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An airplane drives in and stops, the door opens. A man says that there is something wrong with the plane. He then accuses another on, who is inside, of not sealing the door properly. Looking from the outside, the door looks rusty, I’m not sure it’s possible to seal it airtight.

I’m at a hospital, sitting in a waiting room. There is a boy sitting opposite to me. He seems completely healthy and I ask him what’s wrong. He says he has prosthetic limbs, and they are just for testing and need to be removed. He shows me his hand, where the surface has been degrading and the machinery is visible. As I look the arm starts degrading, turning into dust and falling apart. So does his other arm, and both legs. I run to the personnel to alert them. When I come back with them the boy is lying on the couch, with no arms and legs, and appears dead.

I only remember being at a conference. I know the dream had some sort of a story, but cannot remember it. It's possible it wasn't very logical. Something to do with the work I'm doing.

First

I’m playing a game on a football field with my brother and a group of friends. I’m the goal keeper, but I seem to be doing all kinds of other things. The point is to get a small towel into the goal and there are several of them in the field. I sometimes take one and throw it somewhere far away. There is always a lot of people at the goal fighting for the towels.

Second, lucid

This dream had the feel of a certain kind of dream I’ve had many times, where I’m running away from someone, trying to loose my tail. In these dreams I’m a bit more lucid than usual, and able to jump really high. This time, though, it never really started. It’s funny that in the beginning of the dream I try to get to the place I then should be running from, without any apparent goal.

I might have been awake just before getting lucid, there is a clear disconnect in the dream. I should of course have tried stabilizing and take it more slowly.

I’m close to my family house, kind of circling around it on a road. I want to see if I can get in without being seen. I go towards the house trough a forest at the back. I approach a couple of times from different angles and then proceed to walk trough the yard. The dream seems to skip and I’m inside the house. I know I've been seen and want to get out. I’m leaving trough the back and suddenly know that I’m dreaming. I fly upward and hit the ceiling, but cannot go trough it. I say out loud “I’m dreaming” two times. It sounds a bit tired, but comprehensible. Then I’m awake and not sure if I actually said it out loud.

First

I’m going to some gathering, don’t remember what. It’s on the other side of a long building, but instead of circling around it I go inside, up to the third floor, trough a corridor with glass walls and down on the other side. I seem to know my way. Later in the evening, there might have been a non-dreaming period here, I’m going back. The way I came out of the building doesn’t seem to exist anymore. I try climbing the fire escape to get to the third floor, but it doesn’t help. There’s someone with me now, and we have to go around.

Second

A friend of mine has a new girlfriend. They are with us in the beginning of the dream but go on a date and I go somewhere with N. The dream jumps to when we come back. The girlfriend is on a date with someone else now. She doesn’t want to talk with us, just goes away. I get the impression she’s not interested in my friend anymore.

I'm teaching programming to someone. I only remember the computer screen, nothing else was visible in the dream. First I go trough a part of code and then he starts writing something. When I see what he's writing I tell him that there is a function that already does that, so he could just use it.

I woke up after this and had to go to the bathroom. I'm not really even trying WILDs but since I had woken up, I didn't wan't to waste the change. It didn't work, any better that in the evening, though. It was probably too late in the morning, I was almost completely awake.

I’m on a subway train on a bridge. I see a valley from the window, and there are people sleeping in groups of three. It kind of looks like they’d had tents in the evening but that they were blown away by storm or something. But they haven’t noticed and are sleeping peacefully.

First

I'm at a large house in the countryside, a camping center. The others are mostly males between 20 and 30 years. For some reason I get locked in a barn with small group. The rest have something against us. I tell everyone I have a plan and light a candle. I escape trough a loose board in the wall. The candle is useless, it's daytime, and I blow it out. Then I go around the back, hiding behind things. I think someone sees me but they don't care. All the others have gather around a hill and are discussing some arrangements at the camp. They're talking about hiring a new handyman.

Second

There are some ethereal creatures and they are leaving this world trough a portal. I'm not one of them, I'm just watching. One stays behind for some reason. She has and emotional connection to this world. Another one comes, a male, and he finds her. He talks her into coming with him, but apparently this take years and in the meantime they fall in love. She still doesn't want to leave completely, but he tells her that they can come back ones in a while, but they can only live here for a thousand years at a time. I wonder how they could hide their identity if they live a thousand years.

Third

I'm returning home, walking by the road in a residential area. The houses don't look familiar, even though this should be my road. I notice the backside of my building on the other side of the block, I've taken the wrong road. I walk trough a yard to a back door. I briefly wonder if my keys will fit, since my apartment is actually on the other side, but I do get in. Something wrong on the first floor, there are people talking about it. I go up to my apartment. I'm interested in what the trouble was but decide to change my shoes before going back, I'm wearing hiking shoes and they are pretty heavy. There are things lying around in the apartment, I've left in a hurry, and I start cleaning them up.

Fourth

I'm in a gallery with small boutiques all around. There is a coffee place and a couple of clothing stores. I woman decides to buy something from a small bakery. I try to decide if I want to get something. There is a third person there, a man, who might know me, but not very well.

A bit more luck with recall this time. Remembered to do a mnemonic trick and remind myself to remember my dreams in the morning. For some reason I haven't done this for a few nights.

It’s either Christmas or new year’s. I’m walking towards my parents place. The others are coming in the morning, and I’m thinking we are probably just going to watch a movie and go to sleep. There are weird lights in the sky, one long horizontal one and three shorter vertical ones. As I watch the horizontal one moves to the left and I figure it’s and airplane. The other three are lights from the city. It’s winter and there’s snow. Down the road I see some kids shooting fireworks. They run away before I get there.

I arrive to my destination. There are some presents I’ve forgotten to give some of my friends. The names on the boxes are chinese. It’s too late now, and I open one of them, with French cheese in it. There is some blue cheese in the middle and I try to avoid it. I take a piece of one of them. It transforms into a piece of cake while I’m eating.

I go out and there’s a party going on. There are a lot of people standing in an open area and talking, and there’s some food. I talk to one of them and N goes in to get something. Some folky music starts to play and I sing along a the first two lines as people start dancing. I’m going along untill N reminds everyone to “do the thing with the hands”. Everyone but me seems to know what this means and do add some hand thing to the dance. I have no idea what this is about so I’m not dancing anymore.

Still not much luck with recalling the dreams. However there is something I remember very well. Yesterday I emptied the trash but didn’t replace the bag. I remember seeing it replaced in a dream. In the dream I notice the bag and think that somebody else must have replaced it. In the morning I noticed that nobody had.

Since that more lucid dream I haven't been able to remember almost anything. There is just this one small fragment from last night.

I'm updating something on my computer, running the update script. Something doesn't work right and there's a lot of red text on the screen. I think there's something wrong with the update, not the script.

I don't really remember that much from the last two nights, but I know there were at least some short dreams. Maybe I've been exerting myself.

All I remember is telling someone, or musing myself, about fabrication technology. This is connected to a cast-iron table and a copy made by more modern methods, that I saw during the day. I'm explaining how adding structure and air pockets inside the designs reduces material costs and make the object more durable.

I was thinking about dreaming for a while without falling asleep. I tried following my breath and counting it by saying "this is a dream" on each breath.

First

I loose consciousness. I find my self in a room a moment later. I'm clearly more lucid than usually, although I do not clearly understand that I'm sleeping. I try flying, or floating upwards. First i just float a bit and stop. I gather my concentration and float trough the roof to another appartement, and on all the way to the top floor.

I stop in the top floor because I cannot imagine what going trough the foor would be like. I'm only dimly aware that I'm dreaming. I try jumping from the floor and pushing myself up using a windowstill and a bookshelf, but I always stop at the ceiling. I think I should go outside if I want to get higher.

I see someone on the balcony, apparently the owner of the appartment. I hope he doesn't see me. I'm not quite sure anymore how it was that I got the ability to fly, and think that I might be an invisible ghost. He sees me, though. Try to go out trough the balcony door, but he comes towards me. I hide in a small room and lock the door, but there is another door that opens to the balcony, and he opens it.

The man says something and I tell him I can show him something cool. I take his hand and jump of the balcony. He falls on his back four floors below and I land next to him. I try flying upwards again, and rise above the rooftops.

I land a bit farther away and try again. This time I cannot fly very high, but putting my hand forward like the Superman helps me fly forward quickly. There is a store in the second floor and I wonder about this.

Second

I take a kid to a daycare and talk with the people there for a while. I go outside to do something, don't remember what, and come back. The daycare workers have some sort of a filosophy that they like to explain to everyone. I don't feel like talking about it too much, that kind of people get upset too easily. Instead I walk around and look at the interesting decor the daycare.

First

I’m in my room. My family is in the house but I’m upset for some reason. It might be that they are not eating the food I made. I’m playing some game on my bed. Y comes in to bring me a drink. He puts the bottle on the bed and I say that if he puts it there it will spill. He does and it spills. I put it on the floor.

Second

I’m in a large building, probably a university. I find my way trough the hallways to the other side, where there is a seminar, I guess. I have my computer with me and it starts making a sound. I can’t make it stop and don’t want to go to the seminar with it disturbing everybody, so I go take it back to my room.

I’m at a small grocery store. If I remember right, the owner doesn’t let me in at first, because the store is closed. I get in and get the things I need. There are two lines, both very long. I choose one. Another lane opens and people pour in, me being a bit late. The new line remains the shortest though, and I move over there. I get to the checkout and the cashier is the owner. As he check my things another customer comes and asks about a hair growth product. The owner, jokingly, says that it costs 30 euros – per hair. The customer starts counting his strands of hair, but is unable to count them all and gives up. The cashier checks the rest of my stuff. There are fruit, vegetables and a few colorful boxes of things. They are all pretty small.