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All I remember in this dream is a tiny fragment that had Justin, Alex and Max Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place. I might have been one of them in the dream.

Edit: I just remembered another part of the dream. I was at the mall I usually go to, and we went to Starbucks. Also, some time after or before that part I was at home and my mom wouldn't let me go to a sleepover because she was too stressed. I got sad and mad and told her she wouldn't let me go to the last one either, and just because there's so much going on it doesn't mean that I shouldn't have fun with my friends. (I'm home schooled so I don't see my friends every day.)

I was in my school. First I was at maths lesson, and then I went to forestry lesson. Teacher told me that there is important job to do, and I was chosen to do it. He told me to go to the warehouses behind the school building. Other workers would tell me what to do then. When I was going there, I saw that other students also had to go to the warehouses.

*I recall only brief moments of two more dreams.*

LUCID DREAM # 9 - SECOND WILD SUCCESS

December 25, 2014: Megavitamin, 5-HTP, 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline: WILD #2: I am at a desk in an office or a classroom type setting. There is a dream character, an overweight, middle-aged caucasian man in a dark sweater sitting in a chair at the left corner of my desk facing to my right as I face him from my chair behind the desk. He seems not particularly intelligent and is essentially non-responsive when I try and engage him in conversation. He ignores me even when I throw a pencil at him and hit him in the chest. I direct my attention further into the room. There is a woman who looks like a teacher. She is standing to the left of a large, square “blackboard” which is really an LCD television. She holds a wood pointer in her right hand, but the screen, although illuminated, is blank. I wake. One of my shortest and least eventful LD's ever.

December 25, 2014: Non-Lucid: I am in the operating room with L. C. I am on the assistant’s side of the table. The disinterested surgeon is sitting in a chair in the room as we obtain hemostasis in anticipation of closing the mammoth chest (the size of an oil tank!) of the patient. There are lap pads stuffed everywhere inside the patient, maybe 20 - 30 or more. There are numerous arterial and venous bleeders on the chest wall, and the surgeon does not want us to use Weck clips on them. Despite this, upon discussion with L., I start applying Weck clips to some medium and large venous bleeders and one weak arterial bleeder by picking them up with a forceps. One of the exposed veins I pick up is very long, about 3 cm, white and sclerotic in appearance. I advise the circulating nurse that there are a shit-ton of laps in the patient, so she had better start counting early. I wake.

3rd night in a row remembering my dreams! I'm on a roll!
wrote in waking journal & drank apple juice last night

-I was in math class. Danielle missed the first days of class so she wanted me to teach her. I was trying to learn up to chapter 3 in the math book.
-I saw two famous youtubers outside the library. Also saw an old man, not dressed for winter, rollerblading on the path even though there was snow on the ground.

It was Christmas Eve(it is Christmas Eve!). My mom wanted me to go to the store to get frosting for some reason. So I went to Pick N Save and picked up some vanilla frosting. When I got to the checkout, the checkout lady acted like I was applying for a job there and told me I would have to take a quiz and have good social skills. She was wearing a Winter Park t-shirt and I was wondering why since we were in my hometown, not up north. A man dressed in all black came up to me and said he wanted to come over. I'd never met him before and I just wanted to get away from him. I told him we were having family over for dinner at 6(also true in RL). It was currently 5:30. My mom showed up and it seemed like she didn't mind him coming over, although he ended up not following us home. Now it was my mom, Aunt MJ, grandma, and some other people and they were all walking home from the store. We were going the wrong way. "Where are we going?" I asked. A few of them just raised their hand in the air instead of answering me. I thought that was rude. I asked again, annoyed. My mom told me we were going a different way that was less slippery for grandma. OKay then.

Then I appeared on a small wooden boat. Someone there was telling me to play violin, even though I've never played before. I began setting it up and my friends appeared(Allie P. and someone else). We all started rocking the boat and it wouuld flip over and then flip back. One time it flipped over and we were all trapped underwater, but we were all still laughing and having fun. But this time the boat didn't flip back over and instead started sinking. We made it to the surface. I tried to swim back down to get my purse but it sank down too deep.

I woke up with the some "Weaknesses" By Blue October playing in my head.

I was in a place jeep station of sort. I rode the jeep to go somewhere. There were other options/directions. I arrived in a different area with stores/shops. Someone suggested to me not to rent a store on the second floor because the location isn't good. I was on the ground floor with other people. Atheists? We were waiting for the store on the second floor to open. Or rather, the wood staircase was taken down because they were still closed.

NOTES:

- Only had around 5 hours of sleep
- I've been waking up around 15 minutes before the alarm the last few days.

[If anyone has seen "The Babadook" then you will know that "The Babadook" is the physical representation of one woman's grief after her husband died whilst taking her to hospital to deliver her child. My mother recently died, which is why the Babadook is involved in this dream]

The Babadook is about... we realise the only way to defeat it is to show it no fear - to scream threats at it, to attack it with all the ferocity we can muster and not hold back. No sooner have we defeated it than my Dad succumbs to it. He is pinned halfway up a wall, the Babadook is whipping his left arm incredibly hard, until I find I am the one controlling the whip, and putting all my strength into it. A way to counter the Babadook is to do a tennis back-hand serve in the same direction as the whip, which I do.
Dad wakes up in the morning with a scar on his wrist which circles all the way around and joined itself. Dad's friends are laughing because Dad doesn't remember anything of the happenings last night because, as he says: "Haha, I must've been pissed!" and everybody laughs because that's what Dad says when he's been drinking the night before.

My dear mother in-law passed away in Nov 28, 2001, and her Birthday is Nov 29. I really wanted to wish my mother in-law ‘Happy Birthday’, in a lucid dream, the morning of Nov 29, 2014. I went through all my lucid dream preparations, mantras, and WBTB. My mantra was, “I will realize when I’m dreaming, and I will be with my mother in-law. Pull me out please! Hug time!” Here’s what happened.

In this dream I was driving my snowmobile across thin ice, and soon all the ice disappeared, and then I was driving on top of the water. I use to do this in my younger days, so I didn’t panic during the dream when the ice disappeared. I drove the machine up onto the shore near the canoe docks, and stepped off. Suddenly three sleeping bags appeared on the ground right beside me, the snowmobile disappeared, and then I was standing inside a room. I instantly became lucid, but there was one problem, I could only see out one eye! In an effort to improve clarity, I ripped a piece of carpet off the floor and rubbed it with my hands. My vision came back to my blind eye, and the clarity was decent.

There were about 10 people sitting chairs, all huddled together alongside a wall. They all had rain ponchos on with the hoods up over their heads, and I couldn’t see their faces. Nobody was looking at me, and then one fellow turned his head and looked at me, and when I looked back at him, he quickly looked away. Thinking back, he looked a lot like my mother in-law’s dad. Then I remembered my plan to meet with my mother in-law, so I called out her name loud and clear. To my surprise, one of the people sitting alongside the wall jumped up, pulled her poncho hood down, and ran over to me. It was my dear mother in-law! I haven’t seen my mother in-law in 13 years, and I was really taken back. I can’t even begin to describe what I saw and felt. My jaw dropped, she looked exactly the same, except she was about 50 years old (she passed at 60). I said, “You were sitting right there the whole time?” She gave me a pleasant smile, but didn’t say anything. I immediately hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and told her, “I love you!” After that, I immediately woke up, but I was really wanted to stay and talk to her, and wish her Happy Birthday!

My brother's killed and drained a number of people in some public building in the desert, a rest stop or similar, but he has no memory of doing so. In fact when he saw the bodies he assumed they were my work - which would normally be a reasonable assumption, but since it's not true in this case, and since it seems there's something wrong with him, we've been having a very frustrating conversation. We left in a hurry and now he's assuring me that there's no need for me to make excuses, he's always understood that occasional lapses in self-control are an unavoidable part of my nature, none of them blame me for it. Thanks for that note, but that's really not the issue here.

Meanwhile, back in that building in the desert, my brother's leftovers have woken up and managed to find their way outside. They're huddled together, not really aware of their surroundings, barely able to move - more like zombies really. Torn clothes, bloodstains, visibly dead. There was a woman just outside the building when they found their way out the door, and the one in front managed to grab her and drink her despite her struggles, and once he's had his fill he passes her back over his head, one-handed, to the next.

He walks into the desert, away from the little horde, looking slightly more aware now, and he walks straight up to the mangled body of another vampire lying in the dirt, trying to pull himself together and looking rather pitiful. This one actually is my work. Leftover asks mangled body what he (leftover) is. Mangled body informs him he's a vampire.

The leftover says, "I'm a what? Oh, fuck." Utter disgust at the ridiculousness of this. Disembodied, I'm thinking how much I love the modern reaction.

Non lucid drips & drabs...

two nights ago - looking through fleeces at the shop.

last night.

I went out the fire door at the shop , I stood there for whatever reason and then I noticed that the entire close was covered in dogs jobbies. One of them was about three foot long - disgusting! I stepped back into the shop and was a bit worried I had stood in the stuff.

I was waiitng for my sister inlaw to turn up at the shop. She eventually arrived. Her hair looked greasy. I put something into a bag for her and she said 'Will I need to give you petrol money?' I told her no tae be so daft...

*Important Background Information*

I have lots of goats. Does are girl goats and bucks are boy goats. Only two of the does are supposed to be pregnant right now. The bucks are separated from the does. Three goats especially are not supposed to get pregnant: Luna, because her health is too frail; Lily, because she's too small; and Bella, because she's too young (and too small.) It wouldn't be a disaster if the other does got pregnant, but it would if these three did.

*Actual Dream*

We let the bucks into the does' yard to breed Foo-Fee, one of the does who's supposed to get pregnant. I guess we really weren't thinking, because Luna was in heat (capable of being bred at that time) and we hadn't locked her up! Or Annabeth, either -- Annabeth can be bred without problems but we don't want to breed her this year. I guess we really weren't thinking, and then we realized we weren't thinking and tried to catch Luna but it was too late, so we just hoped all of our does didn't get pregnant. It was really weird because, why would we let the bucks in with the does if we didn't want them all pregnant?

I'm at home watching the news, people are in front of a building demanding explanations to the ones in the top floor, some kind of civil office. In my room I find a woman, she shows me a really tiny baby. Then I'm in the street going somewhere. The sky is all grey and the city looks like a heavy storm happened not too long ago. I arrive at some kind of office and I ask about an English class. I'm told to wait outside and I get a strange feeling, like it's late afternoon but it appears to be early morning.
Some other stuff happens next but I don't remember clearly and it deviates from previous things.

1. I was on my street, but actually on my street just walking down it. Suddenly a dark green jeep looking van pulls up next to me. "Stop sending them around you jerk!" the driver says to me. Just before she takes off I stop her, "Wait, what are you talking about?". "You know what I'm talking about, stop sending my nudes to everyone" she tells me. "Ohhh yeah, sorry about that." I tell her. I then recognize her as Carson's sister, a girl I know from school. I come closer to the car and I look to see who else is in it. In the back seats I see my close friend Dylan, and my other friend Gabby. They say hi and we talk for a few minutes.
I ask Dylan what he is doing and why he's in the car, but I forgot his answer. Just then, he rolls down his window on his side of the car, and standing right outside is the girl I've had a crush on forever. I've had a bad past with her, so I know that theres really no chance of me even getting a shot with her, and I don't want to seem creepy so I just ignore her. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, as always. She was wearing a long-sleeved Cyan shirt and a scarf around her neck. My thoughts are then interrupted by Dylan, "Dude, do you wanna go to this party with us?". "Yeah, I'm down for that" I tell him. The driver of the jeep opens up the passenger door to her car. I get inside and buckle up.
We then start making our way to this party. I don't remember the entire drive there, but I remember everything where we are actually at the party. Once we get to the house where the party is at, the girl parks her jeep and we all get out. The house looks nice. Suddenly a girl walks out of the front door. I notice that its the same girl that my friend Lane likes, her name is Nikita. She comes up to us and welcomes us and invites everyone inside, she also tells us that her name is Alex. It confuses me a little bit, but I nevertheless go inside and look forward to partying. Only minutes after us, more people arrive. They walk in the door and immediately I notice that its my crew. Alex, Wade, Pat, Andrew, and a few others.
A few hot chicks come in with them too, one of them is Ally, a petite blonde for our school. I don't recognize any of the other girls, but they're stunning. Once everyone arrives at the party, Alex(the host) breaks out the alcohol and alot of people start drinking. I decide to stay sober and try out my game on a few of the girls here. My friend Andrew does the same, and I see he's already got his eyes on Ally, the small blonde. He goes up to her and they start talking. I walk around seeing what my options are, and I grab a glass of water on the way because I feel dehydrated. Suddenly I black out. I wake up in the same dream, and I have no idea how long I've been out or anything, but now I feel exactly like one would if they were extremely drunk.
I get up off of the floor and I look around. I'm surprised by what I see. All of the hot babes that had come to the party were literally getting fucked wherever they were standing. Each guy had one girl, and most of the guys were from my crew. I look around for a girl to fuck, but they're all taken. This pisses me off a little bit because I didn't even get to talk to any girls at all. I feel like someone passed me something to black me out, but I don't know who, or what they passed me. My vision is still spinning off the charts and I feel really unbalanced and dizzy. It's not like I could end the effects of whatever was passed to me, so I just rolled along with it. I then saw Alex(Nikita) standing alone with no guys. "No" I told myself, "I'm not going to be a dick and fuck the girl that Lane is going for, that's not me." For the rest of the party I kind of just walk around and try to talk to my friends, and I'm still really drunk so my speech is quite slurred.
I remember going up to my friend Andrew while he was banging that Ally chick. "Dude" I say to him. "Not now Cory, I'm in the middle of dominating this girl." I then realized what I was doing. Why the hell I was doing all this weird crap, I have no idea. I turn around and in Alex(Nikita's) office I see my other friend banging a hot Latina chick. Well, I wasn't going to start a threesome so I just kicked back and relaxed. A few minutes later Nikita comes in the room where everyone is getting it on and she says "Alright guys, its getting late, time to end the party." All the guys stop what they are doing and pull up their pants. I remember asking my guy friend Alex what drug I had been given, but he didn't know. Nikita was trying to find out too, she asked me what I was on. I wish I knew. Then everyone started leaving her house. I walked outside with everyone else but as I did I realized I forgot something. Nikita comes out the front door and says, "Cory, you left this" and she throws me a brown rag.
"Wow, Lane really needs to get on top of his game soon" I thought to myself. I then turn around and I see that everyone's car is full except for my friend Wade. I ask him if he can give me a ride, since its just him and Alex in the car. He says yes, so I get in the back left seat of his red sedan and buckle up.

2. Somehow my alarm was set for 6 a.m. this morning. When it went off, for a minute I really believed that I had school, and holy crap, that feeling feels horrible. I then remembered after thinking for a bit, "wait, its winter break!" I then turned off my alarm and fell back asleep. I fall asleep within seconds, and then the dream starts:
I'm in computer science class with Mrs. Khan. "What! Winter break went by way too fast, how is this even possible?!?!" I ask myself. Mrs. Khan then proceeds to get out our new classwork and I see its a huge packet of computer stuff that I don't even understand at all. I feel like crap now, with all this work on the first day back. Suddenly I start feeling this freezing cold air against me, and its really cold. I'm awakened from my dream and I find out that my fan is blowing directly on me and my blanket is barely covering me. It feels like the artic wind because of how cold it is. I quickly pull my blanket back over me and try to get warm.

3. I'm in my house with my family, and suddenly I hear the doorbell ring. "Oh, he's finally here" my dad says. He goes to the front door and opens it up. A guy that is in a doctors outfit walks in. "I'm ready to work on the kids" he says. What!? What does that even mean!? I run upstairs into my room. "Son, don't worry, he's just going to rip out some teeth from your mouth because you need more space in there." Seconds later my sister is now upstairs with me, but its not like we can hide. The doctor comes upstairs and tells us that its time for our operation. He gives us a mouthwash to use. I figure this isn't too bad, so I start washing my mouth. Me and my sister both do this.
After a minute or so the doctor tells us that we can spit it out, so I go into the restroom sink and spit it out. This is where this causes a problem in real life. Everytime I spit out the mouthwash into the sink, I end up also spitting my own spit onto my pillow. I didn't even find this out until I woke up.
Anyways, after I spit out my mouthwash, keep in mind I spit about 15 times to get the taste out, I go to the doctor. He tells me that he's going to work on my sister first. I'm glad to hear that. My sister comes up to him and sits in his small chair. The doctor pulls out a toothbrush and starts brushing her teeth. After he brushes her teeth, he brings out a drill. WTF!? I take a few steps back and look at my sister, she looks horrified. Suddenly I feel REALLY cold again, so I wake up.
This is where I find out that half of my entire pillow is doused in spit, and the spit it REALLY cold too. There was so much spit that I moved over to the other side of my pillow. It was so gross. What happened to my sleep paralysis? Was it not working? Thanks to it, I ended up spitting all over my pillow while I was in a dream. Thanks.

4. I was in some random house, and most of the lights were off. I walked into the living room and the t.v. was on. I didn't care about the t.v. though. What really caught my attention was a yellow bag of M&M's that were just left wide open for anyone to get. I took the bag and sat in a comfy recliner chair. Just then my uncle A.J. came into the room, and something told me that this was his spot. "Haha just kidding AJ, I know this is your spot." With that I got out of the recliner and moved to another just as comfy chair to the left of it.
Once I sat down in this chair, I stuck my hand in the bag of M&M's and took out a few. I read on the bag, "Medium-sized sour cream filled M&M's". I ate a few of them, and despite the sour cream taste, they weren't that bad at all. I continued to eat them.

5. This dream was sort of like a movie:
I can see inside of a house, and by the way, this house is on a huge mountain in the middle of the artic. Suddenly the dream starts narrating itself. "The boy who lives in the house hates living here, so he is going to try to escape." I continued watching. Suddenly a boy appears. I can see him packing his stuff away. He has nothing to pack his stuff into, so he puts all of his beloved items into big plastic bottles that his family saves. "He is going to use these plastic bottles for storage, but surely his family will notice they are gone once they awake" the narrator continues. After the boy finishes packing, he walks out the door of the house. This is where I become the boy.
I look around, and I realize just how high up I am. The air is a little brisk, and its still nighttime. I can see all of the stars in the sky. I look in front of me and I see a huge slope. I go up to the slope and slide down it. It was a long way down, and I went down pretty fast. Once I got to the bottom of the slope, I got up and started walking. I was still on a HUGE mountain, and the only way to get off was to go down. I looked down, and not far ahead of me was another slope, but it didnt lead to the ground, it led to a huge Rift that went all the way underground into an ice cave. I decided I was going to go down there. Slowly I got down on my butt and planted my feet into the ice so I could gain a grip. I started making my way down.
About halfway down I realized something, I wasn't going to be able to get back to the surface if I went down into the rift, and this mountain was the only way there and back. I decided to turn around and started climbing back up. This is where I got a little scared. The ice got really thick all of a sudden and it was almost impenetrable. The more I went up, the less grip I would get. I looked down the mountain, and I could see the trail from where I had been and where my shoes dug into the ice. I took a few more steps up slowly, but then suddenly I slipped. Right as I slipped I knew I was going to fall and die. Out of the blue the narrator comes back and I go back to the perspective of a movie.
"It's nighttime now, but the boy faces one problem" he says, "The Ice." Right as he said this I could feel myself back on the mountain, it was like I was halfway in between two view points. I felt myself sliding down the mountain quickly. Now I went back to movie perspective again, and all I could see was the entire view of the mountain and everything was zooming out.

[This was my second time attempting SSILD after 4.5 hours sleep - this time it worked and I instantly became lucid]

I notice there's a TV beside my bed which is making noise - this shouldn't be, I must be dreaming, so I look at my palms to find that I am indeed. I find myself looking out over a beautiful, sunny, holiday beach. The clarity of vision is astounding - I take off my glasses and find it is even clearer without them! The water is sparkling, and there's plenty of happy people swimming in the sea and having a great time. I ask a woman where the girl I'm looking for is. (One of my dream goals is to find a girl I met in a previous LD - she said she was depressed and ran off home without saying anything else. I thought I could learn about myself by finding and conversing with her.) The woman points "over there" and offers to give me the girl's number, which she transfers to me telepathically. She also mentions the name "Rebecca" which I assume is the girl's name.
I now find myself in the lounge of my house, overlooking the garden. Again, it is a nice Sunny day. I think I better look for my phone so I can call Rebecca and ask where she is. I go around the corner, expecting to find it there, and indeed it is. I pick it up, and immediately lose interest in finding the Rebecca. Instead I want to go outside into the Sun and meditate, as I have been meaning to try in a lucid dream for quite some time.
I had trouble meditating - I was a bit anxious because I knew that in real life I hadn't put on white noise, which I normally do, and I could be easily woken. I was also anxious that my brother would come in from his night out and wake me up. Annoyingly, he appeared in the dream. I tried to explain to him I was lucid dreaming, and to please try not wake me up. He got pissed off and punched me in the shoulder a few times, then eventually left.
I didn't want to try meditating again in case he came back, so I went down the steps and onto the grass, which was greatly detailed. Video-game-esque flora sprouted up from the grass. I was still struggling to control my mild anxiety, and as the flora grew, it changed from pretty looking flowers to nasty looking weeds as I tried to bring the anxiety under control. The flowers ended up as massive Sunflowers, which I was very pleased with. They then started to sprinkle water onto the grass, which became flooded, just like it does when there is heavy rain. The water flows down the first garden, over the wall and into the downstairs garden. I want to make a raft to float down in, and proceed to do so, but before I get the chance to try it, I find myself walking down the stairs to the bottom garden.

Then a loud clink sound wakes me up... Urgh.... looks like Dad has gotten up and is moving about downstairs... If only I had put white noise on, I could have stayed asleep....

#394 - DILD - 5:55AM

I am walking in the street with someone. We watch a strange looking UFO fly down and hover over someone. Then, in a flash of light, they disappear. I say to the person how amazing this is. I just can't believe I witnessed a UFO abduction right in the middle of downtown. I notice how everything turned from night to daytime really quickly and I feel like I am missing something important. My thought is interrupted by someone ushering me into a building. [Something] happens inside and then we are ushered out. When I turn around, the building dissolves into my old house; the first one I bought with my ex-wife. Someone tells me everything (the UFO abduction and building) was just holograms an illusions. I laugh that I got punked so hard and watch the next person get it. Things happen differently this time and the 'abductee' walks down the street toward the building. I follow closely behind the hologram and laugh with my 'friend' as I watch my hand pass into it. It's like a ghost but the more I play with it the more solid it becomes. I think maybe the hologram passed over an actual person. I only recall random and fleeting images next (sexy time with wife?), but I somehow end up in that old house talking to my wife.

I wonder why we decided to buy this house. I really don't want to live here after-all. Then I quickly recall that I have had this exact dream before. As I nose plug, my wife is telling me something. I am not listing because I am trying to make sense of why I feel like I am slightly blowing through. Am I really dreaming? I do several more nose plugs, but the last one is more deliberate and I blow cleanly through. I am dreaming! I don't want to be here at all so I immediately leave my wife and head out the back door. As I cross the yard, I feel guilty for just running off. I wonder if there is something important there that I should resolve. I pull myself over a privacy fence and, for fun, climb a tree. I see my old neighbors house and try peaking in the window. I wonder if they would recognize me if they saw me. Ridiculous. I ponder the house issue while up there. I admit that I did enjoy some memories living in that house and I do miss it in a way. I decide to climb down and resolve this. There is a long winding limb the leads down to the trunk of the tree and I enjoy extra upper arm strength as I move along it like a monkey. I jump down and float toward the street in the front. Someone is growing beans along the road and I have to step over them. I find this curious, but decide to ignore it.

I get down the street and see the house. It now looks like every window has been removed. I can see bare 2X4s and insulation around the edges. I feel like there is some meaning here, but I can't imagine what it is. I enter the house, determined to play this dream out. I act like I am considering buying this house a second time. I begin looking things over, forgetting about the windows already. I notice the laminate wood flooring is still there and looks really nice. I move down the hall and see my wife and son. I pass them and enter the front bathroom. In waking life, I installed ceramic tile over concrete slab, but here there is several layers of linoleum over plywood. I can see a lot of water damage around the bathtub as I peel the edges back. In fact, the wood feels soft and moist even now. My son gets in the way of what I am doing and I have to move him out of the way. I stop and ponder things now. I decide this house really isn't so great after-all and the emotions I get from it feel resolved. It's time to let this place go. Feeling like I accomplished something, I get up and head outside while my wife and son follow behind. I feel like I have been dreaming a really long time now, and consider waking myself up so I won't forget things. I really think I could wake up at will, but it's been a long time since I have had a nice long lucid so I decide to leave it alone for now.

I see our Nissan down the street and tell my wife that I will race her. I hope she agrees because I know that I am still dreaming and I will impress her with my ability to teleport. She nods and I let it happen. There is a surging streak of light and color and I find myself sitting in the car. Unfortunately, it's not a complete teleport because, I can see two realities. Yes, I am sitting in the car but I can also see the place that I was standing layered over. I look over at my wife standing next to me and this brings me completely back to start. I stand up, feeling a little embarrassed. As we resume walking to the car, I tell her how I almost teleported and ask her what it all that looked like to her.
She just says, "It looked really weird."
I nod and say, "I bet it did. I was really there for a second."

Now, at the car, I get caught up with trying to manually put my son in his car seat. None of the straps and buckles are working right and I spend a lot of time fumbling with things. My wife is trying to help me, but it's just not working right. The dream destabilizes and I decide it's fine to go ahead and wake up now.

Morning of December 24, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in an unknown location which at one point is similar to the house on Stadcor Street but mirror-imaged, yet later seems to be more like the Loomis Street house in the next segment. There is a part where we had apparently been growing beans near the back porch. There is a concern that not all of them had been used in meals. There are seemingly only a few big pods left, but they seem a bit damaged and “too old” and weathered for usage in a proper meal. However, there is also a clearer thought of soon having a lot more bean plants (of different types) growing in the yard (as they are easy to grow).



At one point, my brother Jim appears. I am aware that he had died (in real life, though I am not fully lucid) yet I still approach him cheerfully. At first though, there is an idea that it may be someone else walking away from our house (though I do not recall any prior scene involving him). He appears to be only in his thirties and seems happy when he turns around to see me. He has several old books on computers as well as at least one book about postage stamps (which is mostly about identifying old and rare stamps, it seems). I talk to him about how much computer technology has changed. However, I say a couple things that are not actually true. I say how hard drives are no longer formatted by the end user, but of course in reality they sometimes still are. I also say how directories (folders) are no longer used, which is also not really true. Intending to look through one of the computer books, I instead find myself looking through the book about stamps and mostly notice images of very old stamps (about three or four larger images per page) that each are of mostly one color and are Iranian in appearance - seemingly from the late 1880s and such, but there are a lot of fictional horizontally rectangular ones, including many with mostly just calligraphy art in simple patterns. The overall detail in this part of my dream is very well-rendered. I still find it interesting how the mind can create such precise imagery without distortion.



At one point near the last section of my dream, it seems there is a medical problem present within my family. I also eventually have similar symptoms of speckles of blood in a few locations on my arms and stomach. It turns out to have been caused by a larger swarm of drain flies (a bit bigger than in reality, but not by much), which come in through an open window through the back of the house (the laundry window, in fact). One gets me on the left arm near my elbow. I am annoyed at this point, but actually feel better about the “explanation” of the earlier in-dream symptoms - which are not really related to an internal problem (or the body’s organs or systems) as was originally worriedly thought. In reality, I have rarely seen this type of fly, and they do not actually bite as far as I know (thus apparently do not cause illness at least according to some sources). Also in reality my in-dream concern likely only relates to heat rash, as this is the hottest part of the year in Australia, though it could also be a typical play on “time flies” and time “down the drain” (relative to how quickly the holidays come and go - though I do not really have present negative associations with holidays).