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Had another lucid dream this morning, with this one being the most clear-cut example of a DILD I've had to date. This also marks the first time I've had two lucid dreams in one month, (as far as I remember), so I'm patting myself on the back.
I had two fragments from other wakings in the middle of the night, and both of these fragments involved work and coworkers. I'm starting to think this is becoming a dream sign.
This lucid came about when I woke up 20 minutes prior to my alarm for work. I went back to sleep, and...
I was in my high school science class, and there were plenty of familiar faces around me. However, my friend Garrett wasn't there, so I decided to go look for him outside the class. I exited into the hallway, and went around the corner to a spot I knew he always was at, but upon finding this corner, he was no where to be seen.
It was at this point that I got suspicious, and decided to do a reality check, with me questioning if I was dreaming. I did the nose pinch a few times, and every time I did, I could breathe, but I didn't notice that was weird until the third time it happened. Once I realized, I was lucid. "This is a dream," I thought to myself. Immediately once I went lucid, my view shifted, and everything suddenly became much more vivid and detailed, but also more shaky. I looked at my hands and studied them, hoping to stabilize the dream. My thoughts briefly wandered to me in my bed, and I almost woke up. But, instead, I re-focused on my hands and just as the dream was fading, I teleported a few feet in front of me and everything was back to its vivid self.
I was very excited, and wondered what I should do. I decided to go find some of my other friends, who were probably in gym class right about now. I thought about being at gym class, and POOF, I was there, only now, I was floating. I floated around, enjoying the feeling of hovering, and watched my classmate's reactions. Once I exited the gym, I briefly considered what I should do next, but...
Then I woke up. The lucid itself felt about 5 minutes long, which is the longest I think I've had, or close to it. And teleporting is a new for me as well, which was surprisingly easy for me to do, although if it did make the dream less stable, I certainly didn't notice it.

+ vivid amazing long flying/gliding dream among steep tall mountainous seascapes: cupping the air with my hands and soaring in slow circles over the landscapes and crowds of people going "ooo! ahh!" at the sight of me, teaching friends to do the same (almost no wind left though!)

+(f) kids at the beach on an inclined sandy hill, don't play too close or you'll get sand on people

+ kissing my kids at a really young age, promising we'll go to our favorite yogurt place, but how to get there from here, oh yes let's take "680", blind left(U) turn on odd traffic light signal there's a huge line of cars (in the left lane), think the signal maybe was the fusion of two arrow signs

+ See JoLa (KC) at party, he's young and buff looking and dark haired, sudden WTF moment, how did I get here, how long have I been here (missed it)?

+ It's super late at the office, quite dark, see ChDo shake his hand as he leaves, go to my cube, someone's drunk friend is in there which annoys me, I look at my cube wall and see that my colleagues have gone "cube signing" (like yearbook signing but they sign their messages on the walls of the cube) and I missed it, but I see my own signature with my old cell phone number from presumably long ago, see FrFi zip by my cube opening (curly tussled hair), call him back, he comes, shakes hand, super other tall guy DaGe (DC) also comes (didn't call him) but shook his hand, too.

+ walk by a room with open door, see it's the home's exercise room, decide to go in for a look around, open door, see naked guy there posing in front of a mirror, I scream like a little girl and run out from the room ("AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEK!"), go to bathroom, want to do #2, the toilet is the size of a teacup and 1 meter off the ground, see 2nd larger toilet on the left of the first but it's still too small and to high up off the ground, think about how to aim my butt, notice naked gym guy looking in from across the hall, close the venetian blinds

+ sitting at a banquet in rows of tables (like at a conference, wide rows of tables and everyone's sitting on one side facing the front), the guys in front of us (lot of them) are getting drunk, I want to order a type of alcohol from the waiters but can only think of the name "Rothschild", then I think why not just order a bourbon and coke, the guy in my row says "too sweet," and I find I've pulled out the entire loaf of bread from the bag, putting it on my plate, wonder WTF I did that for, and put the bread back in the bag; the guy in the front row has a tasty looking big roll with red slices of salami/beef lying on top of it

I was in a mall, looking at the stores along the corridor. There were restos, offices, and an art room. I went into the art room, looking for someone. It was supposed to be an office of a friend, but she wasn't there. The color theme seems to be light green. I also thought there's a hidden doorway there.

I took a jeep going... somewhere. I was following the lead of another person I don't know. He went down, and I went down, but I have no idea where we were. I started walking in a direction that I thought was correct. The place is reminiscent of the area near Dimasalang in Sampaloc.

I was in a park party with co-workers. I was walking around. I was thinking of talking about important matters.

I was watching Mario jump around, and there's a spiny fish that always annoyed me. I thought that Yoshi should be able to eat it. I also thought about how easy it is now to finish the game, unlike before.

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Notes:

- Slept at around 2 a.m. Woke up to alarm at 8 a.m., but stood up at 8:30 a.m.
- Listened to Sam Harris audio on meditation upon sleeping.

The dream I remembered this past morning was awfully strange! It was a literal dream within a dream situation. Basically, I had a dream, then woke up from the dream into another non-lucid dream, and then finally waking up in reality. Here's how it went.
I was in the Bates Motel house with my girlfriend and we were witnessing the final events of one of the latest episodes play out in front of us. We watched it all non-phased, as if we had seen it before, but we were enjoying it nonetheless. (I won't go into the details of what happened just in case some of you watch that show and don't want to be spoiled).
Suddenly, I woke up from that situation. It seems it was a dream! I was in the parking lot of my girlfriend's workplace, having just dropped her off, but instead of heading to MY workplace, I had parked my car in the parking lot and fallen asleep. I checked my phone's clock...I WAS AN HOUR LATE!! Panic filled me as I quickly started my car and drove off towards my workplace.
And then, I woke up from THAT, only this time I was in my bed and in real life. I should've done a reality check in case of a false awakening, but I was too groggy and weirded out by the double dream to even remember to. Not a whole bunch recalled in either dream, but the situation of waking from one dream to another was interesting.

Date: 16 April

Got insomnia prior to wbtb

A very long series about an hour? with 3-4 deilds in between.

Very fragmented recall but lds were vivid and eventful all the way through

Forgotten nld part, then at some point I realize that I am dreaming and remember the shower task. I boldly get into this building with the task in mind. It turns out to be a special monastery with baths for visitors. I enter a large room, beautiful floor covered with pleasant light brown stone and special sections for bathing. Those look very zen, (standing) human sized "shower" area full of water and surrounded with lighter stones and some stones neatly arranged in the water and a large soap bar among the stones. I get in the special place and start soaping and washing myself while looking around. The dream soon ends.

A fragment where I am flying straight ahead for a while (relatively long in dream flying terms) just enjoying it. I recall one of the intro class students was saying that the most awesome part about flying is feeling the wind, so I pay more attention to it and it really feels great.

Involved in a forgotten part of the ld, then I walk around thinking about the similarities of certain drunk states and dreaming. Me and this female DC make a lot of party noise and look at other DCs. Then I remember the jogging task and decide it will be cool if we both made a little race ahead. I get into a position, but suddenly my body feels exhausted as if we already ran a marathon. I grasp for air and notice taking deep breaths, then wonder about breathing in dreaming (it only exists if you think about it).

Anyways, this is all wrong since we need to jog and not sprint, so we will be ok (less fatigue). We start running at a slow pace, paying attention to the environment. It's the center of an unknown town with a lot of food ads. What's funny is that almost the same ads keep reappearing as we go along. One is of large burger resembling big mac and the other of a less appealing exotic sandwich. I make mental notes as I keep jogging. Then I look at couple of stores, read the names of the businesses and try to remember them. After the last store, I slow down to take note of a Chinese place where they have some merchandise displayed, but it seems to have stayed here for quite a while. Dusty bamboo baskets and similar bamboo and wood items.

Right in front of it is another store, which looks very inviting, so I decide to enter inside. It's full of different statues made of metal, gems, all in Asian style. I have a look at as many of these as possible, even receiving false memories from some statues. End of memory

In a room with bf and a DC that closely resembles Benedict Cumberbatch. This was a long experience and conversation but I don't remember much. Cumberbatch is extremely life like DC, seems to have his own ideas and I understand everything he says (no gibberish). I ask if bf will remember this dream, he answers that possibly no, because the dreaming body can actually roam around and gather experiences without our knowledge.

I feel very uplifted in his presence and even think I have found a persistent character - two weeks ago a similar DC appeared in the dream with the Mexican miners.

But what strikes me the most is the realness of the experience. He has his sleeves rolled? so I can see he has a number of tattoos (I even try to recognize/memorise them initially), but what's most interesting are the tactile sensations. As I run my hand over his I feel the texture of his skin, perfect in terms of texture sensation and I notice that his tattoos are actually fake. Around each tattoo is a little rectangle that reveals they like those tattoo stickers for kids. The difference between the tattoo and the normal skin can be distinctly felt, which I find an amazing piece of dream detail.

At some point the dream fades but I manage to deild back.

I find myself in a store where this constantly shape shifting DC gives me a ring but tells me he is married already. Then he gives me another set of wedding rings with hearts and also shifts to a classmate. I wonder whether there is any truth in his statements and also how entertaining being part of this dream scenario is. Memory gap.

Fragments: Back with Cumberbatch at another dream scene for a short while. The place then transitions to an outdoors part, where I watch a number of DCs flying up in the air. Later, I decide to jog around a bit more but don't get very far this time.

Tonight was great! Remembered two nice dreams and also had a very strange way of getting lucid.

Let's shared dream!

The dream started at my house. I wasn't located far from the kitchen, which had my mother and sister in there. My mother was talking about some show she really wanted to watch, and was making some kind of oatmeal for herself. My sister was also there but I forget what she was doing. She was talking about how she really wanted to lucid dream, though she doesn't actively try to induce LD's in waking life. Then I suggested, "why don't we both dream together in a shared dream?" She really enjoyed the idea. So we both went to sleep in our own rooms, but for some reason both our rooms seemed to be merged into one. We went to sleep and I was in another dream scene where it was this city. It had large skyscrapers and other buildings, and it was night time. There was no one else around me. I was instantly lucid in this "dream in a dream," which at the time I thought to be just a dream. I was looking for my sister but I couldn't find her. I then exited the dream to ask my sister where she was. While she was sleeping? She told me where she was so I went back in the dream. To clarify, I wasn't really going to sleep at that time. It was more like hopping to another scene and thinking it was my dream. I found her near a town center. I said that instead of staying this city we should go do something cool. So I transported us to this small area where titans from the anime Attack on Titan were attacking. By this time I was half lucid (should probably add that to my colour code.), and the titans were attacking this small group of people in a living room. I forgot, but I was probably using the gear from the anime as well to kill them. Then a titan in clothes who looked a lot like a teacher of mine appeared. He started talking about various intelligent topics. Haha, that's a lot like him in waking life. But the gas in my gear ran out, and I thought that humanity was a goner. Then suddenly, all the titans ceased being hostile. Then a female titan who acted but not that much looked like my aunt came, and I grew to the titans' size and she let me piggy-back ride on her.

That's when I woke up. I recalled this dream and went back into another.

Joker to Anger

I started in class and the teacher was checking homework. I didn't finish it (That's very out of character of me(no lies)), so I tried to hide it with my textbook and pretend it's not there. The teacher said someone else needed a textbook, so she ripped half of the back page of the textbook, took the textbook then gave me a different one. Wow, I feel sorry for the kid having that half ripped up textbook . The scene then changed to a different classroom. Everything was the same, only that I was sitting at the far back of the class room at this long rectangular table. Also, I had my laptop there with me as well, and I was using it. Teacher came towards me, not with any mad expression. She then started fooling around with the PC, with everyone else surrounding us. I was angry but she retained her joke-like expression. I clearly remember how her smiling face looked like. Anyway, I tried to shut down, but I accidentally hit switch user, and for some reason it just went back to my user. I then remember her pressing the MapleStory icon, which I don't have downloaded, but I quickly closed it. Second attempt, and I hit restart. That's when she finally left and went back to teaching the class. During the time I was thinking she should be teaching instead fooling around here. Someone else in the class took my laptop and started it up again. He was trying to search for something on the internet. My teacher was mad and told everyone that she was mad at someone. When asked who, she wrote his name on the board. Then she drew arrows to these Google Chrome icons, and my view zoomed in to these icons that were leading to the same icon at different locations on the board. I assumed she was angry about his internet surfing. Fast forward and now people (I felt?) were leaving the class room. I looked at the board again and at the bottom right corner I saw, "[My name], happy birthday!" and it said April 28 2015. I just chuckled and left. It's not actually my birthday then (and actually another one of my family members'), but honestly, in waking life, I really would have just chuckled and left if I saw that. I'm just that kind of guy .

Morning of April 20, 2015. Monday.



This dream was kind of a semi-abstract (as I could still at least partly discern some of the sequences) exercise in mostly random nonsense, yet had some clear points which were a bit enjoyable. There is no lucidity at any point yet I “naturally” manipulate the environment to extremes. There is so much multi-location (quite possibly the most multi-located dream I have had to date), not just sections or perspectives of bilocation, but so compressed with numerous multi-composites of various “pieces” that all somehow coexist “logically”, it was of a fairly rare type. In fact, it is impossible to discern if I am truly inside or outside at any point. For example, in the main scene, there is a small island in the ocean which is also somehow near an intersection of a large city which is also somehow in a mostly featureless room in a small house, although the sense of bilocation is not as pronounced as in many past dreams.

The first part of my dream involves some sort of quest to just take money from wherever it is seen - with the idea that there are coins everywhere in certain areas just for the taking. There still seems to be a plan based on the knowledge of where a drug dealer is known to be at a certain time. Two men (I am not yet an in-dream character) stop a young drug dealer and rob him of his profits. Oddly, he had been selling drugs (not sure of what kind) in Petri dishes. He seems upset but continues on his way. I become more integrated in my dream at this point, though it becomes more abstract regarding the overall setting.

The two men are then walking over a small island of mostly white sand and a few palm trees. I am nearby standing on the surface of the ocean, yet it still seems we are in the city somehow on the streets. I decide, for some reason, to help the men find more money that may be buried on the island. To do this, I mentally will all of the sand, several feet down, to fly into the air and flip about before falling again - like digging a ditch with telekinesis. The men watch this routine as they continue walking, but no money shows up.

From here, it seems I am actually in a big featureless room yet somehow outside at the same time near a forest - though I do seem to “dig” or “turn” one part of the otherwise solid “floor” in one area with my thoughts. This is when I start finding shining piles of Australian two-dollar coins of about two-feet high. Some parts of the coin piles are unrealistically steep relative to how strewn they seem, defying gravity somewhat, but not to any extreme point. The coin piles, of which there are about three or four of in a few different areas, seem the most realistic and vivid parts of my dream (regarding the coins themselves - and the varied levels of shininess in the piles from coin to coin) and I enjoy picking them up and letting them fall through my fingers. Even though they are only two-dollar coins, I sense there is a few thousand dollars or more in the area. Apparently, I can just take as many as I want.

However, a dwarf (wearing mostly green) appears in the area and seems to be some sort of authority figure of some kind. I try to keep my actions regarding the taking of the coins a secret. I am not sure if any of the coins actually belong to the dwarf as they may have just been dropped there and meant to be left there for no particular reason. I still plan on taking as many as possible, only a small amount at a time, but pretend I am only looking at the pile as he begins walking in the opposite direction from where I am standing near the pile. There is no threat or drama. (This part of my dream vaguely reminds me of an episode of “Cops” where a man is arrested after being caught for the second time in taking coins from a body of water where people willingly threw out their money.)

Some other dreams I've had in the ten months since H died...

1. H laughing at us. I asked her why. She said we were all stuck in traffic. Nonsense dream; I’m sure I was worrying if J would make it home OK since I didn’t get him up on time, but the smile and big sunglasses and laugh were so real.

2. Next H red and bloated like she was at the viewing but laid out on a piece of ice- how it is done in India. The ice cracked when I walked into the room.

3. I was washing dishes and washed the red goblet I took from her apartment and noticed it was cracked all the way around so I had to throw it away.

4. Dreamed that it was all a huge misunderstanding. I don’t remember the logic or much about the dream except that at one point K and I were in a room with H. Everyone shocked and surprised to see her. H walked with some people in front of us into another room and I turned to K to smile and exchange a look of “how awesome is this”- sort of punching the air with our fists.

5. Usually something shakes me awake right as I fall into sleep. Some sound or thought and I’m up in a panic. H’s voice calling “her daughter's name” as clear as if she were right next to me.

6. H was brought back to life but also put under arrest for suicide. We were allowed to visit her one by one in a small room where she sat in a chair to receive us. B went in first. Then it was my turn. I tried to tell her I was sorry I took her for granted, sorry I wasn’t there, wanted nothing but to help. She was smiling, but fake. She was cold and fake and superficial, almost cruel. And it didn’t look like her. I was suspicious that it was not really her. Still, I hugged her anyway and told her I loved her. She took it like a stranger, smiling fake. In the hall again, I found B and asked her what she thought. B said she thought she’d suffered brain damage- body here but different person altogether. So either way, she’s gone.

7. I was sitting on the toilet taking a dump when suddenly I delivered a baby. I caught it right before it hit the tile so that it didn’t bust open its head. I took it immediately to the hospital because it didn’t cry. It had blue eyes. I told the doc I couldn’t really have had a child. He argued with me that it had, in fact, happened. I outlined my points. First, I was never pregnant. Second, there was no placenta. Third, there was no umbilical cord. Doc just shrugged; it happens sometimes. Frustration and confusion. I call K to tell her what happened. She tells me that H has not been cremated yet and is still on ice. For a moment, I think that's not possible. I start naming reasons it can't be true. I realize the only explanation is that I'm dreaming. Which is a relief because it means H isn't dead. But I wake up and she is.

8. I'm in a classroom and H is at the desk. It is in the past. I tell H that she is going to kill herself. I told her so, and it was hard to tell her, and she took it decently well enough- didn’t seem as surprised as you’d expect. I tell her she's already dead where I'm from and she doesn't understand how much I miss her and how desperate I am to talk to her about it. She doesn't have any answers; she doesn't take it seriously and she just laughs. I give her a hug and she laughs and laughs. It's like having my guts ripped out.

9. We are at her house. It's the past again. She's online looking something up on Pinterest. I was trying to hide her online obituary from her, but when she wanted to know why I kept taking over the computer, I just told her that she was going to die, and she just accepted it. Not me, but for her. I tried to grab her by the shoulders and make her look at me and fight it. I told her if I could just get her to fight it or really think about it then it would change but she just accepted it and her eyes were dead already.

10. We are at the dive bar on the bay in my home town where we used to hang in high school. I was with R, K, L, C, B and H was with me. She was dead. She knew it. We all knew it. I told her that it was cool to dream of her dead and normal because usually in my dreams she's a zombie or she's not dead yet or she's just out of reach somehow. She looked at me in that annoyed with love way that says I'm being foolish and she is just tolerating me. Then she laughed. Strange how live and real her voice and her laugh were. She told me she visits people in dreams all the time and that she has visited my dreams a number of times and that if I'm having nightmares, it's me and my issues and not her ghost. I have mixed feelings about that, and I started to argue with her, but instead I decided to try to be open and sincere and embrace the moment for what it was and I tried to tell her what she means and how sorry I am for taking her for granted. There was real love and vulnerability- I felt blown apart. We had this chat in a car (whose?) with H in a front passenger seat and me in the back behind her- she was turned around to look at me and she looked fresh, healthy and happy. I kept telling her how weird it was that she is dead, and for a moment it scared me and I started to fear that surge of passion and panic a bit and think about that really awful evil energy from the night she died but she didn't turn into a zombie and just looked at me annoyed about my change again and I checked myself and tried really hard to be brave and open and trust. That was the meat of the dream, but also there was some silliness. Earlier (before we got in the car), we'd all been thrown out of the bar for getting into a wonderful brawl and someone had punched out H's car window. Or maybe she had punched it out herself- I can't remember. It was all lively and ridiculous and we kept laughing.

In which I have a dream within a dream...

I'm sitting in the dining room of my childhood home. Mom is in the kitchen. I ask what's for dinner. She says I'll have to get one of my hens from my coop and bring it to her so she can chop its head off, clean it, and cook it for dinner. I argue that we can eat without killing one of my hens, and anyway it would be really messy to do that.

I try to make an analogy, so we go upstairs to my bedroom. I say, “so you are telling me that if I want a pair of jeans, I have to open this drawer and take R out and you’ll cut his head off and take the jeans off him?”

She says, “yes, that's exactly right." I open the drawer, and R is inside like Flat Stanley, folded up like a towel. I pull him out of the drawer and grab him by the shoulders as if he were a sheet and pop him open in the air where he inflates back to a normal person. He's normal sized R, wearing nothing but my jeans which are too small for him, but he's sleeping.

Then Mom and I are back in the kitchen with R sleeping on the table. I feel violently angry so I get right up in mom's face and scream, “Do it! I dare you to do it! I want to see if you’ll do it!”

She has a big knife in one hand and a giant grape in another. She bites the grape in half and then shoves the other half into my mouth, saying, “This grape tastes just like Smuckers Grape Jelly!”

The grape grows in my mouth until I can’t talk anymore. Mom is still laughing, knife in hand. I can't talk or scream.

All of a sudden, I hear the opening guitar licks of Ziggy Stardust, and I say to my mother, “K's calling- that's the ring tone I've set for her. I’m asleep”.

Everything in the dream pauses like it's a movie. I walk past my frozen mother and sleeping R, and I look out the back door. Our house is now up in the sky- there are only clouds beyond the patio. I step to the edge of the patio and look down to see myself sleeping in my adult bed in my adult house with my cell phone ringing Ziggy Stardust next to me. I try hard to will myself to move and wake up, but I don't move.

So, back up in the dream kitchen, I grab an Alphorn (one of those long Swiss pipe instruments that are curved up at the end) and I stick it out the door of the dream kitchen, across the patio, through the clouds until it stretches down down down into the my adult bedroom where its curved end rests next to my phone, right beside my sleeping body.

“Hello? K?” I shout into Alphorn, and this somehow enables me to answer the phone and we are able to talk. K tells me it is a bad connection and that she can barely hear me, and I explain that this is because I’m answering the phone from inside a dream. Then she explains why she called.

Apparently I had “liked” on Facebook a certain picture of her son EC that was taken over a year ago at her aunt's house. The problem with this is that she had lied to everyone in her family about having visited the aunt, and somehow my liking the picture made it visible and exposed the secret. So she wanted me to log on and comment on the picture something that indicated that I had actually taken EC over to aunt's house that day, not her.

I agree to do this from inside my dream, and I log onto Facebook but I can’t find the picture in question. Then K explains it was on a special Groups page on Facebook, not on one of our profiles, and that the group was a merged page of mine, hers and H’s. We had created this page that night we all three talked on the phone last year because (in dream logic) having a group Facebook page is the only way to have a three-way conversation. In the dream, it doesn’t occur to me that H is dead.

I find the picture of EC, but I can’t make a comment without first entering a password. K tells me that the password is The United States of (her name), and I tell her that's a stupid joke. She answers that she was stoned when she came up with it. I respond that I'm on Benadryl because of my allergies and that this is why I'm probably having such a weird dream.

Suddenly I'm holding that big empty plastic bottle of Benadryl from H’s house, and this scared the shit out of me and woke me up for real.

In which my backyard is full of snakes...

It's early morning. I step out my back door and notice a giant red and yellow striped snake slithering around near my wood pile. I run back inside for my camera and snap a picture. I stare at the snake to try to identify it, but it's like nothing I've ever seen before.

As I'm studying the snake, I hear E scream from across the fence. I run over to see what's the matter, and I nearly trip over a huge rat snake along the way. I don't want the red and yellow snake (whatever it is) to kill the rat snake since I like to attract rat snakes to my property. So I bend down and pick the rat snake up and carry it with me over to the fence to see what E is screaming about.

When I get there, I see that E is standing on top of a picnic table. There is an impossibly large cotton mouth wrapped around the table's legs. It is at least 30 feet long, and it surrounds the entirety of the table. Its head is raised up in striking position, and E is standing very still hoping it will not strike her. I see her dilemma, and I run back to my shed to get my shot gun. I rest the barrel of the shotgun on the fence and aim at the cotton mouth; I still have the rat snake in my left hand. I pump the shot gun, but the cotton mouth recognizes the sound and it unwinds itself and hurries off out of E's yard and into the field behind our houses.

E comes down from the table and walks over to the fence. I tell her about the unidentified red and yellow snake. She says it is probably a coral snake. I reply that it's far to big for that, that there is no black on it, and anyway, its stripes are longitudinal - head to tail stripes- not rings. She then starts to laugh at me for saying longitudinal. I think about it for a second to see if I've mixed up the word, but no I'm talking about longitude and not latitude. I tell her this, and she laughs at me even more. She says that I mean horizontal, not longitudinal, because we are talking about a snake- not the planet.

Then E asks what I'm holding in my hand. I say that it's a rat snake and that I want to place it in my garden behind the shed so that it will eat mice. But she just laughs again and says that it's not a snake at all. She's laughing so hard there are tears running from her eyes and she can hardly breath.

I look at my left hand and see that she's right. I'm no longer holding a big rat snake. Instead, I'm holding a giant penis.

I was going to transfer dormitory. I was checking my room. There are plenty to things to arrange. The color theme is blue. I also recall doing a front flip and hitting the back of my neck. I just stood up.

I was looking for bathroom.

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Notes:

- I saw stuff being brought down and up the elevator this evening.
- I slept around 8 pm, woke up around 11 pm. No alarm.
- Light was on.
- Thinking of moving.
- Needed to pee badly when I woke up.

I was playing Gothic 2. I was running around the mountains and chasing bandits.

I can control gravity with my hands. There's a giant evil menace terrorizing the city, and the avengers are there trying to deal with it. The avengers are huge like skyscrapers and I'm just normal sized. I know that I need to help them, so I'm trying to demonstrate my powers to someone "important" and work my way up the food chain, but the guy doesn't believe me/it's taking too long. The city is like the city from transistor sort of. My friend is telling me it's too dangerous, but I have to try to help. Until now I've only used my powers to try to change the trajectory of projectiles and dodge a giant crane that was trying to kill me, but now I need to think bigger. I start using it to run up the side of a building until I see all the avengers running towards the badguy. They're giants, so they're moving really slowly. I decide that it's time to see once and for all if I can fly. I try stretching out my hands and running/jumping, and it comes close enough to working (kind of like spiderman). I'm flinging myself through the air jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Every time I land it plays a note from the at&t poweron sound from my phone. My last landing hits the power button on a dell and I can hear the hdd spin up as it posts. Finally I'm close enough and I fling myself towards the badguy on the giant stage, and I manage to hit him! He's about the same size as I am and I'm going pretty fast. Then I look up and see that a giant flying gun thing has been headed towards me the whole time, and *thats* what the avengers are trying to stop, regardless of who put it in the air. It fires a weird biological projectile that has two parts side-by-side with nerve endings connecting them back to the gun so it can steer them, like torpedoes do. I know that I can use my gravity as a shield to keep everyone safe but it will probably kill me. I can't get to the projectiles in time but the gravity shield makes everything feel like it's in slow motion. Iron Man flies up and picks me up in his giant hand and flies me towards the projectiles, trusting I'll figure out a way to make it work. Giant explosion, no idea if it worked or not, the end. Possibly my most epic dream ever.

Great middle dream, and late BTS victory leading to a semi-lucid fairly long DEILD-like medley of sexy time

early:

+(f) (mostly forgot, overwritten by later epic): I'm on transport taking a trip to connecting transport, it's taking too long, the route is too circuitous, I vow next time I'll just walk to the station

+ (epic, interestingly: replayed a 2nd time, and completed) 1st time: on transport (bus?) seat for 2, woman asks to sit so me and my friend scoot to the right and she sits down to my right, (then a guy plops down right at her feet), arrive at airport in "Novosibirsk," leave in car, I think that it's a small town because you can see greenery/trees right outside the airport boundaries, observe dark heavy cloudy stormy skies, it's dark outside, car is open to the air, it's very cold, driving a bit, we get blocked by a wall of snow, look back, then back forwards and it's gone, through a gate our now cartoon-ish car is jumping up and down and licking something from the ground, inside the registration area there's strawberries and a chocolate fountain and more, trying to read the handwritten info slip in the car with all the instructions I needed, have trouble reading it); 2nd time: talking with son about woman on bus, he said she called me "Nose", I told him I thought I heard her mumbling something, at gate leading to our destination, lots of people walking towards gate to registration two girls race ahead to get in first and I swear at this, I step through person-door in gate, it's 30 minutes per person at registration, I expect and see a big line at registration when I walk in, I think we'll be here all night, I'm standing in the middle of line wearing a backpack [I cut?], I look back behind me but I don't want to go back to the end of the line, I want to quickly ask about my bank card because it (was declined?) and I don't want to wait in this long line only to be rejected, I'm served now at counter, I ask about the card, the clerk says the transaction company was bought, I say "oh because the company was bought that explains why my card failed?", he additionally says, "There was a disk I/O failure,". The guy is removing the perforated edge from around a (curved) form, I do this too but the perforated parts don't cleanly separate, I build up a handful of the removed edge, crumple it up, and put it on the ground (light colored tile?), I'm lying on ground [dream sign] and guy standing in skeleton mask comes up and asks me "Hey Tom [not my name], can I get a ride?", I answer "uh, yeah…who are you?", I have no idea who this guy is, I get a peek under the mask and sort of recognize him, but I'm thinking of the (B, Inc.) former colleague but it's not him. I look out the window up the hill to the (hotel? conference center?), it's huge and majestic, and ask about how to get there, how will I find where I'm going? I notice that room numbers are printed around the outside of the building and figure that will guide me.

+ on the computer: I want to get the build to work, it's my first day, I always have this goal at a new job, search, links, remote mode blue boxes require constant re-synchronization, I'd rather do the search myself; see AshSri (from KC) who tells me my open source contribution is 2.5 times higher on the popularity list now

Awake, review epic dream a long time, mind very active, check time, it's still fairly early, eventually BTS via meditation

+ gym: looking for bicep machine, some guys are working out nearby are they on that machine? No, it's just to them, I grab hold of the hand-holds and set the weight for 30 pounds, should be no trouble, but I can't budge it, hmm that's odd. See another stack of weights for a machine that is "counter balanced" by one of those large circular plates used for bench pressing, I think maybe this is the bicep machine but as I come around front I see it's an inclined sit-up bench

A nasty, topless, gigantic (way huge, like medicine-ball-sized)-boobed hooker half-propositioning me ("only $xxx" which I agree is a pretty good deal), the senator (old fat guy lying there) is her most frequent customer (check him for cleanliness?), senator's assistant pulls down the senator's pants and I half-heartedly look for signs of disease but not for long and move on.

+ Lying down, a really cute girl with short black hair enters room, I do a "finger hook" "come here" gesture and she does, and thus begins a fairly epic medley of semi-lucid DEILD sexy-times (at least 6 recalled, probably more);

Spoiler for sexy-time, 18+:

at one point in childhood home trying to find private place, return to my old bedroom but mother is in the middle of a complete rearrangement/remodel, think briefly about the shower; (short black-haired, one standing/talking (she's a bit afraid of me, I'm reassuring her, she had a bad experience before), one by wall on knees with exposed (ahem) that keeps inching away from me as I reach for her (but I make it), one in building room with sexy lip-pulling kisses, outside then inside childhood home, 2 on sidewalk. Last one on sidewalk it's like I'm giving instruction to somebody about dream sex at first, "Don't be picky, just grab the first one that comes along" which I do. I start talking to her while I'm feeling up her chest under her shirt (I'm lying down she's on top of me), I feel my dream body firming up into the dream, including my dream mouth while I'm speaking, turn her around for 69, anticipate her contact which I feel once OK, then again really intense, then wake up

I was in some sort of town. I was with some parkour people. We were jumping up and down walls/roofs/heights. I remember crawling along on top of the wall.

A dormitory of sorts. I was living with some people.

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Notes:

- Slept at 3 am, woke up with alarm at 8, but went to sleep again until 10 a.m.
- Drank Oishi Choco oats or something before sleep
- Shimmy-dropped from heights yesterday during parkour training. It was scary.