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YEAH! My first properly lucid dream in aaaages, well sorta. I'm not to sure how to describe it, but I wasn't fully lucid, and my dream control abilities sucked, but I definitely knew I was dreaming. I also (pretty sure) got to talk with my dream guide for the first time . This is my only lucid whic hadn't ended within 30 seconds, yet this was also probably my lucid with the least 'explosive' awareness, it was more of a different kind of awareness, not sure if there's a link there but I will investigate.

The dream started with me in bed, and even though it felt real I decided to d a reality check, and surprise surprise I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I kept on telling myself I'm dreaming I'm dreaming etc and I looked at my hands in a bit of an effort to stabilize my dream. I was surprised by how real the dream seemed, and since my lucidity wasn;t very high I had to continually affirm to myself I was dreaming. I realized the light level was really low so I tried yelling out 'more light' and 'more lucidity' but it didn't really do much. I remembered the 'memory: forgotten fundamental' thread a little bit and I tried to remember where I was sleeping and in what house, and It seemed t come to me easily, but in retrospect I remembered the wrong house. I remembered the house which the dream was taking place (my mum's house) not where I was sleeping currently (my dad's house) hehe. I decided to go on dreamviews (idk why lol, wasn't very lucid hehe) and I saw a thread about something or other nd I posted about the dream I was having (again weird , may have lost some lucidity here). In response a guy gave me some advice. I then got the inkling he was my dream guide, so I asked him what my real name was and whether he was my dream guide (a big goal for me), but he replied that although yes he was my dream guide (!!!) I had to wait for my true name. I was a bit disappointment at that, and I think I lost some lucidity here as well as I browsed some other threads on DV.
The interesting thing with my DG though was I'm not sure whether I was talking to him in person or he was putting video responses on my DV posts or what, as although I'm sure I read his responses I could see him as well saying them. I could see a badger man (person with big badger head and badger fur/claws etc. instead of hands) wearing a creamy old style cap, red sweater vest and white shirt and pants playing golf.
After this I was back sitting in my bed, and I decided t give another go at a bit of dream control. I realized how long the dream had gone and I thought I wanted to end it soon, so I tried willing that to happen, didn't work. I spun around but that didn't do much, then I jumped over backwards and that did the trick, except instead of waking me up it just ended the dream and my lucidity. My last thought was about remembering my dream, but I think what I did counteracted this as I know I've forgotten a fair amount of this dream
Ps. On a side note for some reason during the dream I 'remembered' that I had had a mini LD last night as well which I had woken straight up to, which I'm pretty sure didn't happen as I remembered about 5 fragments from last night and I doubt I had that mini LD but who knows, maybe I forgot it.

I dreamed I was laying on the ground in my yard, when I looked up and saw a javelina right next to me. I tried to get up and found that I was caught on something and couldn't move. I held really still because the javelina looked quite intimidating. In fact, the more I looked at it the more it started looking like those huge prehistoric pigs with the long snouts and huge teeth.

Well I was awake in the night and decided to try to WILD. I laid there and counted and told myself I would lucid dream. I got to the point where you start getting the little snippets of dream voices. I had been thinking about Tom DeLonge's interview before I started the WILD, so at some point at the latter end of my counting when I am feeling like I am transitioning I start hearing Tom's voice. I can't understand what he is saying. He was just chattering along as if to someone in the next room. I have the brief thought that his voice was like the chattering he told about in his interview. The other thought was "Cool, maybe this means Tom will be here when I fully enter my lucid dream."

I also remember seeing little ripples of light move across my vision from left to right like little waves lapping the shore.

But, unfortunately, that was the end. I didn't stay conscious enough to enter my dream in a lucid state. And I faded away to non-lucid dreams.

But it wasn't a complete waste of time. It had been a while since I had attempted to WILD, and I can say that I successfully made it to the hypnogogia stage. I really need to do this more often.



Quote from Tom's interview:

I woke up right around three a.m. My whole body felt like it had static electricity, and I open my eyes and the fire is still going, and there's a conversation going on outside the tent. It sounded like there were about 20 people there, talking. And instantly my mind goes, OK, they're at our campsite, they're not here to hurt us, they're talking about shit, but I can't make out what they're saying. But they're working on something. Then I close my eyes and wake up, and the fire is out and I have about three hours of lost time.


I get everyone up first thing in the morning and go, "Did anybody hear all the chatter last night? I couldn't move my body, I was stuck there. I couldn't hear anything." And one of the guys I was with goes, "Yes! They were all around our tent, they were talking. I told you!" And the other guy slept right through it. He had no idea what we were talking about. [laughs] It sounded like English, but you couldn't make out any words. You knew you weren't threatened, you couldn't move your body, but you were very aware of the conversation going on for a period of time.


PAPERMAG: Blink-182 Co-Founder Tom DeLonge Goes Deep on UFOs, Government Coverups and Why Aliens are Bigger than Jesus

The other night, I had a REALLY weird dream. My dad told my family that we were moving to North Dakota. NOOOO!!!!!!! I don't want to leave all my friends! We were very disappointed, so I told all my friends I was moving and they just said, "Okay." That's it. When my family was in North Dakota, we moved in with the Brady Bunch in a little shack that had one bathroom. In the middle of the night, Jan was itching her butt and said she had hemorrhoids, so I had to look under the sink for the Tucks but I couldn't find them. Then I woke up.

NON LUCID
*I looked of this gaint window on a space ship staring into deep space. I remember thinking that wow it is so much easier to meditate in space.

I was in some sort of building. Hotel or restaurant, not quite sure. I lost a lot of the dream when I woke up.

I was looking for the bathroom. I found one but was afraid that the place is dirty. Turned out it is. The toilet still has crap in it that the previous person didn't flush. It seems the flush does not work.

NOTES:

- Slept during the afternoon, no alarm
- Took phenylephrine because of the annoying sinusitis
- Kept waking up and falling asleep
- Went to sleep listening to meditation from default mode
- Watched "Trick" before sleeping so that might have affected the crap part

This was a very exotic dream of which I think I remember 10%

I was back tutoring varsity, but the lifts wouldn't reach my class room. My supervisor tutor had fired me because I couldn't reach the students. Next I am in a glass spa bath with a flying fox (aka ZIP line going somewhere). I just want to relax in the spa but there's no plug for it and the spa just remains empty. I decide to somehow dangerously slide over the edge of the spa which is perched really high above the ground.

That's all I remember but I know I forgot so much more!!!

what had happened was that it was a dystopian future where a father had been seperated from his daughter and he was traveling to find her but he had to go through city guards which was me and roro. wen he got through he went to where she was being taken care of by a nice lady and he stated to like her and he went on an inside picnic with her had cheese and wine

Don't recall much but my dreams are getting vivider so I guess this is what I gotta do now :3

Dream 1 :[COLOR="#800080"] I'm in a bus with a muscular asian guy that seems to be my husband. There's a kid (boy) jumping around on all the seats. It then suddenly transforms into a baby and I hold him in my hands. I can't stop staring at him and at the asian guy and then we start to compare our looks with the baby. Seemed like it was ours. After this, all I remember is going to a wedding with them and everybody welcomes me, my asian husband and the kid. We seem like a pretty respected family. [/COLOR]


Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]I am with my sister in a pet shop. I look around and I see an old woman petting and kissing some swimming hamsters. I suddenly hear a loud sound and the owner of the shop tells me that something bad happened. I see a necklace on the floor, I grab it and then run. I get teleported in this hall that has one room at the end. I run and open the room and there's another hall with ANOTHER room at the end. I open that too and then I see this white room with some keys inside the keyhole and when I try to open it this dude with a bazooka shoots me in the head. [/COLOR]

Dream 3 (fragment) :[COLOR="#800080"] I'm in a mall that looks very futuristic and there's some old lady near me drinking hot chocolate and I beg her for something.. don't recall what.[/COLOR]

Previous: Lesson 1 dream
Next: Talk to Principal

Color Code: Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid, Waking life notes

2/18/2015

My approach for the ongoing goal of attending a lucid dreaming school is to assume when I am lucid that I am already in the school and have a lesson test to perform. This one wasn't quite as interesting as the first one, but I think it can still count as another beginner lesson.

I am seated at a table, meditation and in a trance-like sleep, (or sleep-like trance).Now I know I'm dreaming. A man is holding me an says "You know everything and everything is terrible." I laugh and say "that's good," and want to remember it.
Now, perhaps less lucid, I am looking for an attractive woman to have sex with, but all I see are old women and young girls.
I do find find a lady who I think I use to know, and we do some stuff until I wake up.

I don't move and I am able to re-enter the dream. This one is also mostly about sex. Halfway through, the woman begins to change shape. Her head turns into a container-like object and she shrinks to doll size, and becomes very skinny. I try to take back control of the dream, but it doesn't work and I wake up again.

I stay still in bed and begin to dream as I repeat the phrase "I am dreaming..." It begins to sound strange, like a deep buzzing, vibrating sound. I also feel vibration in my body and I hear instramental music. I feel happy and I sit up in bed. I know I am dreaming and this time I remember my goal.
I get up and say that I want to be or that I am in a dream school, then clarify and say "lucid dream school," and I ask "what's my lesson?"
I am alone in a dark room. I say/decide/determine that my lesson's goal is "to get out of this damn box room."
(I have had many lucid dreams in which I am alone in a house and unable to find anyone, so this seems like a good test for me).
I go through a door and find another, smaller room with two beds. The room is all one color, blue or maybe green. I say "a dead end..." and then realize it isn't. There are at least three doors. I take the one on the left.

In a hallway, I find a door with light shining through the bottom, so I know it's the right way. I open the door and go out. Now I'm in a place that resembles a mall or shopping center, with lots of stores. I go into one and look at some stuff. I see a T-shirt that reads "I heart (a person's first and last name)," with a painting of a truck. I think it must be the name of the truck.
There are some dolls hanging up. They are your traditional big eyed little girl in a dress and pigtails sort of dolls. One of the doll's eyes move. I say to it "that's creepy, but I'm not scared of you because I know this is a dream!" I am pointing my finger at the doll.

Back outside, I see a creepy man walking by. There is something inhuman about him. There are other people around who also seem off, and I have a feeling there are aliens among them.
I lose my lucidity and find a friend burning a Batman hoody in a large panini grill. I grab the hoody and save it. I am sleep walking and see myself in third person. I say something that doesn't make sense and try to climb a decorative wall. The friend leads me away.
I lay on the floor next to a bench and wake up to write down my dreams.

Hard to say for sure if I passed this lesson. I feel that the main objective was to get out of the house and find some other people. I did manage to get out, and I sort of found other people, but they didn't feel like the right kind of beings. So, it's a half pass, I guess.

1. I was walking around in a place that had a red sky and red stone bricks for the ground. Nobody I knew was with me, and I was all by myself. There are plenty of random people walking around me, just minding their own business. Suddenly everything turns to chaos. The sky starts raining down fire, an earthquake starts, and lava starts flowing out of the ground. "Dear God, it's the end of the world" I thought.
I retreated into a small one story shop like building and hid inside. Once I got inside I went to sit down in a corner for protection. I had no idea what was going to happen. I looked outside through the big glass windows that stretched from the ceiling of the shop to the bottom, and I could see everything. People were running everywhere like they were going crazy. I felt a great fear inside of me, but at the same time I also felt security. I started to pray.
"Dear God, I know I may have not been the best Christian, but please, please take me to heaven God" I prayed. I started to cry. This all felt as real as day(Usually in occasions like this I would definitely do a reality check, since the end of the world only happens once. However, I didn't get much sleep the night before so this nap put me into REM). Suddenly I am shot with fire and I can feel myself start to die. I began thinking that I would go to hell since I'm not that good of a person in my eyes. "God please!" I cried as I felt myself slipping from "reality" and into the unknown.

17 February 2015

I and two other people were lead through a dark forest to a summer camp, as we passed through the gate and onto the camp grounds I noticed to my right a large garden of over sized eyeballs. If there was more to the eyes then it would be obvious that they all were expressing different emotions, some were squinting, some were wide open, and some blinked a couple of times. I stared at them, noticing all the different colors of them. It was strange.

When a camp director came to us and greeted us I asked her what the hay those even were. She smiled at me and responded, "those eyes each belong to a member of the camp faculty."

Next she bent down and picked up the closest eye, a sky blue one...well more like the black object it was in anyway. "This one is mine." she says.

A yellow tulip appears in her right hand and she holds it close to her face, it could barely be seen but I noticed a yellow powder fly out of it. The director looked down at it and then at the eye she was holding, next thing I knew it lifted out of the object it had been laying in and drifted a few inches away from the director.

It felt like my mouth dropped open, I stared in amazement at the eye. How is she making it levitate like that?

Then the dream ended...

-I played with a new puppy and my older sister told me to give him sufficient white iron supplement with his food.The iron looked messy like powder and pills all clumped together so i didn't think it was a good idea to give him it.

-The place around me was covered with snow and I was in front of a building. There was a news reporter guy and a man who was familiar with the building. The man familiar with the place opened the gate to the back of the building and as soon as i started walking inside he told me to come back.When i came back i saw a deflated huge black and blue super hero like hand. The news reporter asked what he was going to do with it. The other guy said he was going to pump air into the hand that he created. As soon as he did it got bigger and bigger until he stopped.

(I become lucid in the 10th paragraph, not counting this one. I guess I should start doing that color-coding thing.)

It's the 1960's and I'm part of the civil right's movement. There's a rivalry between me and woman who's got the stereotypical tan safari clothes on, and keeps trying to kill me, treating me as if I'm a rare animal to become a trophy. I keep encountering her, fighting her, and narrowly getting away, until one night, it's me and a whole bunch of other people in the civil rights movement (I think it might have been some kind of gathering or meeting) in a room, and the safari lady comes in and shuts the door, trapping us and herself. There's so many of us that we overpower her quickly, and we gravely consider killing her, because that's the only way we think she'll stop trying to kill us (I didn't even remember the police existed at this point - though I honestly don't know how much the police would have done for civil rights activists in the 60's). While we're holding her down, she smiles/grimaces at us, saying that we've won, and we should kill her, because otherwise, she won't stop until we're all dead. Three of us are holding her down and another one hits her hard on the temple, killing her. I'm basically weeping at this point. There is a long moment of solemnity and sadness felt by everyone in the room at this point.

However, everyone slowly brightens, and decides to celebrate instead, because apparently this was a huge step in gaining equal rights. There's partying, and down the hall they're making hamburgers with a bunch of different crazy ingredients. Since I know food often makes me feel better, I go down there and check it out. There's one person standing at the only hamburger-making space available, making hamburgers for the two or three other people in the room. They request hamburgers with nutella, peanut butter, this stuff that is like strawberry-flavored nutella, and more. I pick out a reese's peanut butter cup brand peanut butter (which is sweeter than regular peanut butter) and some chocolate spread of the same brand. However, I can't really get the chef's attention, and I feel ignored and unwanted (feelings I struggle with in real life.) I trudge back to the party room and sit behind the couch. I sit there because I want to kind of "hide" behind the couch, you know? That's where I want to be while I sulk and feel bad about myself. However, I find that the floor is too uncomfortable. I get up and lie down at the edge of the couch with one leg up over the corner of the back of the couch. I'm not really upside-down, but I am in an awkward position. I fall asleep.

In my dream-within-a-dream, I'm hanging out with Finn and Jake from Adventure Time. I don't really remember much, except that I can stretch (but not expand) like Jake, and whenever I consume certain items, I get bigger. My plan is to eat a whole bunch of these items, getting really big, and then squashing myself back to normal size. This way, I can "expand" like Jake whenever I want to (being limited by how big I can get myself from eating things). I'm having trouble finding anything I can actually eat. Finn comes over to say something to me, but right at that moment, I'm looking at a menu that projects from my forehead (like Pearl in Stephen Universe) and I see a button that says "descend from above" or something like that. I say, "hmm, what's this do?" and I press it before Finn can say anything. Objects start falling fast from the sky in blue streaks. I say, "oh, well, that makes sense." But they're hitting and hurting people (nothing serious), so I feel bad about it. I go to collect one, and it turns out that I can consume these (I don't say "eat" 'cause it wasn't really the same thing)! I pick up as many as I can, but it isn't much, and very soon the shower ends and the remaining grounded objects disappear. I have one more use left on the button, so I use it again.

But this time, to collect them all and protect the people who got hurt by them last time, I stretch myself thin over the whole area, catching every single falling-star-thing. I'm satisfied. Finn comes next to me, and we're standing on a hill, alone, watching as the rest of my body catches the falling stars. Finn says, gently, "Hey man.. are you ok?"

And I say just as gently, "Yeah.... Yeah, right now, I think I am."

Then I wake up from my dream-within-a-dream back into my regular dream. It's light (when I fell asleep it was dark). I sit up. There are still a few stragglers left from the party, talking, eating their last bits of hamburger, and getting ready to leave. I get up and realize that the party was in my living room (though different from my real one save for the window and two couches). When it was dark, I didn't realize just where we were. I walk down a road downhill and I see this crazy-looking roller coaster. A guy who presumably works for whoever owns it enthusiastically comes over to me, tells me how amazing the ride is, then "shows me a video" of it in action. When he "shows me a video", what really happens is that my view is suddenly placed in an empty seat of the ride. As he describes the ride to be in false enthusiasm (the kind you hear in commercials, y'know?) I at first am only watching the view while standing where I was, but eventually, it feels like my body is actually on the ride. It kind of goes like this until I AM on the ride.

I like roller coasters, but I don't like this one. It went so fast and hard that the weird corkscrews hurt my back, and we went upside down in violent ways that lasted too long that hurt my neck. I tried multiple methods of sitting in that seat, but no matter what, the coaster kept hurting me. Finally, it ended and we all got out. I noticed while on the ride that I seemed to be the only girl on the whole coaster. As we got out, guys were coming up to me and asking who I was, where I had come from, etc. Non-maliciously. They were just curious, since they had all come together and suddenly there was this stranger on the ride. I felt my usual stress and vulnerability as I was crowded by a bunch of older (early 20's) men, and I made my excuses and left. However, one of the guys followed me, because he wanted to talk to me some more. We go into a room and he says something (I don't remember what), and I respond in a male voice. I try to act normal, but inwardly, I'm so happy and relieved. I didn't really know I was in a dream, per se, but I knew enough that what was happening wasn't real in some way. I happily took on my role as a male, stress and fear melting away. It felt very nice to talk to a guy without worrying about the usual stuff.

So I don't remember how it transitions, but I have this sentient object whose name I think was Sally. Sally can transform into different objects, but she rarely listens to me. I have her with me as I go to the entrance of this really fancy mansion with a closed gate. There is a tiny pond in front, outlined in rocks and surrounded then by a fancy driveway/walkway paved in shiny, smooth, white stone, the irregular shapes fitting together so you could hardly feel the cracks with your fingers. A butler passes by on the other side of the lake, leaving the mansion - I assume after a day's work. He glances into the pond and says, "oh, a turtle," and keeps walking. I, however, look into the pond, and say excitedly, "oh! A turtle!" It's a large (too large for a real one of its species, truthfully) musk turtle, and it's sitting just under the water on the rocks, so I lean over and grab it without getting very wet at all. I set it down on the pavement and look at it, and the butler guy briefly comes over and looks at it to, interested.

There are some shenanigans with Sally that I don't really remember. She's a serious "person" and doesn't let me use her for much riffraff. At some point, me and I think the guy I met earlier, are at the door of my grandparent's house. We're there to visit my parents and grandparents because it's apparently "the holidays". It's not anything like their real door or house. However, the door has lights on it that spell out something about cutting hair or a barber shop, so I rationalize the differences by figuring that they just took the door from my grandpa's old barbershop and used it as their own. (This doesn't explain the house's differences, though my grandpa really did own a barbershop not long ago). For some reason that I don't remember, I voluntarily have Sally turn into a chain and choke me. I walk away from the door and explain to my friend that I'll be right back, but I obviously don't want my parents to see me while Sally is choking me. When she stops (I don't remember where she goes, but she's with me somehow), I go back to the door and we knock. We're quickly greeted by my grandparents, and we come in.

The inside is very reminiscent of my other grandparents' home, but smaller. In real life, my other grandparents no longer own that home, but I don't find anything odd about it then. It's very nice and warm and all-around feel-good. I greet my grandparents, and I see my mom sitting on the couch with the dog/cat carrier we have next to her on the couch. I see our old dog running around excitedly on the ground. I greet and hug my mom, and I think about how sad it is to see the dog. I always end up seeing her alive in my dreams, and on special occasions like holidays we'll revive her, but she died a while ago, so it's very sad. I think that that doesn't sound right. I think, how do we revive her on special occasions? Wouldn't the body be quite broken down by now? Then I realize that we don't ever revive her on special occasions. She's really dead for good, and this is therefore a dream. I do a reality check (hold my nose and breathe in) just to make sure, and I'm correct. I stand up and face the wall, about to leave. My parents say something about how I shouldn't go yet because I just got there, and I say something like, "Sorry, no, this is a lucid dream, bye~!". I do a reality check as I'm leaping away through the wall, just to make sure it's a dream and I'm not really ditching my parents.

It should be noted that when I was visiting them, it was as if I was in my early 20's and living alone, so I really was just "visiting". In reality, I'm in my teens, and I'm still living with them.

I leap through this grey-white void with light snowfall around me, and I find myself on a city street, empty except for one dog. I don't remember exactly what happens, but the dog is sentient and if I recall correctly, it (he) recognizes me as another dog, and tells me to "come on". Obliging, I get on all fours and run after him. I'm pleased with my ability to do this since it's so hard in my dreams to shape my body into one that can actually run like a dog. I'm not quite perfect at it. My legs are still a little too long and I have to run on the tips of my fingers, and I can't go very fast. My dog friend (who seemed maybe like some kind of husky, iirc) told me to hurry up, and I told him that my legs were too long. Understanding, he and I go up to a building that specializes in plastic surgery for dogs. We go in and I explain that I need my legs shortened, my arms elongated, my fingers shortened, and the "pads" on both my hands and feet to be more pronounced, all so I could run better/feel more like an actual dog. The two workers there (who were also dogs - I don't remember one of the breeds, but one was a female poodle. The one I was talking to was a male - maybe a bulldog? He was kind of stuffy) talked to me about what I needed done, and my friend went ahead and requested some improvements too, but I don't remember what. He asked us our breeds, and my friend said "husky". I had kinda thought before that I felt sort of like a great dane (though I wasn't that big, iirc). So I was going to say that, then I remembered the heart problems great danes have in real life, so I didn't feel comfortable saying that. I thought huskies were cool since they were "closer to wolves", so I said, "half great dane.... half husky." The dog I was talking to seemed to accept that begrudgingly, with a sort of "sure, okay, whatever," air.

(At some point as we're in there, another dog flies in w/ a helicopter type of contraption attatched to her back (like dogcopter from Steven Universe) and frantically says something about how she (or maybe it was one of her pups) NEEDS an operation NOW. I'm disappointed because I assume that'll take precedent instead of my own problems, but somehow I am still able to be immediately tended to. I think 1-3 of her pups might have flown in with her? I don't really remember much. The poodle that was working there was white-furred, and I think this was a black-furred poodle.)

We go to downstairs to his desk, which is lit only by a single naked bulb swinging from the middle of the ceiling, and a small desk lamp. The basement is mostly storage, with a small area near the stairs cleared away of boxes to make room for the desk. He sits down and slides over something that's sort of like the ink pads you press stamps into (or now that I think about it, more like those pads you press your keys into to make a copy). It was dark-colored and just wide enough for what he asked us to do. He told us to give him the prints of all four of our paws. My friend did it first, but then it busted our enemy! I think it might have been the safari lady again. My friend fought her as I quickly made the prints for my paws. There was another print that my friend had made that I don't remember him asking for, and I tried a few times to replicate it, but I had a hard time (I think I got it the last time though, thankfully, since I didn't have any more room left the make prints). I then turned to fight her. We were both struggling, but then, the plastic surgeon dogs made their move! They somehow did it remotely. As I was fighting, I felt the skin of my legs pinch together as if they were invisibly marking where they were going to operate, and the same sort of thing happened with my other body parts that needed modified.

Then, I felt my legs snap-crunch shorter, and my arms elongated in an abrupt fashion. I was getting better at maneuvering and fighting the lady, then. My fingers shortened, my pads got more pronounced. Whatever my friend asked for happened to him to. After that, we went from struggling to dominating, and we kept fighting, pressing our enemy back. It felt very cool. I think when my modifications were complete, I thought triumphantly and half-jokingly, "now.. I am a DOG!"

Unfortunately, I didn't get to experience much more fun as a dog, because I woke up. However, right before I did, (and I knew I was waking up soon), I remembered about the task of the month. I very quickly grabbed a green rubber toy crocodile from one of the storage boxes and set it down on the ground. I assumed it was sentient, so it was. While it was looking away, I scratched it across the side of its snout, and then as it looked back, I pointed to my friend and said, "He did it!" He looked at me incredulously and said, "What??" I knew it wasn't much, but it would have to do. Then I woke up.

I felt kind of "fuzzy", and I squinted into the warm, sunshine-colored room, not wanting to get up.

...And then I woke up for real, because apparently the first time was a false awakening.

PS: Bulldogs aren't healthy breeds either, iirc. It's kind of odd to say that here but I feel like I should. At least english bulldogs aren't. I don't know much about the other kinds.

Date: 2/18/2015
Method: MILD & WBTB (along with ADA & RC/RRC)
Total sleep time: only 4hours, work schedule is chaotic at this time.

Dream
I colleague of mines sick in RL, she was in my dream from last night and she had just returned back to work. In RL she wears her hair short and platinum blonde but in the dream, her short hair was a jet black. She also is an older woman and in my dream she was very young...almost like a young teen-age girl.

Fragment
Something about my MAC Cosmetic powder puff being ripped to shreds.

Fragment
I dreamt that I was entering my classroom getting ready to lecture my students. I had my it into the class room right on the nose. In RL I am very strict on my students coming into my class late so they are heavily penalized for being late. In the dream as I was coming in the door and the students were all seated in their seats and one of them looked at the clock behind her on the wall and said, "Your late." I told her I was not late and that I was right on time. Class starts at 2:05pm and it was 2:05pm. In real life I tell my students if they are on time then that means they are late.

The strange thing about this fragment I had last night is that it actually happened today! Freaked the hell out of me. I went into my classroom at 2:05pm because I was trying to print something before class had started and I was having trouble with the printer. Upon entering the class (just like in the dream) a female student said, "Your late." I told her, "I am not late, I am right on time because class starts at 2:05pm and it is 2:05pm." I stopped dead in my tracks and thought to myself, "Is this a dream?" Of course I did a quick 'mental' reality check of levitation as I got ready to call the class roster....Damn! It wasn't a dream, but how cool is this!