Mydera

Dream Open: I open my eyes, and find that I am waking up on a hill with a cliff that over looks a pale yellowish brown building (it was slightly orangish too, but looked old and like it was made of some sort of stone.) I'm thinking about dreams, and I wonder why I don't remember having one before I woke up. Then I wonder if I'm in one now? I jump to see if I can fly, I can! I must be dreaming, but the full scope of it doesn't really hit me so I don't get very excited. I fly in a big circle over the building and the hill and there's a river below as well as a city. I wake up before I can do anything else. Not sure that I was fully lucid, I mean I knew I was in a dream, but I wasn't hit with that epiphany that I can do whatever I want to :/

Dream Two: I wake up in front of a house that I recognize as my own even though it doesn't look like my normal house. It looks more like a house I'd build in the Sims when I start a legacy game. It's a small square, with no windows, only a door. It's so small, that there's only a couple to three feet on either side of the door before the corner of the building! I notice there are some round looking trees nearby too, planted in rows. Ray and DJ from the cartoon band "Your Favorite Martian" are spray painting the brick on my house. They don't look like cartoons though, Ray looks like himself, and while I've never seen the guy that DJ is modeled after I assume he looks like he would in real life. (My subconscious must love Ray, all I have to do is hear his voice when my husband watches his videos or have youtube popup a "recommended for you" video with his face on it and he's in my dreams ) They are spray painting American flags on either side of my house, but they are claiming that it shows my support of gay pride, lol. The flags are outlined in white, and they're spray painting the red lines in, they haven't gotten to the blue square or the stars yet. I yawn and feel like I had a great nap, and thank my lucky stars I'm not as sleepy as I have been and hope my insomnia is gone if I was able to nap outside near a couple of guys spray painting. (Little do I realize I'm freaking asleep right then, no wonder I felt well rested! ha ha) I walk through the trees, and on the other side of them is a road, I cross it, and suddenly I'm looking at a super tall brick building that I assume is a store or a fire station. The neighbor's kid is there, and he's spray painting an American flag on the side of that building, and his progress mirrors that of Rays on my house. Suddenly the dream logic kicks in, and I assume I had it wrong, it wasn't Ray and DJ painting my house, it was the neighbors kids painting the fire station! I tell the kid he'd better stop, that even if it was a pretty picture, it's still considered vandalism because that's a public property and not his own house. He starts freaking out (his dad's a cop, lol) and then I tell him he can probably wash it off. I go back home, I'm not really interested in helping him clean up after his stupid mistake, I'm not that nice. I go inside my house, and it's bigger on the inside than it looks. I see my grandma, and tell her that I saw the neighbors kid spray painting the fire station. Then I tell her how I told him to wash it off or something. She tells me those kids never had any sense or brains, and I agree. Then I'm zooming out above the house and the trees have moved, which I find odd, but I'm still zooming out into blackness. I wake up, but just go back to sleep instead of taking notes not like me at all, ha ha. I didn't even remember to try to DEILD.

Dream Three: I know there was some to the begging of this that I can't remember The earliest point I remember, I'm running through some buildings with a woman in her forties or fifties. She's thin for that age, but she has some telling wrinkles that prove her age and hard years. Her hair is long and black, but not fancy or done or anything. She's wearing black dress pants and a blazer over a white button up shirt. Her shoes are black high heeled boots and she's only got on gold earrings and lipstick, not a lot of jewelry or makeup or anything. She's explaining to me that when two people of the same magic capacity collide, it'll be the slower one who absorbs not only the impact the opponent aims at them, but also the impact of their own magic aimed at the opponent. Then she tells me when I attack I need to be the fastest. I find this all very familiar (and later remember it's from the Manga I was reading last night, "Zetsuen no Tempest") I find myself going through the motions like it's a memory not like I'm doing it for the first time, of trying to throw magic from my hands at her. I miss, and she keeps running. I'm not trying to hurt her, she's teaching me and this is practice. I see something from the corner of my left eye. it's a guy leaping from some stairs on a fire escape, also chasing the woman. He's faster than me, and turns around a corner and I see a flash of white. I get around the corner and he's on the ground clutching his stomach. He wasn't fast enough. The lady is standing over him and offers him her hand to help him up. He takes it, and tries to play it cool as soon as he seems I'm around the corner too. The lady starts walking now, not running, and telling us we're not fast enough. Apparently I'm lucky I was so slow I missed her, because if I'd been just a bit faster and hit her, I'd have gotten the recoil from her magic and my own attack and been on the ground like Kay. I think it's odd she's calling him Kay, and I look at him for a minute. Something's really familiar about him, and I can't figure out what it is that's nagging me about him (If you follow my dream journal, you should know without this description, ha ha). He's got messy blond hair that's just past his ear, not really long, but by no means short. He looks like he's probably 21 or 22, but the way he carries himself with confidence I wonder if he's older and just looks younger. I focus on his black clothes for some reason, and then decide of course he looks familiar, we're training together, I should know him! (Dream logic strikes again!) we all three cross the street, and the guy starts walking up the side walk, but the woman cuts through a cemetery towards a church. I start to follow her, but a woman calls out behind me, "Hey B, what are you doing in the cemetery? You don't belong there!" I turn around to see another middle aged woman wearing some pretty old looking clothes, like she's too poor to buy new ones kind of thing. They're thread bare and faded from over washing, but no holes. I try to tell her I'm following my mother, even though in the dream I know the woman I'm following isn't my mom but I don't think I'm supposed to let on that she's my teacher either. The lady yells back at me, "There ain't nothing in that there cemetery but ghosts!" I turn to motion to the woman I was following, but she's changed form completely! She now looks like Harriet Tubman. I'm completely blown away how she's changed not only her face, clothes, race and age, but she's also almost see through!! She winks at me and says, "How do you think I get around without being noticed? People will ignore what they think is a ghost because they don't want to see one!" I can't become a ghost, so I decide to follow the guy instead, I'm sure he knows what we're supposed to do next. I run up the wide walk after him, but by now I'm a considerable distance behind him. He crosses a busy four lane road, and opens the door to a litle shop. I start to follow, but stop in horror when a little girl around 2 or 3 runs out the shop door when he opens it and towards the road. He grabs her JUST in time to keep her out of the road. But then, a little boy probably 6 or 7 runs out the door too and the guy can't grab him because his hands are full with the little girl. The boy trips, and falls, and without thinking I run up and grab him and jump into the middle turning lane before the traffic can hit us. He's skinny, so he weighs a lot less than my son, and I can easily carry him and bounce him a bit while I say "shhhhh, I got you, your not going to get hit buddy! You really shouldn't run out into the street like that!" He's got some scratches on his leg, and I decide to carry him inside and clean his scratches. Kay holds the door open for me, and thanks me for saving his brother. A n older lady, probably in her mid 40s is in the shop. She's wearing flashy purple clothes, she's heavy set, and wearing all kinds of gaudy jewelry with makeup caked on her face. Her eyes are sharp, they give the impression that she's watching my every move, sizing me trying to decide if I'm friend or foe and if foe, how to attack most effectively. She thanks me in a condescending tone for rescuing the kid, and tells me that he'll be fine now. I tell her he's scratched up, so I'd like to make sure he's cleaned up before I leave, I don't want the kid to get an infection or anything. She tells me she'll clean him up, but he seems scared of her, so I tell her I will do it before I leave just to be sure, then ask where the bathroom is. She starts to say something, but a little girl speaks up, "There's no water in the bathroom. We ran out." I look up at Kay who has yet another kid in his lap (there must have been five kids in this place, lol) and he shakes his head, "There was water when I left, but sometimes we do run out." The woman clicks her tongue and then says, "Well, since your here, why don't you stay for dinner?" I nod, but instead of talking to her, I whisper to Kay, "Wait, don't you need a mask or something?" (this was a reference to a book I just got called "Masque of the Red Death" Not the original story, but a modern authors attempt to turn it into a teenage love story set in the future.) He looks confused and says, "No?" then I'm distracted by this black rods that fly up and are hoovering around my head. They're a flat black metal, about the width of a pocky stick, but about ten inches long with a single black feather at the top of them. They're floating slightly slanted like a "/" Confused at what they are, I reach my hand up and start to touch one. When my hand gets close, the rod starts swirling quickly, orbiting my hand like it's very excited or something. I extend a finger, and when I touch the rod it's like whatever force was making it seem alive was gone and it just dropped to the floor like the inanimate object it was. there are three more still floating, and I do the same to each of them. I'm mystified, but the woman looks unhappy. Kay grabs my elbow and pulls me to another room where a table is set and he's saying something about needing to hurry so I can get home before my family misses me. The woman asks where I live, but I can't remember so I don't know how to tell her. In my awkward silence, Kay says, "She lives kind of far away so she needs to hurry." The woman is not happy about this answer, but she can't really press further and still keep her semi-nice act up, so she doesn't. Instead, these giant wooden butterflies with wing spans two feet long fly into the room. There are three, and they're beautiful blue and black with rounded wings. I reach up for butterfly to touch it, curious how it's flying without any cords or anything. When I try to touch the first one it suddenly flaps it's wings quickly and flies about three feet before crashing lifelessly to the floor. I try the second, and again when my hand gets close it flaps away quickly then crashes lifelessly, this time hitting the wall. I apologize for having it crash into the wall, and say I should probably stop before I break something. But the last butterfly looks so calm and collected, I can't help trying to touch it to. It does the same, but crashed like a dive bomb straight at the lady! She dodges it and glares at me. I apologize, and say I should really go home. Kay stands up offering to walk me out. When we get to the door something clicks and it finally hits me this is a dream and who he is. I lean up on my tip toes and start to kiss him, but he shakes his head ever so slightly motioning his eyes towards the woman in the other room as if to say I shouldn't kiss him in front of her. Instead I wrap my arms around his neck in a big hug and whisper to him, "Your not Kay, Your name is Kurasawa." He whispers back, "I know. I don't know why in this dream you think my name was different." Then the whole dream faded into blackness. I rolled over to go back to sleep, but my husbands alarm chose that moment to go off. After two hours of trying to go back to sleep, I got up and wrote this all out, hoping I can sleep afterwards!

Now, for those who are still confused about who the DC was! I have a re-occurring dream character that I've been calling "K" in my dream journal entries... his name in my dreams is actually Kurasawa. He's actually the reason for me looking into lucid dreaming, when he first started appearing a year ago he told me on a couple of different occasions that, "This is your dream, I'm just along for the ride." He would also push me to question why things in the dream were the way they were. I'm going to start using his name in my dreams because apparently calling him K here is bleeding over into my dreams and confusing me. There's really no reason to call him just K anyways, I was just keeping with conformity of never using actual names, lol. And though is name is Japanese, he doesn't look it at all. I'm pretty sure the name was just my brain being over influenced by all the Anime and Manga I partake of If that explanation's not enough for you, there's more on Kurasawa here: 2-8-11, Important dreams from the past: K's Original Dream - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views