a voice which is still serious. Then he adds, apparently to try and make me understand: "Yes, in a story I have written about myself". I then angrily exclaim that what he writes about himself in his stories is not true and that he cannot lie like this. However, he does not understand what I mean and seems to think that everything that he has written about himself becomes true...

Creepy, scary bugs:

I was out on the balcony and noticed a few centipedes, which were a bit larger than normal ones. I found them a little creepy. However, worse things were to come. When I went out on the balcony after a while again I noticed an even larger centipede (must have been 30 cm long and was rather thick). I got a bit of a shock and also felt disgusted. This centipede started climbing on the metal plates on the balcony. After having climbed a couple of decimeters or so it stopped and turned its head towards me... It had a gross opening which must have been its mouth. It made some kind of hissing sound and seemed to prepare to launch itself towards me. I stood there and began feeling rather anxious and did not know what to do. At the same time my mom walked out on the balcony. I pointed at the weird, mutated centipede and said something. My mom then grabbed it and threw it off the balcony, into a pillar which stood there. When it collided with the pillar a kind of cracking noise was heard and then it fell down on the lawn. However, I was sure it was still alive, since it seemed to have such a thick shell. I felt relieved that it was gone and joked a bit with mom about the creature. I told her that it had reminded me a bit of the dragon Mushu from Mulan when she threw it. Also, I said to her: "I don't think it will be lonely for long, though..." . She agreed and we meant that since "he" was such a large and strong bug he would probably find a partner rather easily.

Shortly after this incident I went outside. I saw a neighbor family approaching (two young parents with two small kids) with their stroller. At the same time I noticed a wasp flying towards me. I got a little frightened (due to my bug phobia) and even more so when the wasp flew even closer. I started hyperventilating and tried to remain still as it flew around me. After a short while I opened my eyes. To my horror it was not gone, but was sitting on my left hand. I tried to remain calm and hoped that it would not sting me. I wondered how painful it would feel if it did and thought to the wasp "please don't sting me, please don't sting me...". Then it appeared to start teasing me, because it moved around, seemed to prepare for the sting, changed its mind and so on... The family with the stroller had gotten even closer now and at the same that I was frightened, I also amused myself with the thought that I could pretend in front of the family that I was seriously allergic to the wasp's sting and therefore was in grave danger. Maybe they would not find it weird then if I looked really frightened.

Fragments:

* I see myself naked from behind and I see that I have extremely long, thick, frizzy hair growing from my butt. I feel very surprised, but then just depressed. As I am looking at it it is growing even more. I am disgusted by myself because of this and think that I remind me of an ostrich or something...

* I get an SMS from my supervisor, where he expresses some positive feelings about my work. I read it two or three times and to my surprise the text changed a bit every time. However, the main meaning of it was still the same and it remained positive. He had also put some smileys and thumbs up-symbols in it.

* I am writing down some of my dreams in the notebook next to my bed (rather much text with details), but some of the dreams I wrote down, I realised after having awakened, I had not even had.

I have another day of teacher practice and have a lesson with a small group of students (maybe 3). However, instead of talking to them and helping them I soon find myself in a bed on the other side of the room. Just like the students, I find this a bit weird and surprising. I just lay there and ignore them while I at the same time start to feel guilty for being lazy. They seem to feel abandoned and they just sit there and stare at me with confusion in their eyes, apparently waiting for me to do something connected to the lesson. But I just ignore this, relax and pull the blanket over my shoulder. Right after this I wake up.

In some way, and without really realizing it until now, I had become the new leader of SD (a political party in Sweden which is hostile against immigrants). This is an extremely weird thing for me to dream since I do not support their opinions at all. In the dream I also felt that it was a bit weird, but then I remembered that I had joined SD in order to change their views somehow. I thought I had succeeded, but then I realized that people still hated SD and even felt that things had not changed a bit within it. I began thinking that if I really was their leader now there surely had to be lots of articles in the newspapers about me and I would be recognized by people and probably even hated. I started to get really worried and a little dizzy. I even started panicking a bit and thought about how my whole life was going to be ruined now because of this. I pictured an article about this, where it said that I had gone from being a person who were strongly against SD's opinions (or so it seemed... that sneaky bitch...) into becoming their leader. I wondered how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess and did not remember a damn thing about how it all had happened.

I was walking towards the mall. I was at a small parking lot nearby and had someone with me (likewise to extremely many of my dreams this was a kind of ally/friend that was more in the background). As we were approaching a crossing I saw something above me and looked up. There was a bronze colored church bell hanging there! My friend and I stood there, looking at the church bell which was now tolling. Apparently someone was pulling a rope tied to it, like a bell-ringer. I was amazed and looked up at the bell while listening to it. I felt a strong feeling of liking and appreciation for church bells and their incredible sound. I thought that this was perhaps why I loved Infected Mushroom's "B.P.Empire" so much. However, as I continued looking and listening the whole thing felt rather ominous as if something bad was going to happen. I now sat on the ground and I thought that what if the bell would fall down on me? I was not afraid, but I had a sinister feeling. I jokingly told my friend that "one beautiful day a bell might fall down on me". Then I added a bit exaggeratingly "or an UGLY day!".
I was just going to say that it must be someone strong who could make this bell toll, when I noticed the one pulling the rope only a few meters away. He had a kind of ninja outfit and even his head was covered in black cloth. He had revealed his face for a second, but had quickly put the cloth on again. Nevertheless, I had seen his face. He was a small, young, thin boy with blond hair and round glasses. When he realized he had been discovered he jumped forward, took of the cloth covering his head and stopped in front of me. He had a lot of energy and seemed to want to fight me, but I ignored this and kept walking towards the mall.

After doing some other stuff when walking down to the entrance of the grocery store, I entered it. I felt a bit confused when I was in the beginning of the grocery store and forgot what I had already found in there and what I was now looking for. I held two products in my hands and decided to put them down in my shopping cart before continuing. However, I was not completely sure I had actually brought a shopping cart, but since this one stood next to me and was empty I figured it was mine. I therefore put the products in there, but right after I did that an angry, old man came walking and angrily told me it was his. I felt even more confused and a little embarrassed and removed my things. Instead I thought I could go and get a shopping basket, since I was not going to buy that much stuff. When I was at the piles of shopping baskets, however, the man was still very upset and angry. I said something and he got even more furious. He told me something about where the baskets were and angrily pointed. However, I now noticed that it was extremely dark in the store and I could not see a thing, while the man could apparently see everything. I soon found two light switches next to each other. As I approached them I asked in a loud, sceptical and irritated voice how the hell he could see this well when he was so old, while I could not see a damn thing. I pressed both buttons. It became a little brighter, but not enough. I then saw that the right button was not for lighting up the store, but rather for making the light weaker. I pressed this button again to undo the effect and - lo and behold - the store got just as bright as it normally is! The man had not calmed down, seemed to feel insulted and also appeared to hate me just because of the fact that I was young. He kept saying irritated things and making upset gestures. I did some back and for example poked his arm a little. Each time I did something small like that he did something worse, such as grabbing my wrist rather hard. I got an idea and continued doing and saying little things which apparently made him even more upset. My goal was to make others (for example security) see a really angry and violent man and do something about him. This way he would get what he deserved, I thought. I therefore rather innocently continued, making him even angrier. When he roughly grabbed my arm I screamed "Waaaaaaah! He's attacking me!". Then I woke up.

A windy day:
I walk to a sandbox nearby the house where I live and notice that there is furniture standing here and also outside several houses. I find this a bit odd, because it is everywhere and not just outside ONE house. I also realize that it is rather windy this day, because two fabric seats blow out of what looks like some kind of heavy, wooden pulka. I wonder if I should chase after the flying seats and think that it is perhaps even my duty, but I then decide to leave it. After all, it is not my fault that someone has left something like that outside on a windy day... In the sandbox I find a large rubber ball with handles which you can sit on and bounce. I do this and I feel really happy. Afterwards I sit down on a swing and start swinging higher and higher, the way I used to when I was small. Apparently, I am able to swing higher than ever before due to the wind. When I get off the swing I notice that the wind has grown really, really strong and now even rips furniture to pieces, sending table legs and other parts of them flying in all directions. I find this rather cool. I then feel like using the rubber ball or the swing some more and therefore walk back towards them. However, when I do this I see that incredibly nosy, old woman looking at me through the window. I figure she will think I have gone nuts playing like a child and I feel uncomfortable and even a bit ashamed with her staring at me. I therefore leave the sandbox.

Yeti and the metallic leg decorations:
I am on a road near the forest. As I walk along the road I look to the left, into the forest. It is rather dark and a bit foggy in there and to my surprise I see a large, white creature move some distance away in there. I have some other people with me in the background and after looking at the creature for another moment I exclaim to them that it is Yeti (the snowman)! I feel a bit uneasy and even more so when Yeti turns around and starts walking in my direction. However, as he approaches he is shrinking and when he has reached me he is only about the same size as me. Now he is even looking fake somehow and I do not feel uneasy anymore, but just a bit confused. I then realize that it is only a human in a Yeti costume. The person removes the costume and I see that it is a girl in about my own age.

I notice that I am wearing some kind of cool, ornate, gold colored, metal decoration on my whole right leg. I think it looks awesome and I am also fascinated that it fits so perfectly and lets me move freely even though it is made of metal. I feel very proud over this decoration and show it to the others. Several times I tell them how awesome it is. After wandering to several different places which I only remember very vaguely, I and the others (including the yeti-girl) are in a large building with a large collection of different mirrors in all sizes and shapes, with all sorts of frames. I admire my leg decoration in one of those mirrors, still fascinated over it. I now notice that the yeti-girl, who is standing next to me, also looking into the large mirror in front of us, has a similar leg decoration herself. However, hers are darker, more compact (less patterns etc) and are put on in a different way. I think that her legs are probably a bit thicker than mine. After showing her several different kinds of mirrors in the house, which she seems fascinated about, we decide to try each other's leg decorations. She puts mine on without difficulty. However, my leg is too thick for hers. I feel a bit shocked, because I had been so certain her legs were thicker than mine. When looking at my legs in the mirror now I notice that my right one is much thinner than the left. I feel surprised at first, but then come to the conclusion that those leg decorations probably make the legs temporarily thinner.

A friend walking a lot:
I walk out into the kitchen and find my mum and dad sitting there. As I have just come to the threshold, mum tells me in a very surprised voice that my friend Philip has been walking back and forth towards the parking lot extremely many times today (at least 20 times). I look out of the window and see him walking down there and feel a little surprised myself and wonder if he has a forgetful day or something.

Preparing for P.E.:
I am in the dressing room in one of the schools I used to go to and appear to be in 7th grade or something. A P.E. lesson will soon begin and I am changing for that. However, I do not have my ordinary gym clothes with me and therefore decide to put my jacket on and nothing else (not even panties...). At the time it feels like a fine idea, but then I start to think that if I do not even wear panties I cannot move very much and certainly not sit down. I therefore decide to put these on too. When reflecting a bit more over this I am awakened by my alarm clock.

Non-lucid Half lucid Lucid Other notes

Apparently someone had decided to do a remake on the Lord of the Rings movies and I watched a few fragments from those on a computer. The main story was still the same, but their length was much shorter and most of the characters were played by new actors (Although, Elrond seemed to be played by the same actor and I thought it was a bit weird that he would want to do almost the same thing once more...). Actually, some of the characters had even been replaced by others. Instead of Arwen there was a woman with long, red hair. I sat there watching the fragments of those movies while at the same time reflecting over those remakes. I was a bit annoyed and perplexed that so many remakes were made nowadays instead of completely new movies. However, at the same time I thought it was going to be very exciting to watch another interpretation of this story.

A bit later I had actually been transported into the world of those movies together with one or two other persons. However, those people were more in the background. In front of me was a wide, open landscape with a few broad paths. There were a large group of elves and humans, dressed in colorful clothes, marching on the path in the middle. I knew where they were going: To the sea to sail away in ships. At this point I started to become half lucid and realized that I could choose another path instead of following theirs. I told the "background people" who were with me this and then branched off to the right instead. However, this path did not go very far but stopped at a shed with a large wooden wheel and some other stuff outside. I then realized that maybe the main path was more interesting after all. I now became a bit more lucid and looked more closely at the marching elves and humans. I noticed that some of them were dressed in rather ridiculous ways, almost like circus performers. I soared above them now, sank towards them, but then soared higher again. I almost felt as if I was teasing them. When looking more closely at their faces I saw that a few of them looked as if they had a bad attitude. I was annoyed by this and thought that elves in those movies were supposed to look pleasant and serene and have a nicer attitude. I therefore grabbed one of the women closest to me and pressed her against the wall, as if to force her to become nicer and happier. This, however, did not work. Instead she seemed to become afraid and angry and was struggling. I believe I woke up shortly after this.