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+ guy stabs others to death with long knife, stabs me but I manage to escape with minor wounds

+(f) in childhood home dad gets up from the couch and walks by me, naked

+(f) flying around high city rooftops, meeting and talking with people

+ dream boundaries unclear: team-based combat, multiple venues (at least 4), detailed, vivid, complicated rules, very long time, I'm generally a newb in all of them trying to figure out how to play; brief erotic moment with stunning naked girl teammate

Memories of various scenes:

1. Indoors, sort of like a wide open furniture store, the team hot young beauty asks me to throw the (football?) on to the bed to claim it. I throw what is like a cylindrical cushion there, and we jump on to the bed. She goes and grabs ("the football?") from another bed. I'm lying down on my left side as sort of a barrier, and she kneels behind me on the bed. We're both naked. She says "this is the first time we've ever been (together like this?)", I respond "there's a first time for everything!" I reach my right hand up and caress her lower back and down towards her rear, start to feel the top of a cheek and bun, she has a smoking hot sexy tight body, and she gets up and leaves. I can't wait to tell my male teammate friend that I had a "special moment" with her.

2. I connect to an online FPS game, an opponent is flying in the distance and closes to attack. We're trying to shoot each other. I'm changing weapons from bullets to plasma balls, I can't quite get the lead on his circular strafing motion right in order to hit him enough to beat him.

3. Flying above and landing at a scene. I'm trying to pick up the "quake quad damage" power up, but I do not have all of the 4 required ingredients as the device itself tells me.

4. In battle, like in a large high-ceilinged theater. There's an important area up high, but it is forbidden (or dangerous?) to approach above ground, so there are underground tunnels to go there. I'm not interested in going in the tunnels.

I'm in the high ground area, there are large bins of ammunition which consists of irregularly shaped small stones or large gravel. The most valuable is colored blue, and one guy is hanging out by that spot in order to shoot and reload constantly. The advantage of this spot is the huge reserves of ammo.
Some opponents move in, youngish girls, they're shooting me, where's my shotgun!? I run around avoiding their shots and find my gun leaning against a back wall.

I'm done with the combat, but you can't just quit: you have to shoot at a special target in order to leave.

A new session begins, all the expert players quickly run for special equipment/areas in order to get lots of power ups. I don't know how to do this and I'm at a disadvantage, being such a newb. I think about rolling downhill sideways in order to move more quickly.

+(f) playing with a dog

+(f) I give coaches a toy soldier(s), the stand is stamped with a date on the bottom from the 1800's, he and his assistant think it's very valuable.

Cory and I were looking to adopt a kid, so we mapped out a few orphanages on our GPS. Apparently you can just go to a random orphanage and pick up a kid like you would a pet or something. So we set out in the car, but kept getting lost. Really lost, like driving through people's yards and at one point we were off-roading in some field of dirt. Cory wanted to drive up this sand bank but it was friggin sheer vertical sand and I said no way. He tried anyway and we slipped back down. I tried getting our location on the map on my phone, but the map kept zooming out and made it impossible. By some miracle we finally made it to the orphanage and we were looking at kids, and we were thinking on this 12ish year old boy with sandy hair. So we were walking around the orphanage with him and he was telling us about himself, but something about him seemed very off. He asked if we would adopt him, so Cory and I had a little pow-wow and we both really didn't want to. We wanted to move on to the next orphanage. We were dreading telling him because we didn't want to break his little heart, but we finally did and he looked so dejected and just said "Oh." and walked away. I wanted to cry.

For some reason we were paying rent on two apartments because we were too lazy to move all the stuff from one apartment over to the other. So we slept at one apartment, but the other one had our washer/dryer, so we would drive over there to do our clothes. We decided to finally combine them but when we went to the washer/dryer apartment, we just couldn't figure out how to do it or how to bring the stuff back to the other place. Apparently we also kept a cash register with a moving belt attached to it at the apartment. Cory would put items on the belt and when they got to the end I'd bag them, and that's how we moved stuff. The belt was also super-magnetic so whenever something metal came down the line, it would stick and I'd have to struggle to pull it off.

I don't remember the last dream, just that I was sitting on the ground and Seru in his semi-perfect form was standing there screaming at me and I was like WTF. And I was friggin terrified for some reason.

I was looking under the bed for my two cats, and they were there, but to my surprise I found a third! It was an enormous calico, at least twice the size of any other cat I'd ever seen, and unbelievably fat. Startled by this strange discovery, I pointed it out to my husband. He gave me a suspicious look and said, "That's Crowl," as if explaining the obvious.

"He must have at least fifteen percent of the Internet!" I exclaimed, thinking that there's no way such an unusual cat could avoid becoming an Internet sensation. My husband nodded in confirmation.

"Where did he come from?" I inquired. It seemed like a reasonable question, since I had never seen this cat before but my husband appeared to be familiar with him.

Again my husband looked at me in wary confusion, as if he couldn't understand why he had to keep telling me things I should know perfectly well. "We got him from Donna Slope."

"Who's Donna Slope?" The tension was growing with every question I asked. My husband was now staring at me as if he feared that I had finally lost my mind. I gathered that this was the name of someone we knew quite well, for for the life of me I could not remember a single detail about her.

I noticed that the sliding door to the patio was open, and one of our own cats and Crowl had gone outside. I expressed alarm: ours is an elderly indoor cat, and definitely not allowed outside without close supervision. My husband seemed strangely unconcerned: "It's okay, he'll follow Crowl." I was not reassured. "We'll have to talk about this later," I said, indicating the events of the entire morning, and went out after the cats.

The two were already walking along the side of the house toward the street. To my alarm I saw that the front gate was open, and they went right through it. For some reason after I caught up with them I picked up Crowl first. As I walked back along the side of the house I noticed an assortment of little pumpkins or round gourds next to the path. One green one was rattling violently as if something were trying to get out. This piqued my curiosity, but I could not investigate with my arms full of cat, so I resolved to take a closer look after both cats were secured back indoors. I unceremoniously dumped Crowl back inside the bedroom, making sure to close the screen door behind him, and then went back for the other cat.

I was worried at having left my cat unattended, but reminded myself that he moved very slowly in his old age and he could not have gone far. As long as he hadn't blundered out into the street, he should be okay. I soon spotted him next to the sidewalk chewing on grass... but something was amiss. There were now two cats of his appearance. I studied them closely until I thought I was sure which one was him, and carried him back inside. After he was safely secured in the house, I went back to investigate those pumpkins.

The pumpkins ranged in color from green to orange, and seams indicated that the tops could be lifted like those of jack-o-lanterns. What did I expect to find inside? What if it was a coiled up snake, and it bit me? I brushed aside the fear impatiently: the only reason to be afraid of a snake is if you think it might have deadly poison, but that is quite rare. Most snakebites are harmless. Still, why did I want to look inside the pumpkins? I needed a good reason. "Curiosity," I concluded. "Curiosity is the desire to know more." That seemed like a good enough reason in itself.

The first few pumpkins were hollowed out as I anticipated, but they contained only vague shapes, like something was still buried in the pumpkin flesh. I peered closely at one and I thought it looked lizard-shaped. "Maybe they aren't ready to hatch yet," I concluded. I reached the green one that had been shaking violently. Surely this one was ready! I stopped and tried to imagine what I would most like to find inside, and decided on one of those little troll dolls. Wouldn't be cool to find one that had come to life? I lifted the top and... it was just another lizard. This was vaguely disappointing after I had gotten my hopes up for something more exotic.

After going back in the house I started thinking hard. I realized something very strange was going on today, and I needed to figure out what it was. My husband was acting very uncharacteristically, and I was apparently unfamiliar with major details of my own life. What could it be? Was it related to time travel? My current situation felt very similar to the life I knew, but not identical... could I have somehow "jumped the tracks" to a different timeline, a different possible present?

Later I was shelving some books in the kitchen when another possibility came to mind: I could be dreaming. At first this felt very unlikely, but I knew that apperances could be deceiving, and I would need to test thoroughly. I began by looking at a book on the shelf and trying to withdraw it through will alone. Nothing happened, but I thought it might just need a headstart, so I pulled it out about an inch with my fingers, then tried to finish using only mental strength. This time it worked! I let the book hover in the air above my palm to confirm that I was controlling it with my thoughts.

Alright, so I'm definitely dreaming. Shit. That means I have to remember everything so I can write it down when I wake up. I started going over details from the morning, listing them aloud to better fix them in memory. "Crowl... Donna Slope... lizards in pumpkins..." I'm sure several other things happened that morning that I'm now forgetting, but I lost lucidity and had another long NLD before waking up, so some of the details have faded.

I flew above earth... I felt big... and small at the same time. I felt love... I felt sadness... as I looked down to earth. My shining white long wings carried me slowly forward... At the same time I saw some russian commander planing destruction... small touch sensitive bomblets looking like candies... smiling devilishly... At the same time I saw destruction. Destroyed houses... I saw dead people... Lonely children. Impassive soldiers in tanks... desperate people... pain... And I wept. My tears were falling down like rain... I flew and I wept... I loved them all. I couldn't help anybody, I was ethereal...

Remarks:
Sad experience...
My wings were hundreds of meters long.
As I flew, I didn't move my wings.
WILD with about 20 subjective minutes length.

06/02/2015 - THE WOLF MAMA

I’m at a RAPHAEL’S home. I think I don’t want to be there because it’s in a shitty part of town. I make an excuse and I leave. Next thing I remember, I’m getting a call and my friend EDUARDO tells me that RAPHAEL has just passed away. Shit.

So I go back, I get into the apartment and I see a lot of people standing in front of his bedroom’s door. They’re watching the body, I think. So I go to pay my respects and I see Raphael in bed. He’s alive. But sleeping. I get really fucking pissed and I get ready to leave when-

I notice a wolf there. I get super excited. It’s a goddamn wolf and I’m very much so a dog person. So I make friends with the wolf and she seems to really like me. We play around for a bit and I realize that the wolf has two pups. I go: “That’s it, I’m definitely taking the wolf mama and her two pups to my tiny apartment even though I already have a dog!”

The wolves and I really bond, and as we’re playing outside Raphael’s apartment, Wolf Mama bites something hard and breaks most of her teeth. Now I really can’t leave her alone, she’ll need someone to take care of her.

As I leave the building to wait for my ride I start worrying about the fact that I DO already have a dog, who doesn’t play well with others and the fact that these are goddamn wolves. Big. Powerful. They could tear my tiny dog apart. Also, I didn’t ask my mom permission to bring the wolves home. That’s when I wake up.

Out at a restaurant in an alternate reality, lucid. DD wakes me up IRL, lost most of the recall.

Fight my dad in a car. He's being annoying again and i'm fed up. Call him all sorts of evil and lose my voice every single time he reacts. Want to call more names but can't. He locks me in. He holds my hands. At some point he tried to make up with me and I distrust him.

He: Give me ur hands, let's make peace.
I: No, show me what's in them first

I see tiny hooked knives in them. He grabs my hands and hooks them in. I feel pain, lose my voice. Have no strength.

..

My little nefue is with me upstairs in the bathroom. He get's called from down and he's so excited and runs to the stairs. I think of the danger, I want to ask if I should pick him up but I am doubting and he's already running; Step, step, step step. So fast no control. Half the stairs he falls down and makes 3 flip flaps before he falls flat face on the ground seeminly unconscious. My sister comes to check on him, talks to him, asks him ; Is this Dwight's fould? .. No it isn't he says... he get's up his face is completely like in the movie face-off. Red and bloody. But very fake. He talks to me and is very nice to me saying I should not feel guilty etc.

I tell my sister what happened and that I could prevent it. She remains blank.

My family. My bigger nefue, his little brother that doesn't exist and his sister that is from another uncle are all one family. They say they will get married if their mom and dad don't drive together to my family next time they visit. This little brother was very chill to me. A beautiful little girl walks past me. sits in front of me. I feel she fancies me to. Do not talk.

Morning of July 3, 2015. Friday.



The prior evening into this morning was completely filled with a different style and route of dreaming I usually take - resulting in different dream types and levels than usual. I remained fully lucid in and out of sleep for several hours (more common when I was around sixteen), fully aware that I am the sole dream-maker and thus without challenge or threat unless I manifest it in-dream (as I did with dinosaurs and such when much younger), with no change in overall focus, yet since I mostly decided to be a “watcher” (and with no scripting or visual conditioning) events just unfolded randomly and without much structure or purpose.

One of the scenes just involved looking at some sort of A4 form, possibly an application of some sort such as that for a patent cover. A child had drawn an airplane over it so that it almost looks as if the airplane is in a faux “bird cage” (in viewing it all as one scene, which includes the otherwise blank horizontal lines of the application). I did not even consider this possible metaphorical play (something related to freedom, I think - or something regarding the nature of lucidity itself) until I made a near-facsimile of the scene in real life, which I find often helps me determine additional meanings or layers. However, this is probably just an association with how our youngest daughter (age two) sometimes draws a picture as such on a blank (but lined like notebook paper) page of my wife’s journal - though does not damage it otherwise.

For quite some time, I am lying in bed with a younger version of my wife and think that I should probably get dressed before I get up (should I get an idea to do anything other than love-making) as, even though I do not really care that we are in a building that is open on at least three sides and there is at least one (unknown) other older female in the area, I should still have some covering - especially as the weather has been cooler lately. The sense of legs touching legs as I rest is quite realistic - the sense of touch being typically augmented to where I am not sure if I even want to do anything else in my dream. On my right near the bed (and seemingly the only internally-rendered wall of the structure), I notice about five pairs of underpants on the floor that I had apparently left there before, which seems a little preposterous for some reason, even considering it is a dream. Mostly, I am questioning why I would just leave pairs there from previous “visits” to this version of my wife, and even so, how could they still be there during waking transitions? I would think that there would be some sort of “automatic cleanup” of dream settings before the next “visit” - even so, I do not recall this exact setting or overall layout from any prior dream - and I know they are mine. I am thinking about taking them “back” (to our real-life home) but then realize that idea is preposterous as well. This shakes me out of my dream to where I cannot find my real pants near the bed, either, but decide to leave it.

Later, when I am almost fully awake out of one scenario, I clearly smell chocolate-chip cookies baking. The scent is so strong and pleasing that I am somewhat puzzled that Zsuzsanna is lying in bed again. She will probably take them out of the oven later. I continue to enjoy the smell, and it is only several minutes later that I realize I am in some sort of hypnopompic carryover and that the smell is not even there. In fact, there is no scent of any kind that I notice after full wakefulness. Hypnopompic smells are fairly rare for me, but this was so pleasant, it colored my mood in a more cheerful sense.

Another scene takes me back to Stadcor Street in Brisbane. I decide to try to talk to an unseen character (to see if someone just randomly appears - something I did a lot in dreams in my late teenage years - even in fully dark settings or abstract spaces) and a young female takes notice, but appears almost out of view on my right (I have to lean out the fictionally-structured window just a bit to see her). The scene is a bit ambiguous as I was sure there was a character meant to be on my left, but this one appears so I talk to her and even tell her that I was trying to talk to someone on my left which makes me feel a bit silly. She is talking from behind a shorter wooden fence about chest-high (and is implied to be my fictional neighbor it seems) and I remain looking out from the window in the main bedroom at the back of the house. Not much ensues; she just seems to wonder what I am doing to my dream regarding the setting and any potential theme or plot and seems helpful.

This scene eventually shifts to where I decide to try to read something, so I turn on my “dream television” to see what happens. I soon see a sequence of binary numbers on the bottom of an otherwise blank (dark) screen and I start to think, oh, how clever, someone (a dream character or perhaps “real” entity) is trying to talk to me in binary. I am somewhat wary of who or what would do this, so I study what I see with full lucidity so that I can perhaps translate it later if possible. The numbers are scrolling across the bottom and just turn out to be “10 10 10 10 10…” as I watch. However, they transform briefly into “01 01 01 01 01…” before fading (or rather, as they are rolling off to the left). I then see my first name with the last letter (“e”) missing. Soon, I see one instance of the number two in the sequences of ones and zeroes and then realize it is pointless - as that means it cannot be binary code. I then consider if it is supposed to be the capital letters “I” and “O” rather than one and zero, as I see something like IPIO at one point, which stands for “i’ll pass it on”. I lose interest in trying to make sense of this gibberish so shift my mind to an outdoor environmental setting.

Soon, I am flying (in a standing vertical position) over a highway with hardly any traffic. I see one car, which I change into a bicycle and back several times as I fly along saying, “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” - which I had already known hours before, but just feel like saying it, thinking that it might also accelerate my awareness (though it does not - and my critical thinking skills are still mostly absent). I quickly get bored watching the bicycle transforming to car and back and as such, causing the person (unknown male) riding and driving to zigzag all over the road in confusion. I am probably being a bit mean, so let it go.

Finally, the last scene takes me into my house (though which actually seems more like Barolin Street) where I notice someone has parked his car inside the house (completely impossible in real life of course, though I only see part of the back of it). In fact, he is trying to back out of the room he has parked in (due to me telling him to leave and get his car out of my house), but cannot get it through the doorway, it seems (and I do not consider in-dream that he could not have possibly gotten in that way in the first place). He gives up and goes out onto the porch and sits down and I follow him out, continuing to yell at him to get out (regardless of how much rent he had been paying). He looks annoyed and frustrated.

1. I had just walked down stairs. As I get to the foyer area I stop because I hear a loud noise outside. It sounds like something really big is burning. I look out the window and see that the entire sky is red. I am immediately alarmed and this heightens my awareness to 90%. I open the front door and walk onto the front porch. Seconds after I do so I see a massive meteor that is glowing orange and on fire, pass through the sky. It is descending quickly and I can tell that it is going to make impact extremely close to where my house is. I look at the red sky and all around the neighborhood from where Im standing. Even though the sky is red it seems to be glowing green as well.
"I have to do a reality check" I tell myself out loud, "I will as soon as I tell mom and dad". I am terrified and am almost positive that me and my family are all going to die. I run back inside and close the door. "Mom, Dad, there is a meteor that is about to make impact really close to us, we need to get out of here now!!" I yell. "Alright son we'll leave in a second." my dad replies. They barely care at all. My parents continue to sit where they are and watch the T.V. in the mean time. Thoughts start racing through my mind. What if we don't have enough water? What if we don't have enough food? What if we die? "Dad, I'll take my car and follow you guys wherever you go" I tell him. "No you're coming with us and leaving your car" he replies. Shit, no more car.
I realize that if I die I might go to hell because I'm not that good of a Christian. I start praying for God to forgive me for everything, and I am still extremely scared.

2. I walk up my staircase and then walk down the main hallway on the second floor. I immediately notice that the door to my bathroom has changed. "What the crap, my bathroom door has been replaced with the front door of the house?!" I think to myself. I look to my left and see that the same thing has been done to the spare bedroom door. "There's no way" I think to myself, "Dad, why is the front door to the house in place of my bathroom door!?" I yell to him across the hallway. I am now 99% aware. I turn around to go to my dad and as I enter his room Darth Vader stops me. He is about 6 foot 5 inches and looks down at me and says, "Don't worry about is son". At this point I am pretty scared because I don't want to get killed so I turn around a haul my butt out of there in fear for my life.

In both of these dreams I was only seconds away from becoming lucid. However, my point is that I am starting to become lucid in multiple dreams a night now and my recall is really starting to go up. In all of my dreams I am aware to a degree as well now.

(I woke up a few times during the night and remembered literally NOTHING about my dreams. Which sucked because with all the lucids I've had lately, I may have had one and forgotten. I remembered only my dreams from my last leg of sleep.)

I was part of a special task force sent into this massive cave system to help take out these evil giant bats that could disintegrate people by hovering over them and letting off a sound/energy wave down at them. We fortified the cave system, adding rooms and barriers and such, but when the bats started coming there were thousands of them. The battle waged on and we were losing. So we retreated back to one of the rooms to formulate a plan. Our intel told us there was a cave path where only the baby bats lived, but they were also dangerous. We decided to take them out first, since they'd be weaker and we could figure out the behaviors and weaknesses of these bats. I had to run to the bathroom quick, and when I got back apparently they'd already passed out the guns and ammo. I asked about getting one and they told me to talk to some guy who was all decked out Rambo-style, but I couldn't get to him to get a gun. So I wound up following this task force unarmed. When we got to the tunnel, baby bats started pouring out of it. They were still pretty huge, and another battle took place. The people on the force were shooting them down with machine guns and such, and I was just running frantically from barrier to barrier looking for this guy to give me a gun.

I was checking eBay and I noticed my rating had shot down a crazy amount. So I looked into it and noticed people were leaving bad feedback about how I never pay, so I freaked out that someone had hacked my account. I looked all over my laptop trying to figure out how they did it, but to no avail. So then I went back to eBay to change the password on my account and hopefully reconcile with the support staff, but no matter where I looked I couldn't find a page to change passwords from. I was flipping out because the hacker was fucking with my shit as I looked, and this statue I wanted to buy ended that day and I neeeeeeded it but I doubted they'd sell it to me with my shitty history. I decided to literally 'clean' the viruses from my laptop, so I mixed a big white bucket up with water and vinegar and dunked my laptop in it. For some reason this satisfied me and I thought it was all good again. But the bad feedback was still there and I had no idea how to fix that. A friend of mine said they knew someone who worked at eBay that could help, so I went down to the corporate office to see her and she agreed to change my password for me. I have no idea how I got rid of the bad reviews though.

SO. Let's sum up my past five days. I've remembered at least one dream everyday for the past five days, so I have quite a bit of journaling to do on here! I'll make a separate DJ entry post for each dream, starting with Sunday's, June 28th.
I was at a house that looked like the island house I stayed at on vacation this past month. My girlfriend and her mom were both there, and they requested I go pick them up some stuff from the shopping area across the highway. I headed out, and the drive (I was on a motorcycle for some reason) was only five minutes.
Strangely, the shopping area I arrived at looked pretty similar to the island house as well. I saw a changing stand behind a stage where a play was going on, and randomly decided I needed to change my clothes. Once that was done, I went to the shopping area, which had black and white tiled marble flooring, and some mini-restaurants. I got the goods for my girlfriend and her mom, and also indulged by buying myself some soft jolly ranchers.
Headed back home, I checked FB on my phone and saw that my entire family liked my status that I posted IRL the previous day. This lifted my spirits, and when I got back to the house, I gave the stuff to my girlfriend and her mom.
A pretty standard dream, not a bunch happened. But trust me, they start getting weirder as the days go by.

- Doing weird stretching maneuvers alongside my Dad in a severely cramped water tank; getting scared and claustrophobic. Talking about psychological "dream tests" involving my Dad and my old step-dad, B. We're in a small, white facility with a small crew of very nice professional people.

- At a drunk pool party at an old house with lots of people. The only person I know there is R, my old friend and coworker. Lots of insignificant stuff happens. The next morning I'm still wide awake ready to party and everyone else is either gone, passed out on couches or wandering around like hungover zombies. R wakes up and is mad at me for something I didn't actually do. She slaps me very gently, then gives me a hug. We sit down and I explain myself. She doesn't apologize for slapping me, which I think is rude. I leave and start down the road which is on a hill. I start jogging, trying to find R again now for some reason. I feel like we're playing tag or something. I suddenly realize I'm in the middle of a somber procession of sorts. There's an old man with a camera who is being very patient with me, telling me I need to leave and get out of the way in a very gentle tone. I can tell he is annoyed inside though, and rightfully so. I look at the field of grass along the road and see that there's a wedding going on. I run back up the hill and actually pass two guys riding bikes. One's a young shirtless redhead with an ugly-ish face and the other seems to be his dad. I can't help but giggle as I pass them up. The dad records this with his phone. As we top the hill, they pass me and turn left into a driveway. They go inside and I follow. I ask the dad to send the video to my phone, then remember I don't have one. I try to tell him C's number but things get confused and I never finish it.

- Messing with a "memorial" crime scene, then realize "these are pieces of evidence, what am I doing touching them!?!?" and run off.

Wake up in a dream, lucid, I'm at a house with some people. One guy's brother is a soldier, and not very nice, he almost tries to kill me, but I have the powers of air and fire and he backs off. We all go to a dance, then sleep and wake up again, but in a different dream world.

7.2.15

I'm on a trip someplace. Leaving from there with others. Sitting in the front seet of some kind of a speed boat. I wonder if out boxes we carry will topple from the wild ride, when i see them slide. Then I realize it's a Disney ride. But someone comes to me in a hurry and start piling some boxes in my lap to hold them.

One is open top box. It has some water in it and it's full of creatures. I say to the person "daum, there are venomous brown recluse spiders in there, some worm, a venomous caterpillar - and you putting that in my lap on this wild ride"?

I'm holding the box and watch the water slosh all over in waves, as the boat moves, and each time it touches my hand so do bunch of critters.

I'm watching the caterpillar crawl out and on my hand and I'm waiting to be bitten.

DR2
I'm visiting my old preschool I attended in age of 5. I look into drawers and they are full of nicely organized towels, pyjamas, clothes for kids. I'm talking to old teachers there. When leaving, I learn we were allowed to take our tiny chairs with us, as long as they had 2 or more names carved into them. I feel bad for not taking mine, if I had one.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We had just arrived at our college, and our first day of classes would be held the next day. I remember walking through what looked like a small town inside the campus, with a giant jumbotron reminding us about our first day of classes that would take place the next day.

The scene shifted. I was now in what seemed like a large dorm building, but it was only one floor, and there could be three or four people to a room. The kitchen was in the middle of the whole dorm. We had our own bathrooms, though.

I shared an open dorm (it wasn't fully closed off with four walls) with J, L, and Sam. I remember we were all sitting on our beds, which were side by side and across from eachother, watching the little TV that was perched on the wall to the left. L was sitting on my bed, which was the closest to the TV. Somehow, I kept hitting her in the face with my elbow or my hand. She quietly just shrugged it off. I felt really bad, so I didn't move around or talk much anymore.

Time went forward.

I had just woken up in my bed and looked at the clock, it was about 6 AM. Everyone was starting to stir around me. I thought I had better get up, because classes were going to start soon.

But my heart sank. I didn't have a map or anything, and I didn't even have my class schedule printed out.

Sam was awake. I asked her if she had a map. She told me she didn't either. I then remembered my dad saying something about using your GPS for the campus. I assumed that could work, so I didn't worry about it further. However, I was still upset about my class schedule.

People were moving about now, taking showers, getting dressed.

I got out of my bed, kneeled on the floor by my bed, and used my bed as a desk for my laptop. I opened my laptop, and was about to look for my class schedule.

Suddenly, I fell asleep on my closed laptop.

I woke up later. Apparently some people had fallen asleep again, too. All was quiet. It was still a little dark outside. I rubbed my face and wished I hadn't fallen asleep on the laptop because I might have drooled on it or something. Picking it up, however, I noticed the laptop had bent at an angle almost as easily as a piece of cardboard.

I thought this was odd. Just in case, I RCed just to make sure. I plugged my nose and breathed in, and sure enough, I was dreaming! However, I never really believe the nose plug RC sometimes because the result of it feels so weird, so I did it a second time. Yep, I was dreaming!

A thought hit me. 'Oh no, but don't I have class in a couple of hours? Maybe I'll make this quick and get my goals done...' (So I thought that I fell asleep and had a lucid dream there, and that I wasn't actually just dreaming the whole time)

I got up from the floor. As soon as I did, my right sock fell off. I remembered feeling it, but I thought I would just keep walking with it off. The sensation felt odd, but it didn't bother me too much.

I started to fast walk down our hallway. I reached an open doorway on my left that looked like it led into an empty room, and I tried to go through. But as soon as I did, a powerful force or wind that seemed to be eminating from that room knocked me back and I hit the wall behind me. It didn't hurt, but it stunned me. I decided I wouldn't go that way.

I went back up through where I came, and turned right into a larger hallway that opened up into the kitchen. It was dark, and I was worried about seeing someone in the shadows. But I did, like I was expecting, but it didn't scare me. I saw Sim sitting on one of the kitchen counters, and E was sitting at an island chair.

I thought about my goal of eating a chocolate bar (I heard that everything tastes a lot better sometimes in dreams).

"Sim," I asked. "Do we have any chocolate bars in here?"

To my surprise, she said, "No, I don't think so, I haven't seen any."

I thought about what I should do. 'I'll just look in random cabinets, I'm bound to find something then.' I went over to the sink that was in the middle of the kitchen and bent down. I moved over to the right, and opened the cabinet on my right, with the intent of finding a chocolate bar. All I saw were toppings to put on cookies, like peanut butter M&M's, shredded peanuts, pecans, and the like, but no pure chocolate.

So I gave up on that idea. (I'm surprised, I should have asked her again, or tried to summon one again) I went to the outskirts of the kitchen. I then yelled, "Boyyys!" (I have no idea where that came from) I then heard a chorus of deep hey's coming from the opposite side of the house.

I went back to the room that ejected me earlier. Before I went in, I imagined that I could get through it, and sure enough, I did without any problems. The room was small with a small window showing light outside now. To my left looked like the front door. I opened the door and peered outside. Immediately, the song "You Ain't Nuthin' but a Hound Dog" by Elvis filled my ears. I walked out onto the very small front porch. In front of me was a hedge that led out to the main road. I could see some people walking past our dorm house.

I was second guessing if I really was dreaming right here. If I wasn't, I didn't want to make a fool of myself by going outside and running around in my pajamas. So I did the nose plug RC again, and yep, still dreaming! The music got a bit louder, and I began to walk to the beat out into the road. I was so overcome with emotion that I began to practically dance in the road. There were little crowds of people that were scattered around the place. I really wanted to fly. I ran and jumped but nothing happened, my feet pounded the pavement as I landed back onto the ground, as if in real life.

Then, my alarm rang.