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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.

1. I remember I was lying down on a bed in a hospital, then suddenly I became lucid. That's when I decided to go and continue my search for my dream guide but as I attempted to get off the bed, a doctor came in through the door and tried to stop me from leaving but before he could do anything, I opened the window beside my bed and flew out side, as I was flying I was slowing losing my lucidity. I remember vividly that I kept telling myself 'to stay lucid'. Then I fell on to the ground and I lost my lucidity and the dream scape changed.

2. Afterwards I was in a mansion of some sort? (I don't remember clearly) But I remember telling a dwarf to send a message to someone I knew and people were coming in and out of a portal.

The dream started with some boy who would always steal the pies that my mom left in the window. We drew the line when we caught the boy, (who was about middle school aged and wore an orange hoodie.) We drew the line when he stole a basketball from our front yard.

We (me and my mom) followed him back to his house and talked with his parents. He aged back to toddler-age and thew a tantrum. Anyways she offered us to sit down and have a drink and decided that since her son had been bad, he could get out of his punishment if he essentially waited on us for the afternoon to make up for his bad behavior. He brought us sodas.

We became friends with the family and they decided to let us take a trip on their boat. I remember this also had something to do with the fact that the neighborhood was flooded because of spring rain.

Someone mentioned that the current flowing out was because of the unusual amount of rain that we had this spring and that we could expect to see more currents in the flooded area, as well was waves that were as much as 15 feet tall. Sure enough at that moment, a huge wave came barreling towards us, rising, preparing to break right where I was. The boat disappeared and I was left standing knee deep in water.

I frantically threw my hand over my nose and started nose plugging but it took me a few seconds to recognize that I WAS breathing and therefore had the 'dreaming' result. Okay. I turned my attention to the wave. I put my hands out in front of me and slowly spread them apart. I said something like 'Wave Cancellation!'. The wave began to bend (The effect of this was really cool, I remember the wave was very realistic compared to the rest of the dream world), creating a large circular portal that would allow me to pass through the wave. Just when I stopped, this tiny water ball formed in the middle of the hole.

I heard a sound like water going down a drain but on much bigger. Sort of like *SHLOOOMP!* *gurgle* *BANG!* The water ball exploded into a new wave, three times the height of the original.

"Oh, ass tits" (very annoyed)

The wave passed over me and I was underwater. It had no affect on me except it caused the dream to begin to fade out. I remember focusing on the fact that I could still breathe and willing the dream to change to something else, but instead it just faded out.

I False Awakened. I was looking through Trick-or-Treat candy. I remember there was candy that had fun facts about 'Avatar the last airbender' printed on it somewhere. I was trying to find it, supposedly so I could perfect my Waterbending in LDs. I remember all of my trick-or-treat candy was M&Ms. Most of them had already been opened/eaten. I then remember trying to get the gunk out of my eyes and I had a dream gross out moment of giant wads of gunk in my eyes.

I remember playing a game called leauge of legends, I had a sword, and I was waiting for someone to kill.

I remember my mum was staying in some cabin house, it was like In a basement and she had a car that was years old.the engine sounded rusty.

There was a fight and these people took me to court! One of them held a white crystal quartz up to my face and later on in the dream I noticed how it was left on the floor. I went to court on my own because I didn't want my girlfriend to get hurt. I was thinking to myself whether I should I let her made choice or not.

Morning of March 25, 2016. Friday.

Dream #: 17,994-03. 2 min 48 sec read.





I am with Zsuzsanna and our family as we appear now, but we live in an unfamiliar (to my conscious self) house. It has a minimal essence of the Barolin Street house but without its appearance.

I look at our backyard. There are two sets of railroad tracks parallel to our house, the first not more than ten feet away. My dream’s imaginary backstory implies there was a flood. The ground had been gray and gravelly. After the flood, there is rich topsoil of a bright brown. I remark on this beneficial outcome.

Later, I look through a large window into our backyard and see a snake slowly crawling away. It resembles a copperhead. I tell Zsuzsanna, and she says it may be venomous.

I look again, and it is unrealistically large in the middle of its body (as if it has a potbelly).

It returns to our backyard but is now upright like a cobra. It has two humanlike muscular arms and moves over a set of railroad tracks as if “strutting” yet without legs. I wonder if it is a legless lizard.

I speak to Zsuzsanna in our kitchen. The back door, mostly glass held by a narrow metal frame, had fallen inward though I am unsure why. I do not want the snake getting in, so I prop up the door against its frame.

I hear an unfamiliar male voice and am briefly puzzled. I realize there is a bathroom on the other side of the wall. I think it is part of an infrequently used park ranger station connected to (the other side of) our house.

I see a gap under the baseboard, and the voice becomes more audible. I realize an unknown man is talking to me in a sarcastic tone. I pretend I am unsure where the voice is coming from while I speak to Zsusanna about it. “Did you hear that?” I ask her. “It seems to be coming from the other side of the wall. Perhaps it is a recording,” I say, mocking the unseen man.

At least five park rangers in tan uniforms (this dream’s typical protoconsciousness manifestation) walk into our kitchen. I briefly relay details to them about the unusual snake. I threaten to call the police (but I do not) after the men start to move objects on the highest three shelves of the cupboard. They are dusty, with a layer of black ash (an association with the cane fires here in real life when ash fills parts of a house’s roof and even falls through loose crown moldings). The man that had spoken earlier reminds me vaguely of Burl Ives.

They rearrange various objects, including empty salt and pepper shakers, knickknacks, and an antique white ceramic teapot. They do not retrieve anything and can barely reach the shelves. They shuffle objects about, and I hear their soft glass and metal impacts.

I find myself holding a belt (somatosensory phasing response to REM atonia). I am ready to swing it upwards to strike a hand with the buckle if one of the men reaches toward the shelves again. However, they now only stand around, looking up at the shelves as if slightly puzzled as my dream fades.

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In my first “crucial review,” I explained the factor of tripartite mentation, which dissolves the mistaken belief of “dream interpretation” when there is metacognitive causality. In this dream, the railroad tracks (as in my first report using “crucial review” in the title) epitomize the latent potential mobility of Zsuzsanna and me as we sleep, the specific association being with the human spine. The correlating associations here involve a snake (in this case) doubling as a “human spine” traversing one set of railroad tracks. On one level, it is “me,” being chubby, but I also have muscular arms.

It is not the first time snake and belt associations have correlated. “Striking” the hand of the protoconsciousness personification (with the “fang” or prong of the buckle) would have produced myoclonic dynamics had the phasing responses resulting from the waking transition continued. Note the “potbelly” association with the teapot (“I’m a little teapot”). The tie to ceramics and REM atonia (statues are predominant) has occurred all my life.

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1. I had been walking a store with extremely dim lightening. It appeared to be some sort of home improvement store like Home Depot or Lowe's. There was no real ground, it was just buffed concrete(if that's even possible) and above me there were a few small white lights that barely lit any of the surroundings. I remember turning left upon entering the store and walking to the customer service area(which I had literally done prior to this nap). As I did so, the area around my transformed and I now found myself inside of a medium sized room, but it still had the same dim lighting. The floor was now a white carpet and the walls were white as well. The room highly resembled my sisters room in shape and size. I remember seeing alot of my sisters furniture in it; like her mirror and dresser and bed.
Sitting on the bed in front of me was my friend Emily. My friends Trey and Dylan were to my right standing next to a rather large audio production station which I recognized to be a DJs setup seconds later as I saw the DJ standing behind it and setting up speakers and all of his equipment. About a minute later music started blasting and suddenly a girl that looked about 17 popped out of no where and was now sitting on the bed with Emily. She was wearing a white baseball shirt with teal sleeves. Her and Emily started talking. I walked over to the DJs station and looked around. I saw that he also had set up an xbox one on his right as well as a TV so someone could actually play it. I recognized that the TV was displaying the xbox one dashboard(home screen) and I could see a ton of movie titles that were being advertised in the market place. I remember looking at two movies: Rush hour 2 and Rush hour 3, both of which looked nothing like the Rush hour movies at all; they rather looked to be some type of superhero movie considering the cover of Rush Hour 3 was a close up of the Flash.
"Guys listen" Emily told me, Trey, and Dylan. "So I know you were all wondering. Yes me and Tiffany are related. My dad is now married to her mom so that makes us related. And her dad is having a baby" she told us. "Wow that's interesting" I thought to myself as I became semi lucid.

2. I was driving a white truck that appeared to be my dad's. My mom was in the passenger seat. We were driving in a neighborhood and we were supposed to be going to some house so my mom could pick up something real quick. This neighborhood closely resembled Spring Trails which isn't far from my neighborhood Imperial Oaks. Everyone's lawn was nicely trimmed and landscaped and the roads were free of litter as well.
A few minutes into driving I noticed that a cop car was following us. It was getting late and the sun was quickly setting. I turned into a col-de-sac and my mom told me to stop right here while she ran out and got what she needed. The cop pulled up and stopped right behind us. "Don't worry I'll stop this dude, just go" I told her. With that she got out of the truck and fast walked to the front door of the house. The cop got out of his car and started running towards her. Right as he passed my truck I opened my driver door and slammed him to the ground. "What are you chasing her for?" I asked the downed cop. I looked over and my mom had now just opened the door and walked inside. "That isn't your house" the cop groaned.
I paused for a moment and reflected. "Wait a sec-". Just then 3 MASSIVE dogs that were about 5 times the size of my body(I'm average size for an 18 year old male) leaped out of the cop's car and came sprinting towards me. The cop said something just in time and the dogs stopped in their tracks. I stood in shock. I almost got eaten. These dogs were literally at least 6 feet tall just walking normally. I walked over and helped the cop up. "Sorry about that" I said. "Don't worry about it" he told me. "These big fellas right here are my police dogs" he said "They all have big hearts though".
Just then all the dogs rolled over on their bellies and I scratched it for them and petted them. They were really soft. I remember giving the brown dog and hug and he actually hugged me back.

3.24.16

Took a nap after coming home from early shift.

Somehow I notice some signs that the big earthqake is coming withing minutes or hours. I start preparing, packing some water, opening garage doors so we can get out fast, wanting to pull a car out so I can get to my car that looks just like the one I have IWL.

24/3/16:
Dream 1: I was playing Skyrim going through a part in the main quest of my mind. I had to find a book and go to a cave and unlock a door to find this magical item. The quest bugged out for me though the first time as I didn't go get the book first, so I reloaded and went there first to get the book. I got that and went back to the cave. I shouted down some draugr and then picked the lock of the cage door to open it up and get my hands on this magical sphere.

Dream 2: I was going to uni in the city, taking the train in. When I arrived there a friend of mine told us he was leaving. I asked him why and he said he had just got confirmation of his P plate test and couldn't reschedule or it would be another year so he had to take time off now. We wished him well nd then went on to class. I somehow walked into a biology class though and met someone from high school there before I walked out.

Dream 3: I was on the computer at home, playing games and listening to metal. My step mum came home and walked into the room, told me to get some stuff out of the car and didn't seem to care about what I was doing.

Dream 4: I was at a place with all of these slides. I kept on going up little escalators to get to different slides and flying back down again, it was a lot of fun. I think I had the ability to turn ethereal or slow time down as there were semi- slow mo moments.

Dream 5: I was involved in some sot of Sargon of Akkad video about feminism, how the colours around people were being manipulated when they were speaking about certain things to brainwash people. At the end he wished everyone a happy easter and I woke up as if the video had ended (unusual to have a legit ending created in a dream haha).

Another lucid there was more to the dream prior to getting lucid but there wasn't much. Last night I meditated for 10 minutes and had a more realization about how being too tired before going to sleep can reduce the chances of me getting lucid. So when I stay up for another 20 minutes and then feel really tired and 'ready' to sleep, I find it harder to dream journal or wake up during the night for LD practices. I decided that this probably affected how tired I am when I do my WBTB, and that I should extend my WBTB's. During my WBTB this morning I did the usual toilet run and mirror RC and then came back to bed and started reading my book. The following lucid was actually 1 of my best in terms of stability and control, while also being able to properly remember dream tasks.

Dream
I'm walking home from the village, I've already passed the school and I'm pretty close. The road is the usual unlaned p.o.s. that it is, with the boughs of manuka trees arching overhead forming a sort of tree cathedral. It's quite a sunny day, there isn't much going on. I start realizing that this is a dream, I decide to stabilize myself and feel the sensation of touch. Being able to feel my dream body so clearly tethers me there and stabilizes, but I notice that the world around me darkens. Fuzz. I need it to be light! What makes things light? Fire!
I start focusing on creating fire with my mind, but it's weird.. This is one of those dreams where the world is down-to-earth and things like flying are difficult. I point the palms of my hands at each other and will there to be a spark of fire, but there's nothing..
A blanket of darkness covers everything now, but I spot a couple street lights in the background of the dream. I have a certain understanding that if I can position my hands looking up
at the light then I can trick the dream into thinking it's a fire spark. Doing this the palms of my hands suddenly have a ball of fire growing between them. I lift it up and throw it onto the tree above, it slowly spreads and the world around me begins to brighten with the flickering tongues of flame.
The dream stabilizes once more, I focus on my body now and maintain the sense in the back of my mind so I don't wake up. It's properly night time now and I decide on doing the TotM
"I'm ready for my dream guide!" I shout out to the world, I start heading back down the road towards the village.
"I'm ready for my dream guide!" I continue to hail, above the power lines crossing the street I spot a flying batlike demon. Blagh, no thanks. I keep moving on until I see the group of people that I had seen earlier on in the dream (before I got lucid I passed them on my way home). I spot a very pretty blonde, I approach her and say "are you my dream guide?"
"no" she says, "But would you like to come with me?" a coquettish smile on her face. For a moment I feel the full of caveman mode, but say "no thanks" and leave. About 20 metres later I've passed the school and reached the end of the road, leading to the roundabout by the village. I spot another cute blonde (what's with me and blondes lately?) and think that she probably isn't my dream guide. Butttt... She's cute. I decide to go after her and ask anyway
It was about here that I woke up.

+ view from above of sleazy guy, look down from the ledge he approaches and stands against the wall below the ledge and I think he's going to sexually molest another man, or perhaps just pee on the corner. The sleazy guy is holding a little kitten and showing it off to everyone. I'm then down on his level and he presents the kitten to me but now it is a bedraggled, scraggly & nasty looking rat. The guy wants me to take the rat and let it climb on me but I move away, I don't want that.

+ (f) NMcK got fired? He's complaining to me about the group that got laid off?

+ I'm with a fire-arms instructor. He's showing me a gun and talking about the safety. I'm relating my experience with a fully automatic weapon, "how I held down the trigger and that thing just kept spewing bullets everywhere." Then I get out my favorite gun, a compact (kind of like an Uzi) automatic, I pop out the clip and look for a bullet in the chamber. I say how I like to use this as a rifle. The instructor is impressed with my gun.

+ son has shaved my cat and I see it completely furless (living room of childhood home) and think "ARGH, What did he do!?". Lying just outside my childhood bedroom door in the upstairs hallway petting my [current] cat, it really likes it and stretches out its front paws together luxuriously. Son S2 (and an old woman?) walk by in the hallway, he says "I'm tired, I didn't sleep all night"

+ nice naked puffy-nippled boobs on a hot girl sitting down in a crowd. I see her briefly from the front, then standing behind her looking down over her shoulder, then move through the crowd along the left edge positioning for another view of her and get another peek. I can't make forwards progress because there are too many people trying to walk in both directions in this "aisle." A young version of (my mother?) is up ahead on my left, there is a woman holding a food-service tray up over her head waiting for a clearing to walk back the opposite direction I'm walking in, and I stand aside to give her a land to come through.

+ walking by and into a basketball court that doubles as a racquetball court. Outside, I hear the loud sounds of strong shots in a racquetball game and the ball smacking into the walls (realistic echoing sound). A ball flies out of the court. I stand in the entrance to the court and am saying how this is a confusing basketball court that doubles as a RQB court.

+ roof top: I'm up on a roof top and there are stairways connecting the various levels. A guy has built this for himself. I'm walking around checking it out. There are some railing/observatories where you can look down on people at street level. It's evening/dusk/dark.

+ SG and I are trying to hook up but her relatives get in the way. She has naked pictures of herself that she wants to give me but we're prevented from meeting. Later on there is a naked shot of her v-jay that I see on a TV screen and I want to take a picture of that to keep. I'm thinking she could just give me her memory card and I could copy it. Her relatives are to the side in a small / very low-ceilinged place, almost like a box. Her female relative is naked apparently but is shy and pulls back. Her male relative is bleeding from shaving. The relatives look realistic. I look at SG again and she doens't look accurate, older and heavily made-up, like it's an actress playing her.

+ driving/biking on path in hills. My wife says to go "South West" [?]. There is a narrow bending path that I follow. Some other people get ahead of us. Biking down a bumpy (stairway?) I'm trying to avoid the front wheel of the bike getting stuck.

+ girls running for president (make out with one?), whom we knew from previous adult home area. They're stating their positions?

+ (f) cleaning the living room of former home

+ walking in some garden/house. There is a RGB LED light on the ground, with a larger rectangular incandescent-looking center which lights things around. I look at these lights for a bit. There is a (glass walled? [Dream Sign]) room where my wife is, she asks me "S-H-I-T?"

Preface:
Took Benadryl (OTC allergy meds) for an allergic reaction before sleeping. As a result I have not been able to recall my dreams very well at all.

I dreams that I was about to shower. I had taken all of my clothes off. I looked down, and my breasts had shriveled up. They were lifeless and wrinkled. I was shocked and woke myself up. In real life my breasts are a full 36D cup, so needless to say, I panicked.

There were these animals that hated humans but I was writing a show about them in the woods. I had a yellow notebook with me and was running all around trying to act the scene with the animal monster kids.

But before that happened I recall being in a scene where these kids were playing with snow and got in trouble because they were supposed to be cleaning it.

Afterwards I was in a huge house where my brother's friend kept following me around. Until a animal parade appeared and he ended up showing them how to win a race at a parade.

However, there were parts I was lucid in the beginning. It was kind of weird though. A lady was showing me how she broke a soda bottle with her long nails by mistake and that it was a huge problem for her.Something else happened before that but I forgot.

Sitting in classroom with a large window on one side, it's dark and raining outside. Several other people sat in a circle with me and a teacher wandering around. The other people seem like children but also adults at the same time. I was asked to read, looked at the text read something but looked back and it had changed - the teacher pointed out the paragraph I should have read - so I made lots of excuses why I had read it wrong first time and felt a bit stupid.
I looked out of the window and thought that the other students would be out in the rain doing sprt and I was quite jealous and wanted to be out there as well.

24/3/16


In this dream I was with an ex-friend from High School. We were on a bus, traveling around a town that resembled my home town. I had a little clear cased camera hung from my neck and I was using it to document our journey. The bus came to a stop suddenly, and I got off with my broken guitar. Apparently there was a place nearby that had a nice restaurant and a place to get my guitar repaired. For some reason everyone on the bus tried to stop me from leaving, almost begging me to stay on the bus. They tried this with my former friend too but I finally managed to convince him to come with, while recording what was taking place on my camera that was somehow now strapped to my bag and recording hands-free. He eventually did and got a terrible looking beat up guitar from someone on the bus as he got off. We walked through a courtyard and into a fancy restaurant with tables and chairs set up in rows, and took a seat. An Asian woman came up to us and asked if we were in a band, but then decided we were just reporters and left us alone. I think someone took our names and used a fake one for some reason, then someone came over to take a group photo. The lady returned and placed a snapping turtle at my feet, which bit both my big toes. I screamed and then began laughing, convinced making a scene about the turtle would get us kicked out and it was worth enduring. Haha.

Fragment:

I was with the two guys I used to hang out with in the mountains west of my city, smoking weed. It was night for the majority of the dream.