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21/1/2016 (wed)

Before 5.40am
Fragment
-Raining extremely heavily. My sister is driving around in the wet, despite not having a licence. Later I end up in a taxi, trying to work on a laptop. The taxi parks underneath an office - possibly the building where I worked straight after uni.

5.40-6.40
Fragment
-Trying to put turf on a giant hole in the ground which is covered in black plastic. Several dcs kicking grass around. JR shows up with "latest picture" - it moves in 3D.

7-7.45am
Short LD 345 "Water Pistols"
At work. JF is messing around with power leads and plugging things into a power strip on my desk. He looks up and tells me to row. Er. What? Then I notice a DC behind him is filming me on a phone. It's a prank. I stick both middle fingers up and my tongue out. Then we watched or played some kind of game involving a 'zombie bucket'. The bucket was for puking in when you got sick and became a zombie?

The dream skips and has me fooling around with AB in bed for a while. She got into a weird position with her head on the mattress and bum up in the air, and, yeah, stuff. It was kinda awkward.

After some random wandering around I am trying to find a bus to get to uni. Apparently I'm back in the third year trying to get my project finished. However due to work, I haven't been at any lessons this year... are we supposed to go to lessons still, or is it just all about the project? This line of thinking gets me lucid.

The bus stop leads through to another room and then into a park. There is a guy sitting on a bench under a tree. I think about my personal goals and start looking around to find a tank, or something big enough to turn into a tank. Across the park there seems to be a military complex. Big trucks, tents, at least 10 soldiers in military uniform with assault rifles. Hmmm. Don't really want to get shot, even if it means proving invincibility... I raise a hand towards them and focus on turning their guns into water pistols.

The soldiers start looking at their guns in confusion. Taking advantage of their surprise I fly into the camp but the scene fades.

I end up in the void and continue flying through it. Remembering the TOTM I start to wonder what exactly counts as a new world. I see fragments of places, different countries, all flying past me, along with text in various different languages - Arabic, Chinese, Korean. They do not form anything coherent. Then, ahead, the view changes to a forest scene.... my alarm goes off.

dreamt I was in some kind of labyrinth (with out bowie bless im) which was a baren landscape of white hills. There were lions wandering around. We escaped into a hallway of house sunken into one of the hills. The lion followed, mydaughter going into the kitchen and me onto the stairs. In the kitchen there were cricket bats we grabbed to use to defend ourselves
The lion was at the door between me and my daughter. So I tried to scream to warn her. But all that came was a high pitched whisper.
I felt my head would explode from exertion of trying to scream.

Funny I had been thinking I never get nightmares, so I implanted the intention to have one ^^

I went to bed a bit earlier than usual I think, but not by much; between 23:00 and 23:30. I woke up at 06:00, stayed awake for a while and then slept again. The last time I woke up was around 08:45, it's now 09:15.

Fragments
» Something that has to do with Dragonball Z and timetravelling.

» Something about my little brother, though I don't remember what.

» One of classmates has made a parkour video. I'm watching it, but also sort of living it. It's taking place outside during the day.

» A dude enters my kitchen. He has a plastic tomato ketchup bottle and he intents to stab me with one of the shards.

» There was a police chase that ended in Indonesia. A guy ended up getting electrocuted by a power cable. I think he was the bad guy. He ended up like that cause he was just centimetres away from the cable while standing on top of a car that I ran in to with my police car. The steering wheels were all on the left, though in Indonesia they should be on the right. I also remember my girlfriend and another friend being there.

Smell!
I'm with my cousin and her 4 and 1 year old kids. I'm on the ground playing with the 4 year old when I smell something. I wonder if the 1 year old just pooped in his diaper. Just moments after I'm sure he has, he somehow pulls his diaper of and starts playing with his poop. He even eats some of it. His sister joins him. I try to stop both of them, but they still get some in their mouth. Meanwhile their mom, just 1 metre away, doesn't do a thing.

I think this might be the first time I smelled something in a dream!

Wet
I'm on a couch or in bed with two girls. One of them reminds me of the girl with the ukelele from Scrubs. The other is a girl I went on a few dates with. Ukelele girl just joined us and is already passed out on the corner. I tell the other girl that Ukelele has a nice butt and grab a hold of it. Ah, guess I was mistaken.

A bit later the girl I dated is gone. Ukelele girl is naked and I invite her to join me in the shower. I walk to the bathroom. It's mostly blue/green -ish tiles and a weird shaped bath that's very shallow, made of the same material. A lot of my clothes are on the bathtub (on instead of in, because it's like a platform). They're all somewhat wet, as are my black backpack and my blue/white striped hammock. I attempt to rescue them, but I quickly grow tired of it. It seems the cause is that the tub isn't probably draining, just a few drips at a time, in combination with the crane leaking a bit. I walk outside to the other room again. Ukelele is dressed. I'm surprised that she isn't joining me. She says I only hurt her, so she won't. I'm surprised again. I thought she meant physically, but she meant emotionally, as I don't want the same level of commitment that she wants. We walk in the bathroom again and this time I make a real effort of saving my stuff. She helps me. Now there's also my iPhone, iPod and 1 or 2 more valuables, plus someone else's white iPhone with a colourful cover with an integrated charging point that hooks up to the side, which I think is pretty weird. They are covered in a layer of water and I quickly move them all out.

Wetter
I'm at a party in a public area, something like a small park or something. It's my birthday? I'm not sure. I recall several family members being there. Most noticeable is my uncle, who I've never dreamt about before. There are several party tents. There were some people who joined in a small, friendly competition with me, a sort of mini championship. They've just left the party, but the score cards are still on the table. A bulldog appears out of the blue. My mom places some chocolate in a box on the hood of a car close to him. I take it away and tell her that chocolate can kill dogs. She says that the chocolate wasn't meant for him, plus it's in a box. I reply that he might take it anyway. He then makes a run for a table which has tiny sausages and cheeses on it. At first a bit like a cartoon dog would do, he snatches the sausages in rapid pace. Then he just uses his mouth like a regular dog and goes all out. Some people look at him in disgust. I run after him to get him away. He runs from me. I hold a sausage in my left hand and let my arm hang besides my body. He runs up to me and I grab him by the skin of his neck. He fights me, but I take him with me. For a moment I wonder if he's in pain, but this is how you pick up a dog, right? He has a keychain around his neck. I take the keys off and cross the street, towards an appartmentcomplex. He also has a kind of nametag, except there is no name on it, just a drawing. Great. I take a look at the different keys. My grandma stands besides me and tells me to use a certain one. I do and it opens. In the mean time a woman all the way at the top comes down and thanks me for bringing back her dog. I think she has short blonde hair. She has the dog in her arms and it's cuddling her back. I guess it's safe to assume this is really her dog. I also hand her the keys.

Back at my party it is slowly starting to rain. There are some drinks on a table that aren't covered. My uncle, being a wiseass, says that there is no need to cover them cause none of them are his. In the mean time we cover up everything else. When I look to that area again there is a white table with an enormous laptop on it, which must have at least a 30" screen. It's closed and there's a big "sun umbrella" (can't think of the word right now) positioned above it, to keep it dry. It still gets a bit wet. It's the laptop of my mom's boyfriend. He's worried about it.

slept at 9.30pm

Mmkay these are my tags after 6 hours of sleep (it is near bedtime now). Thaddius, dv, chat, paladin. new mechanic, small minions, another dream in the chat someone sends some funny weird videos. I only remember the Thaddius. Vaguely. I do vaguely remember that I dreamed about the chat.

I don't feel like making this into a story. I'm just going to copy my notes almost as they are on my phone. its a mess because when journaling i write things down quickly and with few words

19:30 i was lucid i had to be lucid otherwise i wouldnt randomly go kissing girls (but i dont remember this, even when i woke up i didnt remember being lucid, so no points on the competition). FA in a place with lots of bed and a pretty girl in the bed next to mine. i wanted to kiss her and thought shed like it but i was too shy i think. I was in a city in paris in another dream. In another dream my uncle and his family was at our house and they had prepared dinner while i was sleeping in that very room. I got irritated and expressed it but they were like "yeah go sleep somewhere else" or something.

It says 2 FA's in a row. so perhaps the dream where i woke up at dinner was the 2nd fa.

we were traveling with my dad and brother in a car (no mom? i think she is in my dreams less often than my dad and my brother is the most frequent visitor of the 3) and we stopped somewhere to go to the toilet and wash hands. and people helped me with washing hands (maybe the gave me soap?).

i remember looking in the mirror and having my face with weird dots/zits/things and my hair was wet. i think my face looked way different and not even really like my actual face. but, like, whatever, im like, yeah dreams are like pretty weird right. whatever

That was last night.

Here goes the earlier night.

marc, gliding, steep hill with parents, outside at the end (weird pizza), marc bullying someone and i protect, bastiaan. orationem joining the chat while i was talking to someone. which is weird because i wasnt on a computer but just talking to someone in real life. so how can she join the chat and interrupt? (HOWCANYOU)

i glide faster than the group, 1 girl is also pretty fast and we pass a red fluffy decent sized ball around. im ahead and higher up so its easier for me. we are friendly with each other and have a good time. in the same building there was a disco and a restaurant. i went to the disco for a few sec and at the restaurant i sat down but i think i didnt eat. i was singled out by the owner and got scolded. then i went outside. ther was a person on a weelchair and i let her go ahead in front of me at a door. outside i first went to another place before the pizza thingy. the pizza thingy guy didnt have a stand i think, he was just standing there selling it. there were multiple people there.

before the bullying by marc in the changing room we had gym class. but i dont remember the gym class. some kids were faster than my in sliding and challenged my to go back downhill the steep hill.

dream signs: having a good time/being friendly with a girl. my brother. relatives (uncle). dreamviews chat

1.20.16

This was day before yesterday.

I'm visiting my home town. I get together with my former classmates. We are all grownup now. We go to visit our last room teacher for some reason. We enter a sunny, one story house, with courtains drawn shut. There is a baby sleeping in the ante-room.

In the other room, the teaches is waking up and I'm thinking how can she leave the baby alone. We sit down and talk. The baby, she has very red cheeks, is all happy and talking and she walks up to me and she shows my name and says it. I'm surprised, because we never met and I'm just visiting from abroad.

The teacher now changes into my english teacher and she is going to town to buy something for courtains. I ask her what it is, because I don't undertand that word.

In the first dream I remember a new guy moved in who was a newly enrolled student of the nearby university. The apartment building had only one story instead of two. As he walked out he door I offered to help him carry stuff to the dumpster. I thought I would give him good advice about college but instead I just talked a lot about dumpsters and gave him stupid advice about dumpsters like "If you get to the dumpster and it is full, just empty out the stuff, put it on the ground, and put your stuff in." Then after I went back into my apartment I felt stupid for talking so much about dumpsters.

Then there was a fragment of me with my dad waiting in line at a store.

Then I had a dream about talking with an old friend. I don't know exactly who he was but in the dream he had been my former friend. We were listening to Pandora radio, which was playing mostly rock songs. My friend said the title at the beginning of several consecutive songs and would be like "Yea I like this one." He was would write stuff down every once in a while, maybe song lyrics, and I said something like "Are you taking down notes about life?" While I was talking to this guy, there seemed to be a former girl friend of mine telepathically communicating with me, telling me about the love between her and her boyfriend. I said out loud to the guy, "Yea. I know him." And the guy responded normally like he was the girl talking about her boyfriend but it was my guy friend.

Then I was on a trip with my boyfriend, his brother, and a girl. My boyfriend's brother was driving, in some kind of large truck. We had been driving for over a hour when we realized a piece of the truck was missing, a black plastic vent like thing that fit into a hole below the right rear view mirror. Although it didn't seem like a necessary part of the truck, my boyfriend's brother seemed disgruntled as he turned back to go get the missing part for the truck.

First i dreamt about being in square where some girls where throwing balls. Then i take a bus, and i get down like inside a shoping center. I see Pedro in my dream. Then my mother leaves the shopping center, which was like a maze, and i go to bathroom and my sister as well. She goes to the ladies bathroom to take a shower and she said she would come out immediately, i said alright i'll go to urinate, and she said, no, don't do that, you can't, bla bla bla, while she was showering, and i was already in the bathroom peeing, and i was thinking how awful would it be to ask for permission to do such thing. Then i woke up at about 8:54 AM.

I tried to do a WILD, as soon as i felt i was falling asleep i thought i was in dream, maybe it would be a false awakening, so i did a reality check and no, i was still awake just very relaxed. But then i fell asleep and failed to WILD. I dreamt about being in a flight. Suddenly something of the plain just dismantles and it is just the cabin, like a space ship. The plane was going really fast, and we were at a low altitude, like street altitude. I thought we were going to crush and i was going to die, but the plane managed to slow down very fast and suddenly it stopped. I couldn't believe it. We had the speed to travel to another continent pretty fast and we just stopped all of a sudden.
There was a guy travelling who had to get into a international meeting, he was from the US. But we go outside the cabin (we were on a mountain) and there was a guy exactly like him. So one of them was not real. So both of them got tied in a rope, sliced in their belly and put in a big luggage, and they closed it. Then i don't know what happened but they were going to get transported.

Then i dream about being kicked of by my aunt Lidia from her house, insulting me. So i went out of the house, there was furniture by the door, and i moved it and was about to go out when she said, i didn't really mean it, and i knew that she did mean it. So i got out and climbed down the mountain. I took a boat and started to get out of that swamp through a door that was on a corner, which led to another swamp. When i was on the door my sisters and my mother come out, and my younger sister came walking through the water, and i was amazed since i used a boat, and she gave me a pill from a request of our mother. Then i grabbed the can with pills to take a couple more for the trip just in case and all of the pills were different [i should have done a reality check there] so i put them in the can again and went on.

I am in the culdesac, right on the edge of my driveway. Then I spot a giant drone flying around just feet above the ground. I think about how it is invading my privacy.
I am at my church youth group, although it is in my kitchen. My brother is sitting there, laughing so hard, sounding like he's drunk on soda and candy. I get a plastic water bottle and open it, but start laughing extremely hard because it spills all over me. I hand the water bottle to the youth minister and go upstairs to dry off. I remember being afraid of going upstairs alone, but do it anyways. When I get to my bedroom, instead of getting a towel, I choose from a stack of Monk books to read, and I bring one back downstairs.
It is in the same dream, but me, my sister and mom are playing a card game called "detective" in our basement. In the game we each get different characters, and when I peeked at my sister's cards, I saw that we were both policemen. My mom revealed that she was someone with the last name of Brown.
I am on a rollar coaster with two of my friends. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the world far below. I then notice that we don't really have anything supporting us besides our legs clinging onto the cart, but I don't really care. A bit later I open my eyes and see my house from over head. Then we somehow land in the living room in my house, and I think about how cool it was to be able to drop us off right into my house.
I am in my literacy teacher's room, only it is not his classroom. It's my social studies room. But anyways, he gave me a piece of crumpled up paper, and told me to give it back to him at the end of the day. I say OK and start walking away, but then realize that I have to leave early, so I walk back to his class and give him the paper. I think he will be angry at me for not giving it to him at the right time, but he doesn't care. I walk to my locker and hear two teachers singing to the Farewell song from Sound Of Music.

Dream - Flat street
It was night time and I'm I'm walking out of a party with some people, the street we're on is the typical student flatting area. I remember seeing some random person driving a car. The person was obviously drunk as hell as they couldn't park their car, she was just ramming it backward into another car, then forward into a tree. Over and over and over O_O. Me and the people I was with crossed the road to get to a house on the other side (I think we were going to another party). As I made my way across, the drunk driver ran me over :/ I knew that this had to be a dream since I was semi-awakened from the shock. But it just didn't stop and I couldn't feel the pressure, discomfort and pain from this 4WD ute running me over. It really felt horrible, but I managed to shake myself awake in the end.

In my first dream i was doing some pizzas in the stairs. My sister was cooking something else also in the stairs. It was extremely weird to cook there but... its a dream. Also i borrowed her some CDs from Bon Jovi.

In my second drem i was in an airport with my family. The airport had an ultimate security service with top cameras which would guess where you would go, and could locate anyone in the airport. So they were calling some guy named "Alphabet Lopez" (my name is "Lichi") and of course he didnt exist. I was with my family who were a lot, and security went to talk to my father, but soon they realized he wasnt the guy they were looking. So at the moment i saw security i knew how easily it is to cheat the cameras so i made a joke to them, as soon as i saw security i started running, and the cameras targeted me as someone dangerous, and alarms started to sound and a lot of security were chasing me thinking that i was "Alphabet". As soon as i started running i went to a passage which had no cameras, so it seemed as the guy, alphabet, was hiding from police, but i got back there with my family and everyone was laughing very bad. It was the most serious joke i made so far, but in a dream haha.

This was a draft i saved in 2012 so im publishing it now, i still remember this dream.

My fiancee's dad and I are next door to my old house. I show him where an old house is. We have to go through a tunnel to get there. We start to walk.
I turn around and start to leave before I go too far; He stays and is way ahead of me.
I saw a inverted pentagram and another symbol on the wall beside me.

Above me on the wall I saw this: 'Do not turn to mediums or spiritists; do not seek them out to be defiled by them. I am the LORD your God.”

My Fiancee starts getting these weird texts. Hes scared
I go in my old house. I cant find my dad.
My aunts gf is there. Shes sitting on the floor.
Shes scaring me.
Her back is to me but her head is turned all the way around.
I got to my room.
Shes still sitting on the floor looking at me.
I go back outside.
I tell my fiancee to get his phone out of the car.
He hesitates, but does.
We come in the house.
My aunts gf is still sitting there; still staring.
I wake up….

I have poor recall of this dream, but here it goes what i wrote as soon as i woke up.

I think i was tired of people being slaves that i decided to free them. They were like people of Yunkai and Meeren from Game of Thrones. There were moments of sex between that people. After it there was a fighting pit with Tywin's armies. But as soon as Tyrion rised those soldiers changed linage, and when Tywin ordered to kill Tyrion only 3 soldiers followed his commands, the others just dropped their knives and stopped those three. Sansa was there as well, but on the wrong side, she thought she would rule but Tyrion took the power. Anyways he secretly forgive her.

Then the indians who "fu#@&@" a lot decided that all tribes would accept the indian grandson (he was a slave) to represent them and free them. So he started, with my help, walking through all the places of the castle (it was a big castle, lots of villages) to free the people and gain their support. We reach a point where i knew people would be hostile but after he talked to them they would be the best supporters. The place was like a cave, and it was surrounded with heavenly water, and at the center there was something like a church. I told him that when he steps into those waters he would be like a demon, so he had to be focused and bring the best of himself. He stepped into the water and he started to become a demon, he was very confused and didn't know what to do. Then he stepped into the church and people were agressive, throwing arrows, but the job was done. So we teleported out to the opposite village. That village was that people would be receptive but after we talked to them they would be offensive. So he did his job and we teleported out, again to the village of the church. Now these people were very thankful for what we did.

Then i dream about being in the streets, like in street Paunero, close to Bv Roca, with a mix of street Las Heras, where the coffee fabric is, and i turn right and i realize im dreaming. I was riding a bicycle so i wanted to fly with it, since when im riding a bicycle in waking life a kind of reality check i do is try to fly with the bicycle. I managed to levitate for a bit, but the dream just collapsed and i woke up. Then i tried to do a DEILD but i fell asleep without awareness.

Then i dream about being in an island. There was a river and it was impossible to cross it because it had so much vines. However i found or made a tunnel in the water and i crossed it with a girl. Then a storm came and we couldn't go back. So we were like four years in that island, alone. We had a child, and after some time we were rescued. We were in a complex of three houses and we were given attention with food and medicines. We had the best medicine of the world.
There were many families there so we engaged in knowing them. We were at night, in the backyard where there was a pool, and we watched the lions closely. They were pets, but i thought it was dangerous so i went away.
One time i was in the porch of the log cabin, planning to plant some trees. There was an old man besides me, probably thai, and suddenly he dies and is transformed into water. So what i did is to find spots of soil to plant seeds and pour that water so the tree could grow. I planted some seeds but i had one left and there were no spots to plant. So i went all around looking for a spot and i ended up in the third house. It was like the other houses but different floors, everything was covered, no grass. So i went to a football 5 field and dig a hole on the green cloth and put the seed and water there. I was just leaving when i saw a sports teacher from highshool called Fabio. He said that he would see what i did and report it. Well he still had to find it, so i left anyways. I went to the tables of the first house where everyone was eating and watching TV. I sat and in front of me was an english woman and besides me there was a pet lion that was mine, but in front of me there was these woman's lion. She didn't know how to control it. Then i woke up.

Ritual: Last night's moment of lucidity made me crave good dreaming again, but I woke up after six hours with nothing but a few shreds of bland and wan memory. Determined to do better, I dug out the silent vibrating alarm I was using last year for my DEILD experiments and strapped it to my wrist. I set the timer for 33 minutes at first, so I would likely be asleep by the time it went off, but after lying awake for about half that time reset it for 17 minutes. I reminded myself that it would be fine if I was still awake when it went off, a good opportunity to re-familiarize myself with the sensation I was anticipating and to RC. I did feel the pulse once before I fell asleep; afterwards, given that another 45 minutes went by before I woke up, it must have gone off a couple times that I didn't notice. However, I did get lucid, even though the timing suggests that the onset was not triggered by the vibration, because when I finally woke up the alarm was 30 seconds from going off again, and I don't think the dream lasted that long (though I could be wrong about that). This would be consistent with my other experiments with this technique: it works, but not in the way one might expect. Rather than directly inducing an awareness of the dream state with its signal, it seems to be rather that the anticipation of the alarm serves as an anchor for the attention that makes it easier to transition directly into dream. Consequently, rather than a DILD I had a WILD.

I knew I must have transitioned when I realized I was holding a piece of paper in my hands. I used the paper to better integrate by running it between my fingers and being attentive to the lifelike sensations. They were vivid enough that I figured I should just get up out of bed, even though my vision hadn't kicked in fully yet and everything was dim and blurry. Since there are bookcases right next to my bed in WL and my intention was to do this month's Basic Task i, the moment I was on my feet I started examining the books. My vision was no better overall, but I could see well enough in the area of my primary focus. Reading was surprisingly easy as well, although the words themselves did not always remain stable, sometimes changing into new ones right before my eyes.

I read a half dozen book titles right away, some better than others, but none so striking that I felt like putting special effort into memorizing them. I hoped a few might stick with me naturally, but unfortunately I didn't remember any of them on waking. After browsing the books in the bedroom for a while, I moved out to the kitchen, where I have more bookshelves (there are books almost everywhere in my house). I continued reading titles, trying to find a really good one for the task. Finally after moving on to a second shelf in the kitchen I found what I was looking for. The book was a slim hardcover, about 9"x11" and 3/4 inch thick. The cover had a glossy sheen and was white in the upper half and a darker color, grey perhaps, in the lower half. In the very center, where the colors met, was the word: "REVOLIOTUN" in red and black stylized capital letters. I took note of how it appeared to be the word "revolution" with some of the letters transposed. I wasn't sure if this was part of the title or designated something else, like the series, publisher, or maybe just a cover design, since the actual title seemed to be printed below this in the lower half of the cover. The title was David Bowie's Dreams: Naked in Flight. This tickled me, especially given his recent passing, and I knew it was the one I wanted to bring back for the task.

I set my mind on remembering that book, but glanced at a few more for good measure. There was one small paperback titled Blue Skulls Book that struck me, but that's the only other title I can remember.

Now that I had completed the task, I wondered if I should wake and write immediately, but it seemed a waste of good dream state. Was it really that good, though? My vision was still terrible. "Then maybe I should work on that," I told myself reprovingly. So I looked out the kitchen window and tried to clean up my vision. "Just open your eyes," I instructed myself. "But be careful not to open your real eyes!" I actually did have a sensation like my eyes were opening, and suddenly my vision cleared up beautifully! I looked out the window and was startled by the amazing color and clarity of the landscape, a wide grassy expanse bordered by distant hills, so unlike my actual concrete pool patio. The vision from my left eye was perfect, but my right eye faded in and out: it kept feeling like something was covering it, which I tried to brush away with my fingers as though it were an errant lock of hair. I realized that it was probably the bleedthrough sensation from the way my face was pressed into my pillow (I was able to confirm this on waking) and decided I'd better do my best to ignore it.

The beauty of the outdoors lured me, so I stepped through the sliding screen door into this marvelous dreamscape, and immediately felt my heart fill with joy. I wondered if I should plan to do anything in particular, but decided no, it was enough just to look around and drink in the sights, now that I could see so clearly. As I moved over the ground, I was more dancing than walking for the sheer pleasure of it. Momentarily I wondered if I should be careful not to accidently blunder into any WL obstacles I couldn't see, but then had to remind myself, this isn't like google cardboard: I'm not just surrounded by an illusory overlay on the real world, this is a whole world in its own right.

"This is my favorite world!" I murmured in fervent appreciation, then caught myself. That seemed like a radical statement. Was it really true? I reflected for a moment and had to admit that it was. I felt a bit sorry for the real world—how could it compare to this? As I looked around, marveling at the beauty of my surroundings, my eye was caught by a brighter spot in the dream sky, a white disk surrounded by intensified illumination, like the sun filtering through a haze. For some reason this struck me as remarkable, and I thought back and couldn't remember ever seeing a sun in my dream sky before. Unlike the unpleasant brightness of the real sun, this one I could gaze at directly.

I wandered across the lawn until I discovered a large headstone. It had the traditional rounded shape but was very wide, maybe three or four feet tall and five or six in width. I was pleased to discover that I could read the chiseled inscription very clearly: "THE EARLY DEATHS OF BLAKE GRACE." The name meant nothing to me, but what particularly caught my attention was the plural, "deaths." How could he or she have died more than once? Oh well, in the dream world, I suppose anything is possible.

Encountering the tombstone hadn't diminished my joy in the slightest. I still felt radiantly happy, even when I glanced down and noticed that I was standing on a carved piece of stone that covered the grave itself, like the lid of a sarcophagus. "I hope I'm not disturbing the inhabitant!" I thought amiably, and stepped off the stone, watching closely to see if it would move, on the off-chance that the corpse might decide to rise from the grave in indignation. Even this possibility did not dampen my mood; I felt fully capable of dealing with such an eventuality, should it occur. But the dead slept. I felt compassion for the person buried here and thought I should make up for my accidental insult by doing something to honor the grave. In the hollow of one of the carvings toward the foot of the stone was an accumulation of gravel on which an uprooted mushroom was lying. I picked up the mushroom and tried to set it upright, pushing the stem into the gravel to help it stand up. The surface of the mushroom was starting to rot, but the sight filled me with a sense of tender compassion, much like the grave itself.

After this I decided that it was probably time to wake up, since I didn't want to risk wandering off and forgetting the book title and the engraving on the headstone. Since I was waking myself up deliberately, I was able to get ready and do it in a very controlled way. As the dream began to fade into void, I grabbed a pen and got ready to start writing in the notebook next to my bed the moment I transitioned, until I realized how ridiculous this was. There was no point in picking up a dream pen—it wouldn't save me any time—I would still have to move my physical arm and grab the physical pen once I actually woke up! What a hassle!

I'm in the dark, laying on my bed. I hear the phone ringing and grumble about it, trying to fall back asleep. I toss and turn a little, but nothing do. I get up without bothering with the light and get out of my bedroom into the corridor. I stumble pass the furnitures and into the entrance and take the key to the mailbox before getting out. The cold seize me, and I think that I souldn't have go out wrearing only my pajama. The front of the garden is very diffrent, with a hedge rather than a fence and proper lawn rather that gravel The house in front of mine is still the same thought. I still go to get the mail; the mailbox is cream rather that green, and rather beated up. Inside there's two small packages and an handfull of flyers. I chuck the flyers into the outside bin and get back in. It's still very dark, and I feel heavy and tired. I drop the packages on the kitchen table and head back to bed.

Then I woke up, and started to list all the points where I should have snapped into lucidity. One of the obvious one being that I'm in my student flat.Dammit. And it was, of course, three in the morning.

I'm in a ginormous wooden cabin, with a very open floor plan, and all of my family, plus guests. We're preparing a birthday party, for my sister I think. It's a very sunny day, and beams of light stream from the bay windows, one of them open into a glittering snow covered garden. It's pretty hot inside despite that; there's lit fireplace all around. We'ere obviously doing the finishing touchs for the party: tables are dressed with white cloth, and there are garlands on the mezzanine. Half of the people are already in their classy clothes, my sister rocking a snazzy golden dress that enhance her natural tan. My mother and her briefly fuss about her hair and she run away to fix something. I'm here out of duty, and help putting food and beverages around, already dolled up. The friends and family I keep crossing paths with seem very happy to see me here and keep telling me that I should be all dressed up more often. It's a little overhelming and I run back to the kitchen insteand of answering them. My mother boyfriend is here, not ready for the party at all in a t-shirt and short. He looks like he just stepped out of the shower and wandered in. In his usual blunt manner, he point out that I finally look pretty in that dress and makeup.* Starting to feel fed up, I walk out of the kitchen to the back of the house, which is more calm. I climb some stairs and sit on the landing of the second floor, pulling on the hem of the dress. It's a a nice burgundy with black ribbons and a little frill, and the heels I'm wearing match well. The second floor is almost in the dark, with only a fireplace in the back and a little sun shining around the closed curtains. I can barely hear the sound of the party here, it's rather peaceful. Someone come from the first floor, stopping a dozen stairs under me and looking up. It's the dark haired man I already saw before, striking green eyes looking at me with a hint of concern. He's wearing a tuxedo, and has a champagn flute in his hand; it seem that the party has started.

*Yes, he is that blunt. It's not malicious on his part, but it can be jarring. It's true that without any makeup I look like a mix between a rather ripe zombie and a creepy porcelain doll, but I would rather sleep in the morning that make my face. And I can't find fondation that is light enough to match my skintone anyway.

I was in a classroom as I sat down and got my books to start class. I realized I had hardly anything in my backpack. I thought about what I did in the past that made me forget and realized I was dreaming. I decided to stick out my hand and summon a pen, just for fun. I got up and walked towards the door, frustrated that my body was heavy and it was difficult to move. I tried to forget about as I noticed a young lady with short purple hair and a black eye sitting on a cabinet. I greeted her with "Hi sweetie!" and she responded with "Hi! Nice shirt!" I continued towards the door when I noticed a sign on it. I really wanted to remember it. It was an advertisement that said "Doom gloom tomb" or something like that. I woke up.

I wonder what was so nice about my shirt? I should notice this stuff more.