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I've been reading a lot about mnemonic memory techniques & came to the conclusion that for me I don't want a scripted list. Instead all throughout my day I look at things, especially ones with motion & say what color they are, what material it is made of & what motion it creates. Exp: Black fan, spins, has metal on it & then I visual the motion & possible other motions it stimulates in my brain.... WBTS method this morning & did not have a LD but I was thinking about my dream house & instead of dreaming about that I did dream of another house with many stairs & all of the ppl including myself had abilities & the colors & details of my dream were much sharper due to using my own technique.

Hello everybody^^

While I have not had that many lucid dreams I have years of experience trying to achieve them. I made this account solely for this post. All I seem to see over the internet is people recommending writing dreams down. Most of the time I couldn't read my hand writing, I had so switch on the lights thus becoming more awake than I wanted to be during the nights and it took ages. Now I use a pre-installed app on my phone to record my voice and deactivate the screen lock for faster access before going to bed. I also turn down the brightness and additionally use a screen filter.

This works wonders give it a try and don't hesitate to comment!!!

Today is 3/26/2015

No dreams recalled

Notes:

• Apparently, adjusting your sleep schedule messes with dream recall.
• Started adjustment phase to reach 11:00 P.M. - 6:30/8:00 A.M. Sleep schedule.
• Ok, I need practice with SSILD. I fell asleep on warmup cycle #1.
• Possibly need to adjust the length of WBTB.
• The volume on my alarm does a great job of gradually waking me up.
• It's going to take a week to adjust, isn't it?

I remember my dad had taken me to subway, and I was wishing he hadn't because he spent the entire drive home (20+ minutes) complaining about this mushroom flavored bread and was saying that it was good in a six inch but bad on a footlong because you would grow tired of the taste. I think my mom was in the car too and she tired to get him to stop complaining. The dream went on for a long while but was pants-poopingly boring.

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I was in the woods. (It felt like the woods behind my subdivision and it felt like it was.) I remember I kept picking up twigs and snapping them into little bits. I remember meeting this girl who wore a hijab. I was telling her about how me snapping sticks was a bad thing because it meant that I was too stressed to become properly lucid in my dream.

3...2...1...

NVM. I looked around and saw woods in every direction. I covered my eyes with my hands and told myself that when I re-opened them I would be on the beach. (I don't know why I tried this, my old-fashioned teleportation techniques almost never work.) But when I took my hands off of my head I was surprised to see that, although the woods in the immediate area was the same, I was now not far from the shore of a large lake, and across from the lake was my subdivision.

I ran towards the lake, and jumped when I reached the shore and kicked on my flying jets. I remember I sort of hovered there for a couple of seconds looking down at the water. I was hovering above it but my jets were causing the water to boil and creating a cloud of steam. Dream Logic told me that this was why so many of my dreams had fog in them. (Granted, this dream did meet the dream sign of it being overcast.) In fact, I think it was snowing. But the lake wasn't frozen.

I flew forwards towards my neighborhood. I remember I was flying very low over the water, and that was a problem because there was a large cinderblock wall. (Not there IWL, obviously. The lake isn't there IWL). I came within half a second of smacking face first into that thing before I managed to get flying to pull up higher than a few feet off the water. (Though it probably wouldn't have hurt me.) Internal logic told me that sometimes I can only fly below certain altitudes because my fire jets are pushing against the ground or water.

So I got over the wall and was now able to easily maneuver in every direction. I flew up, past my house and around. I made my way down the street. There was a school bus getting loaded up with kids. I remember thinking that I was probably dreaming of it because on Thursday, I was driving to college and got stuck behind a school bus. All the little kids were pretty impressed with my idea to shoot by on a column of fire.

It was then that it crossed me that I should do something other than just flying. I looked in the sky and saw the moon in the sky through a gap in the clouds. (The sky was weird, brighter than day, but darker than night, a sort of deep Indigo with a crescent moon directly above). I decided I should fly to the moon and try and land there without making a crater this time. I started flying towards it. I tried to get more power and only focus on the moon so that it would start getting bigger. But the moon didn't seem to be getting any closer. I then thought of the Task of the Month. I figured if I wasn't going to the moon, I could at least try that. I remembered that the goal was to create fire/ice in your hands. I looked down and saw that my feet were generating jets of flame, but my hands were not.

I did a 180 in the air and flipped around, creating flames in my hands and using those to propel me, essentially doing a handstand in the air. Just like with my feet, where my right side projects blue flame and my left projects orange, my hands apparently did the same thing. I then focused in on capturing the details. The flames didn't look all that spectacular, the colors seemed kind of washed out. (The whole dream had a color palate of blues and grays though.) But really projecting fire is nothing new to me. It has the sensation of sort of pushing your energy or chi down your arm and manifesting it as the flame, and you maybe feel a little heat on your hands or feet. I wondered why I was even bothering since march was almost over and there would be a new TOTM soon, but I could at least have wings for a couple days. Wings... Maybe that's a good TOTM for next time I thought to myself. Grow or Manifest wings in a dream.

Okay, but I want to do fire AND ice. I then focused on the right hand switching to projecting ice. The dream went third person as the blue flame changed into a puff of snowflakes, and with a jet of fire on only one hand I lost control and fell from the sky. Back to first person. I fell into the street head first. Thankfully the street cracked rather than my skull.

"Ass tits, not again!" (In retrospect that was a pretty stupid time to try and make ice.) Also why am I cursing 'not again'? This is the first time I've tried this. Something then fell off of the moon and would have landed on top of me if I hadn't rolled out of the way. It was a four-sided dice, with a circle, a five pointed star, a six-pointed star and a 12 pointed star on it. Marcus came over and was really excited because it was made of moon rocks and he wanted to study it.

Come to think of it, why do I always curse with 'Ass Tits' in Lucids? I should make it a dream goal to figure that one out...

25-03 Dream

I was in my house, it was an evening. Sister was watching tv. I was sitting near a table with a laptop. I turned around and saw an old man in black jacket and a young, blonde woman with glasses - probably an assistant of the old man. I asked him "Are you Sapkowski?" (writer of The Witcher) - he confirmed, looked at the laptop and said "You've gotten quite far!" I looked on the screen and saw that there was a witcher game turned on. Then he said "We'll see how you'll do this!" and turned on a strange mini-game. I had to click as quick as I can, and the witcher was dancing and singing about monsters. I did quite good job. The old man asked about one of his books, I replied "I've never readen any of these, but my pal did. He's quite big fan of your writings". He said that he must leave now and went away. I caught up with him and asked if I can make a photo with him, to which he replied - "No."

26-03

First dream

I escaped from the prison with others. We took over an important restaurant, where only important people ate. We waited for a judge that sentenced all of us to prison to appear. We took many guests, cooking like true masters and getting more and more cash. Other prisoners wanted to keep the restaurant and forget about the judge - I tried to persuade them to keep our current goal, but they didn't listened. With their leader I went to a freezer to fight with him.

Second dream

I was in some school, in the toilet. I was standing close to a mirror. I heard a voice "First they humiliated me, and then they killed me. I turn you into a monster, so you could fight these monsters back!". I looked into the mirror and saw that I have changed - my skin was gray and rotten, my teeth were rectangular and irregularly placed, my eyes were plain white and bulging out of eyesockets, I had a mushroom cap on top of my head. I knew where to look for them - a school trip that just went out.

I ran through school, nobody minded a mushroom-zombie man running around. I went out - it was a rainy, cold afternoon. I saw them walking on the sidewalk, but there was a priest with them. I decided to go another way and catch them later, but I only met the priest who lost his way. It was close to sewer canals. There was a way to the rest of the group through a flat, but priest didn't wanted to enter it. We tried to go through canals, but there were rumors of horrible, terrifying monster living in there. I tore planks of the platform over a maintenance tunnel of sewers and entered it.

Third dream.

I was on a strange island. With other leaders we were sitting close to a round table, dividing our loot between us. I wanted to take my share in diamonds, but one of the leaders told that he's not going to share his loot. We started arguing, I looked at the island and saw that it's mostly devoid of resources, except for one cliff where I could see mineral veins. I said "Either we divide and plunder or start a war, and we both know that this island is devoid of hematite!"

After we ended arguing, we started building our fortresses. I wanted to build my base in the mineral cliff, but just as I started, orcs build their base close to mine, claiming that we need to cooperate. All they did was disturb me in building my base.

I remember I was in some sort of tower and I was lucid. I went tried going downstairs but the I saw that everything was turning redish. One of my friends told me, "We shouldn't go down there, that's hell." I got frightened and turned and ran up the stairway and then I reached somewhere that was full of people, it seemed normal and ordinary, people were having fun.
Then a man came and shouted, "Dear people, I invite you all to my farewell ceremony." Since I was curious to see what this ceremony was, I accepted his invitation and so did alot of other people as well.

Then we went up some more stairs, then suddenly I entered some place that was bright and seemed familiar. Then the man spoke to us about how he died. in the end he told us that because we came to bid him farewell, he will grant one wish to each of us. Then the people went to him one by one asking him for things like god's blessing. Then I went up to him, and said, "If it's alright...I want to see my grand father again. Just one more time. Please?" (My grand father passed away long before I was born but I have seen him once in a dream when I was young. I knew what he looked like and sounded like through video tapes of him)

Then the man told me, "I can't bring people back to life...But I will bring him to you right now." "
I was so happy that I hugged the man and he hugged back. Then slowly I felt the man's body change, I looked at his face and instead I saw my grandfather. I started crying and hugging him even more tightly and then I woke up.

Night of March 26, 2016. Saturday.



Sometimes I think that if a dream ever rendered a setting correctly, without a feeling of bilocation, or indoor and outdoor ambiguity, or of a unique composite or changes in directional orientation or colors or other details, I would not to know what to think at all. In this dream, I am technically looking at my old family home in Cubitis yet with the idea it is our present home even though my dream occurs directly after falling asleep for a short time during a nap this night and I had not been inside that house since mid-1978.

Not only that, the Cubitis bathroom is an altered setting as it is. It is larger to where the west wall (where the doorway also is) is long enough for both a large squarish porcelain sink and a stove (with large oven) with four heating elements, both features on the door’s right (and the right of the stove being directly near the northwest corner, it seems). The setting remains in semidarkness (with no implied light source other than apparently the hallway light). I do not focus on the east side of the room at all - I am only ever aware of the basin and stove that are next to each other. (In reality, the sink, which was much smaller than the one in this dream, was on the north wall, near the northwest corner.)

Fire is one of my most common dream features second only to water. There have been other dreams of attempting to put out a stove fire with water. In this case, curiously enough, the fire starts from behind one of the stove’s dials (rather than a heating element or pan being on fire). The dial itself is extended horizontally outwards a bit more from the top of the stove than would be logical (or perhaps it pulled out a bit farther than intended) and the four dials are located beyond and behind the heating elements rather than above the oven.

Concerned about this event, I flip up both switches on the wall (which are next to me, immediately to the right of the door and above the sink) even though I am not certain about which direction (up or down) is on or off (as up was always “on” in places I lived in America, but in Australia, it sometimes varies even within the same house, though up is often “off”). I “know” that the switch on the right is for the stove and the left one is apparently for the hot water availability for the left faucet/tap (which of course is not realistic at all). Still, this is illogical enough to cause my dream self to become puzzled for a short time (though not lucid). Does the switch turn off the water completely or only the hot water?

I am able to fill a glass of water and throw it at the fire. It takes about three attempts before the fire is under control (even though it is only around the dial).

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Fire usually relates directly to growing conscious awareness within the dream state (and some fire dreams trigger lucidity), which seems validated by the concept of growing awareness of the light of day (including sunrise or dawn even though this dream was at night) as well as being “brighter” in clarity and perception. Awareness of fire seems to make a dream more vivid. As I put the fire out, my dream loses its vividness and I soon wake.

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I'm sitting at a long table, I think in a study area. Sitting to my left are two of my colleagues, Jermaine and Kyra. In this dream they are brothers and Kyra's hair is different from reality. It's more similar to Jermaine's hair. Jermaine has his phone or a similar device lying on the table, playing some soul music. I'm looking in their direction because in front of them on the table is a map, a bit like this. Something is telling me that it's a map of the city Hilversum, but I don't know why. It's only a partial map and (nearly) all the roads are oneway streets, all going to the bottom right of the map. Kyra is telling Jermaine a story related to food, about something that makes him hungry and that makes him eat well. Jermaine sees me looking at the map and thinks I'm looking at his phone. He asks me if I'm bothered by the music and tells me I can put something else on if I want. I tell him I'm ok with it.

At some point I'm seated in between two girls instead... I think. Perhaps it was one girl and one guy, but I think it was 2 girls. One of them is from a Spanish speaking South-American country, but I can't remember which one. I think it was either Colombia or Venezuela. We're talking a lot about random stuff. It turns out that something quite important (something similar to a phone) was actually invented in the girl's homecountry. There is something that the girl on my right doesn't know. Something which is quite common knowledge. I make fun of her for it. Near the end of the dream I'm thinking about how totally non-productive we're being, as we're supposed to be studying.

25/3/16:
Dream 1: I was flying Ohdaviing around in Skyrim, I somehow managed to summon him near Markath and then flew him around on the way to Skuldafn, with a huge cutscene; it was pretty cool.

Dream 2: I was at a conference/pageant thingy, sitting in a big row of folding chairs talking with a few people. I have forgotten a fair bit of detail about this as I rolled around when I woke up.

Dream 3: I was dodging around these red and blue people in slow mo, bouncing around like in a video game.

Fragment: I was on a plane.

I was driving around with weed and I felt like Eddie was there. Maybe I was driving him around or something. Anyways, I was trying to get home so I could smoke. Somehow I ended up parked outside of someone's house. Could have been my house from child hood. I was in the car with Grace trying to get her to smoke with me. Instead of calling her by her name I said "Hey Taurus!" because her sun sign is a Taurus. Think she got pissed at that. She gets pissed a lot.

Later on I ended up in the attic of the house I was parked outside of. I was concocting some kind of chocolate milk drink. I was pouring milk from one carton to another but I was transporting it using the cap and I had somehow transformed the cap into a cylinder... milk transporting device. All I managed to do was make a mess... a chocolate mess O.o hohoHOo.

Later I had to fall asleep in a blanket of eggs... Like the eggs were arranged in little slots on the blanket as if they were in an actual egg carton. I assumed I was supposed to incubate these eggs, as no other reality in which I fell asleep in a blanket of eggs made sense.

I had a false awakening and my dad left me a voice message that was radio transmitted. He was telling me how stressed he was and it was really eerie. His voice was stacked on top of itself many times... call it doppleganger voice. The number of voices stacked was related to the amount of stress he had. This was all associated somehow with quantities of rags.

D1 - dual world. When I travel at night down my parents garden I find a mirror world. With different parents etc.
I have a dinner with them
D2 - Working in a house/office people start to bug me at counter, I give them blue ID cards.
D3 - Searching for a house to buy in unpopular part of London, long commute.

D4 - Sentence ending is missing in another language. I work out it is Pleiades, in the dream it means happiness.
I don't remember its waking state meaning.
It imagine the Ankh sign becoming like a fish with its arms down swimming up my chakras. Then it takes normal form
balancing between my third eye.

I awake very serence and spaced out. Very peaceful

D₁-I see donnovan and go to give him a hug. He stops me saying he can't stay. I ask him why he can't and he just shakes his head, saying he can't. I get really upset and scrunch up my nose so I don't cry. Then I turn around so I can walk away and he pulls me towards him. He then holds my hand and apologizes aaying his name is James not Donnovan.

Dream skip

D₂-I'm at a club I think. I'm following some friends through a crowd whenever I see donnovan. He asks me where I'm going and I ignore him (was I mad at him?). He grabs my hand and I jerk away, he then picks me up bride-style and and starts carting me off saying that we need to talk. My friends take no notice.

Dream skip

D₃-At the movies with donnovan. Theres a cartoon or anime playing on the screen but I'm not really paying any attention to it. Donnovan's face is really easy for me to see for some reason. He's got really pale smooth skin, black curly (or maybe wavy) hair, green green eyes, and a mole or angel kiss on the side of his face. He leans in for a kiss which starts a mini make out session. He then tells me the night doesn't have to end. We walk to my car.

Dream skip

D₄-Some thing about a red dress.

Dream skip

D₅-In a room of some sort, can't really tell if its a bedroom or hotel room. The tv is on and I'm cuddled up to donnovan, he initiates another makeout session and moves down towards my neck. Sending chills and waves of a rather pleasurable sensation down my back. He takes of his shirt (damn the boy is built) and starts rubbing against me, I've got my hands around is neck and back. When I notice I can feel him. As in feel the warmth of his skin. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. I wakeup.

Preface:
Bed around 11pm. Coughing, sneezing and still dealing with allergy issues.
IRL, I had situations with crows:
Two crows swooped down on me(while I was in the car. One of them almost flew into my windshield/)..and a third blocked the road (cawing at another bird) while I was driving. People call them bad omens so I'll just post it here just in case.


DR 1

I was in a home with my two small nieces (ages 6 and 7). The 7 year old was in the shower. The 6 year old was upstairs in her room.
Someone invaded my home. I didn't hear them come in. A man and a woman both pointed their guns at me. The man told me not to move, and then said I may have something in my bra. The woman grabbed at my breasts and upon finding nothing just returned to her spot in the living room. They hear a noise from the bathroom. I started running towards the door and the couple tried to stop me, by pointing their guns at me. The man went towards the bathroom with the gun pointed out in front of him. I told him that my niece was in there- and asked him, "please don't shoot". My niece came out of the bathroom in a towel and ran towards me. She hugged me. I sat her down on the floor/couch? I started addressing the couple. I told them they needed to keep us alive. He scoffed at me and I started pleading my case. I do't really remember what it was.

The dream didn't start off with sheep but it was my favorite part. I was in a building where it was supposedly my home and there was a teacher present there who was going to show me how to care of a pregnant sheep. I found out the sheep was pregnant after caring for it a bit. I let the sheep lay down on my lap happy that it had to sleep over but than the teacher guided me telling me not to put the sheep on my lap.

I than let it lay on the floor and listened to the way the teacher told me to position myself. As I lay my head on the sheep and pet it I felt so content. It seemed like the sheep liked me too so it was a good bonding. However, next to me a boy accidentally got hit by a girl in his private area and had to go to the hospital the next day cause he got a infection from them taking care of him the wrong way.

As I was taking care of the sheep I was also told about a girl who got animals like beavers or something like them. The animal was pregnant and had like 50 babys. But she was apparently getting help from her brother. In the background I could hear her shouting to get them together.

Anyways after having such a wonderful moment with the sheep I went to care for three parakeets who were fighting and needed some love and attention. I ended up frightening them a bit though and tried to relax my hand so they could be calm. My old parakeets marisol and verano were in there too.

A doctor than came over with the little boy from earlier and I was wondering if he was ok. The doctor told me not to move the curtains than I woke. X3 Being with the sheep felt so real and awesome.:w: Now I want a sheep.

Another very long DILD saga with lucidity fading in and out. Whenever I'm in these long dreams and my lucidity peaks, I make mental notes about what has happened so far, so that I can recall it all when I wake. I think that's why I can remember so much. Its also why the narrative still seems to flow continuously, with callbacks to previous elements, even as the scenes tend to morph abruptly in their superficial features.

School of Orwell

I am in my childhood bedroom. I intuit that it is before school on a Tuesday morning, and that I missed school on Monday so I will need to catch up. My mother enters and scolds me about missing school. She puts a delivery box on my desk. I argue with her a bit, trying to assure her that it's no big deal. Really, I just want her out of my room. She leaves.

I open the box. Inside I find the parts for an electronic device that needs to be assembled. I skip the instructions and just start fastening pieces of plastic with the nuts and bolts. When I complete the thing, it looks a bit like the head of a guitar. It is tapered at one end with two rows of adjustment knobs along the sides. On the flat face, I spot four buttons. Looking at the instructions, I learn that this thing was provided by and required for school. It's a pedometer, but it also tracks how you use your time. That's what the four buttons are for. Each student is to push the button to correspond to their current school activity and it all gets tracked and analyzed by the school. (I think of how terribly Orwellian this idea is; and then immediately lament how close our reality is to that Orwellian dystopia.)

Reluctantly, I push the button labeled "Channel 6: Normal school activities" and put the device in my pocket. I start filling my pockets with other things. When I pick up a pair of pliers and a kitchen knife, I realize I shouldn't be bringing those to school. I stumble out the door awkwardly, my pockets overflowing with trinkets. I trip and fall. Hello, carpet.

Before the Goddess

I look up. I'm no longer in my house. I'm in a college dorm hallway and right in front of me is the neighboring room. The door is open and inside I see The Girl Next Door In Red. She is a sort of proto-Goddess character from long ago, although I don't make that connection in this moment. She is getting dressed. Her girl parts are covered by matching red underwear, but I can see everything else. I must have a goofy stare on my face. Her eyes catch mine, but she isn't upset. She acts a little embarrassed but then she starts teasing me, posing as she slowly pulls on her jeans.

Still on the floor, I notice the school tracking device has spilled out of my pocket and broken in front of me. The Girl Next Door steps over me and continues on down the hallway. She looks back at me over her book bag and gives me a look like: You'd better hurry up if you're going to catch me. I fumble with the device, trying to re-assemble it quickly. As I work at it, a cat wanders in from the left and sits right in front of me. He (or she?) has a dark coat with a few flecks of brown and orange. The cat looks at me and raises his paw.

Amused, I address the cat: "Do you have a question?"

The cat doesn't speak, but I understand his communication. From his body posture, I sense that he is concerned about something. I sense him say: "Will there not be any cheating, this time?"

"No. No cheating." I don't know what the cat might mean, but my reflex was to say whatever to relieve his concern. The cat looks down the hallway and that reminds me that I was going somewhere. I follow his eyes down the hallway, but the scene has changed again.

I Never Bluff

I am in the living room of one of my adult friends, Benjamin. Well, now the presence of the cat makes a little more sense. I intuit that I was invited along with some others to have dinner with Ben and his wife. I'm still holding the school device though. It seems now that it belongs to Ben and he is asking me to assemble it for him to save time.

I start to have some fun with him: "I would gladly put this together... if you can compensate me for my time."

"You want to get paid?" He thinks a moment. "How about a free dinner..."

I retort: "No, you already offered me a free dinner and I accepted. This is a separate deal. I get paid, or I walk."

Ben gives me a bizarre look, like I'm taking the joke too far. What he doesn't know is that I'm not joking. I don't want to be here so I'm looking for clever way to leave. "Alright," he says, calling my bluff. "There's the door."

I pick up and leave without a second thought. Now then, where was I going... oh right, school.

Back to School

I cross the street away from Ben's place, enter a building, and I find my way onto the elevator. Scanning the faces, I don't spot The Girl Next Door but I do recognize some people from high school. We are riding this elevator up to our first period math class. The elevator stops a few times and more students enter. It's quite crowded now. They are complaining about math. One of the people to enter is Anne, who is also based on a real person, but not from high school. What is Anne doing here... I conjure some false memories. Yes, Anne would have had math first period, but I wasn't in her class.

I groan to my friends that I'm going to the wrong class. And I missed school the previous day and don't remember my schedule. I make eye contact with Anne and she smiles at me. Ah! How I wish I was in Anne's class so I could talk to her more.

I ask a question toward the whole group, but I'm hoping Anne will answer. "What did I miss yesterday?"

Anne doesn't reply. Instead, in the crowd I detect the voice of The Girl Next Door In Red. She is on the elevator after all. She explains that class was interrupted by a group of guys setting off the fire alarms. Other people chime in to fill in the details. Apparently, a group of "999's" had climbed up the fire escape and entered the building. "999" means they may be mentally ill. I remark how strange that is. But the conversation returns to the fact that I'm not in their same class this period, and I don't remember which class I should be in.

"Don't you take German first period?" suggests one guy on the elevator.

"No, I don't take German but everyone thinks that. If I did take a language it would be Danish..." I trail off. Oh, I remember what class I should be in: History. I push the button to stop the elevator on the next floor. I give one last glance toward Anne. To my surprise, she has pushed through the crowd to stand next to me.

She speaks: "Hey, I wanted to ask you a question." But before she can continue, she becomes aware of the crowd gawking at us. Everybody knows Anne has a boyfriend, so it doesn't look too good that she's whispering with me. She loses her nerve and turns away.

The elevator stops and I exit onto a fire escape. It's a rickety metal staircase that doesn't feel very safe. I have to go down about 10 stories. It's only wide enough for one person, but there are a few guys climbing up. So we have to be very careful passing each other. Then I remember my classmates talking about people sneaking in via the fire escape. I get nervous. Maybe these guys are the 999's. I even have a heated exchange with one of them. I forget the exact words, but he was upset and I tried to be nonchalant so just get past him. This succeeds and I am happy that I avoided the situation without fighting.

"Maybe"

I am nearing the ground floor, just a couple stories to go. I look out and see that the area in front of me looks like a circus tent and inside I see rows of metal railings, like the zig-zag lines at an amusement park to wait for a ride. I spot Anne down below, just about to enter the tent. Huh, maybe we are in the same class after all. I call to her. "Anne! Hey! Hey, what did you want to ask me?!"

Anne turns and spots me. She seems puzzled at why I am on the fire escape. And she's a bit embarrassed at the situation. But she shouts back: "I -- I wanted to ask if you wanted to go see a movie tonight!"

Oh, nice. But, no. Anne has a boyfriend. Or maybe that's over? I'm conflicted. I yell "Maybe!" This is not well received. She seems hurt because it sounds like I'm rejecting her. I am begin honest though. I want to go with her, but I don't know if I can considering that this dream has been so topsy-turvy already. To reassure her, I adjust my response: "I mean: Definitely maybe!" I try to detect if her reaction improves, but I can't tell as she turns away and into the circus tent. Damn. I might have messed that up.

History

I hurry down the rest of the stairs. I enter the tent. It is indeed my History class. I recognize my teacher. Instead of desks, there's rows for standing, separated by metal rails. I scan the room for Anne but don't find her. Class is about to begin, so I choose a spot near the middle and front. To my pleasant surprise, just as the bell rings, Anne takes the last available spot, which is right in front of me. The cat is here too, wandering between the students and rubbing against their legs.

The teacher starts lecturing. He begins by explaining the tracking devices that we were given. He checks that everyone assembled theirs. He then distributes a new textbook, which is received with groans. He also circulates a roll of clear plastic, like Saran wrap. The students tear off a sheet and adhere it to the front of the textbook to protect it. The roll doesn't get to me. Instead, to my left I recognize another familiar face from my waking past, Justin. He tears off a sheet and hands it to me. I put it on my book crooked. I tear off the stray corners and roll them into a ball. Like a basketball, I shoot this ball of trash toward a trashcan next to the teacher's desk. But it looks like a toilet seat. My ball lands and sticks on the rim. Damn. Another near miss.

Justin and I spend the next few minutes trying to get the trash to fall into the bowl. As the teacher paces back and forth, we have a few opportunities to act behind his back. In fact, the whole class is goofing off whenever the teacher's back is turned. We try a few different things. Blowing. Throwing more trash to try to tip it in. Finally, Justin pulls out a yardstick and extends it to reach. Just in time before the teacher notices.

Phew. With that little secret mission a success, I am now emboldened. I turn my attention back to Anne in front of me. I don't see her face, but I move closer to her and put my hands on her waist. Then I slide them down to her hips. I pull her body closer to me. I smell her hair. I breathe down her neck. I can feel her arousal trembling through her body.

Happy Endings

My revery is broken when the teacher slams his textbook shut. I am startled, but it seems that class is over and nothing more. The teacher walks into a back room and gone for good. The lights dim and the students relax. But we all remain in our rows. It seems the next class is beginning. The lighting turns to stage lights in many colors. They start flashing and music starts playing like we're in a dance club. The new teacher walks in. It's an attractive young woman, but older than the students. She wears a low-cut sequin dress that ends above her knee. I try to determine the color of her dress and of her hair, like I always do for dream characters, but the flashing colored lights make it impossible.

This new teacher starts lecturing but we can hardly understand with the loud music. Anne is no longer in front of me. I look around and see her a couple rows behind and to my right. Why did she move? We make eye contact but she doesn't smile or indicate anything. Hmm. There's a new group of people in front of me. The class has almost doubled in size. I don't recognize any of these new students.

More time passes. I don't remember it all; it was a blur of light and pounding music. I recall the cat returned yet again. And now there's a second cat, although it looks more like a sock puppet. I pet them both. Then a second teacher enters under the spotlights at the front of the class. It's another young woman. She is completely naked. She has fair, but not pale skin and blonde hair. There lecture is something about "happy endings." I am amused that they might either be talking about narrative structure or "massage therapy."

The nude and the other sexy teacher start dancing. It's sort of a jig as they face each other. Their bodies bounce in all the right places and I savor the view, but it is only in glimpses through the crowd in front of me. Now they turn to the class, still dancing. It seems they want everyone to join in, but no one is brave enough to be the first. I recall my intention to act rather than watch. I fly up over the crowd and descend onto the dance floor. I get a very good look at these two beauties. I look them up and down, trying to decide whether I prefer the nude or the dress. I notice their legs and watch for a while, trying to learn the dance steps. I start imitating their steps. They both smile at me, proud that I've caught on. They both approach closer to me and our dance becomes very sexy. The rest of the crowd follows and it's quickly a mob of bodies, pairing off and dancing this odd jig. I reach my hand for the nude's buttocks and give a squeeze. But just as I do, she pairs off with someone else and dissolves into the crowd.

I am left with the girl in the sequin dress. She gets in really close to me and now we're feeling each other up instead of dancing. She whispers seductively to me, recalling the lecture: "Is it time I taught you about happy endings?" We stumble through the dance mob to the edge and find a corner of the room. I pin her back against the wall and kiss her deeply. I feel her body and she moans. I lift the skirt of her dress and thrust into her. Her eyes roll back in pleasure. I am also overwhelmed with pleasure, but I feel most glad that she feel good too. I thrust more and we both look down. It's not the center of my attention but in my peripheral vision, I finally determine the color of her dress. It's orange.

I wake. Wow, that was long. And indeed a happy ending. Quickly though, as I try to organize my recall I remember that I was supposed to meet Anne for a movie. Could I DEILD back and finish that too? I consult my body. No, it's too late. So I just try to sort out the order of events. I feel some tinges of nostalgia and remorse. Before that I was looking for The Girl Next Door In Red. And I was kind of a jerk with Ben. And how long has it been since I saw Justin? Or had any dream that took place in a school? I take it all in and let it just be wonderful in all its complexity.