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I was trying to make breakfast. I was standing in front of a kitchen island with a stove range with at least nine burners, maybe twelve, frying up slices of some sort of eggy loaf and making pancakes from a batter that appeared to contain whole grains of barley. Periodically I would go from there to the refrigerator, where I was checking on a large glass jar of liquid in which I was somehow (the logistics don't make much sense in retrospect) attempting to make a complicated frozen cube that contained a whole strawberry and some kind of alcohol.

After going back to the stove, I noticed that the things in the frying pan were on the verge of burning even though the heat was set to medium-low. What confused me even more was that the surface of the pancake batter appeared to be burning as well, though it was still in the bowl. I figured the latter must be an effect of oxidation, contact with the air, and mixed it up some more.

I checked on the refrigerator again and saw that at least my big strawberry ice cube was freezing properly, because it looked visibly white and opaque within the liquid. As I watched, it floated up and popped to the surface, but fortunately there was enough extra room at the top of the jar that it did not splash out and make a mess.

I went back to the stove... but now the arrangement had changed. Where was my frying pan? Had someone come and moved it? Now an empty ceramic baking dish was sitting on the hot burner! That wasn't good, they're not supposed to be used that way! I hastily moved it, and although I was concerned that the cookie tray I set it on might be cold enough to make it crack from the heat difference, I couldn't spot a better place to put it. The stove was crowded with pans and dishes, none where I had left them, and I wasn't sure what had become of the food I was frying just a moment earlier.

Who had come and re-arranged everything? My breakfast was going to be ruined! None of this made any sense! In desperate frustration I wailed aloud, "What the hell is going on here? What could it be? I don't understand!" But instead of recognizing the inconsistency as a clear dream sign, I woke up with those words still ringing in my head.

I got on an elevator expecting it to go up, this being the ground floor - there's only one floor above us, and only arrows instead of floor numbers. But it went down. I wonder how many basement levels there are. I reach to press the up arrow, saying something about my mistake to the woman still on the elevator with me. I'm new to this building. We talk about the company a bit as the elevator continues down, about finding your way around the various floors, and various luxuries that are provided for employees. I mention soul-selling and Satan, meaning it as a joke, but she talks about Satan fondly. We reach her floor, and she leaves.

My point of view switches to follow her - she walks down a hallway into a club. Her brother who goes by the name of Beelzebub - a fake name, it's really Samael - is lounging around with a cocktail glass in his hand, some glowing blue drink inside. He's a pretty man with long dreadlocks, wearing something black covered in stylized eyes in red. The woman's removed the pale coat she was wearing on the elevator, and the dress she's wearing underneath matches her brother, black and covered in stylized eyes in red. They consult about someone he describes as "a friend and a most simple prize."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's this swirling black mass of many colors, like an oil slick, lit up from within like lightning seen from above. I'm eager to dive in immediately - it's a portal - but I'm also thinking I should stop and go lucid first. As I'm torn between these two desires which are apparently conflicting, I wake up.

(Side note: that last was a reaction to trying reality checks. As a rule I'm not interested in them, but I have a lot of false awakenings that I tend to just spend dream journaling and I thought I could put reality checks to use there. So today I tried a reality check as I wrote that first dream up, and apparently this sort of thinking is the immediate result - associating lucidity with stopping what I'm doing to perform an action. Nuisance.)

1. [Non-Lucid]
I am at a white table with a few people and a blond bearded guy is outside the window to my left telling me I need to jump though a window, so I get up, go through the doorway behind me and into the stairwell, there is a small window that a guy broken for me, I'm a little unnerved but I go for it and jump through the window landing in a dark grey van a few stories below.

Fragments:
Me and another guy each have a stick thing, mine is blue and his is red, it appears they erase whatever they touch.
I'm on a boat in a wavy ocean and suddenly the ocean ends at a wall of grey void.

Morning of October 16, 2014. Thursday.



I have had kidnapping dreams since early childhood from various perspectives, including the rescue of Brenda W (as the precognitive wife-to-be “stand-in”) in the recurring “Patches” dream as well as escaping from a villainous Ricardo Montalbán by phasing and flying through the roof of a taxi in “My Little Cane”, but this one is atypical and quite vivid. In my dream, there is recent news of a child having vanished from her parents’ apartment on the third floor. Her name is Elly. (The name is seemingly unrelated to any real-life character though may possibly be a play on my wife’s middle name of Gabrielle or of our youngest daughter’s first name Isabelle.)

This is also one of the only dreams in my lifetime (especially in recent years) where I seemed to have a more discernible stronger fear to a point where it “reset” and had a replay. (Not only that, I woke up with my eyelids inside-out, which made my wife ask if I was okay. Of all the bizarre events I have lived through, that has not happened before to my knowledge.) This is not like the purposely instigated dinosaur-chase dreams (which I no longer have) but something quite different. I seem to be some sort of “medium” where I can pick up on someone else’s state of emotion. I “become” the apparently kidnapped girl at least in a sort of remote-viewing awareness. I strongly sense her feeling of being lost and away from her home. I clearly feel her vulnerability (as I believe she is only about three years old). It causes me to scream twice yet this is not “me”, it is the other entity within me and someone I may be able to help. The scream mostly comes from seemingly having my arm twisted too far around (when walking in a particular direction), which seems to be a fairly common fear of someone this age. (Most people seem to completely forget what it was like as a child, which seems odd to me, as I still am able to clearly remember the quite different size orientation and unusual perspective (compared to now) as well as how imposing, cruel, and obnoxious older people seem even when they do not mean to be.) I “recover” from that state and go for a walk. The scenario seems fairly convenient. I already see her older brother and an older sister in the area. (Her parents have a total of three children.) The area seems like a typical composite, seemingly with features of La Crosse and Brisbane mashed together ambiguously.

I go to the apartment to check out the location. I apparently have some sense of “detection” relative to the previous in-dream event, sort of like X-ray vision via my hands as I hold them up and about to use this ability. I can still “hear” her mood at times, but I think she is sleeping presently. I end up going about two blocks past the parents’ apartment into a different apartment building. On the second floor, I sense a presence. The environment itself seems to react to my intent. Oddly, a wheelbarrow is in the hall. The wheelbarrow actually stands upright on its handles, using its handles to walk about somewhat mechanically. It knocks against the door, seemingly “communicating” with me that this is where the girl is.

I go in without fear and notice a clutter near the door but am still able to get through. A Caucasian male is watching television. He is probably about forty, quite chubby and mostly balding, wearing a white tank top. I ask him where Elly is and he does not seem surprised. I also tell him that he would not believe the nature of how I found her, that is, until the wheelbarrow “walks” into the room on its handles. I am not sure of what sort of character this is and am not sure if the wheelbarrow will somehow “eat” him. It seems possible that the girl just wandered off, but I am ready to take her home at any rate. She does not seem hurt; just a bit frail and weak, sleeping. She has dark curly hair (similar to my wife’s).

I pick her up and when I go outside, carrying her, it begins to rain fairly heavily as I am walking, but the heavy, cold drops are rather sparse. The external walls of various buildings are to my left, but there are no awnings or extended roofs to take cover under. A few drops of cool rain fall on her face and start to revive her and she moans and blinks at the raindrops falling on her face. Her eyes are green and catlike (also like my wife’s). This part; imagery, orientation, movement, augmented touch; all extremely vivid as life. It is quite amazing.

I get to the other apartment and although it is difficult to balance and climb the steps while carrying her, I get to the next landing. A (unknown) male asks me if it is Elly and I say yes and he says that it is the first good news he has heard all day, seemingly in contrast to some sort of business franchise not working out as well as general world news in the media. My dream fades as I reach the door of her apartment, after going into low-flying mode to avoid the step-by-step “problematic” staircase.

At work, I'm in just my underwear. I'm trying to avoid people, especially one creepy guy. I think they wouldn't like seeing me in just my underwear at work. So I look for the bathroom that is more in the back part of the store to stay clear of customers and employees.

I go into the back room where it is, but hear someone at the back door working with their keys to open it. I take off at a sprint - much faster than normal being in just underwear and bare feet. I don't know if they saw me, but I think two of the girls did.

I reach some stairs at the end of the hallway, but as I go to sprint down them, my legs stop moving quickly, and I feel like I'm up to my waist in molasses. It is really hard to move my legs, but they do move slowly with a lot of effort. I think, "This is just like when it happens in my dreams" and consider that I may in fact be dreaming. (It only happens in my dreams)

I decide to think about that once I get a bit further down the stairs just in case I'm not dreaming. Since I might be dreaming, I also try to levitate through the air while also walking. I somehow manage to split my reality into two separate experiences, doing both simultaneously - floating above the stairs slowly, and also walking down them with great effort. Both simultaneous experiences feel like they're totally in my mind. Like when I think of two or more people at once in my mind's eye, imagining what their perspective is, their experience - only more real.

Playing a game of "keep the balloon ball in the air" with a couple girls, we volley it around the living room for a bit, trying to hit it as few times as possible as we pass it between us, and keep it off the ground.

I fall down as I dive for it, managing to keep it off the ground. They are amused by this. One of them is really shy and goes to the top of the stairs. The ball is slowly settling toward the floor. I use telekinesis to bring the ball directly to my hand, hold it there for a few moments, then send it against gravity up to the shy girl.

They are both really surprised by this, and ask how I did it. I try to hide the fact that it was telekinesis and tell them it was just static electricity. The non-shy girl tells me to do it again. I tell her I probably shouldn't show off in public.

Riding my bicycle on a narrow path through the snow. I stop to let another bicyclist enter the path. As he does, someone else approaches and they block the entire path as they talk. I wait a bit to see if they start moving. They don't. I go to sneak past them, but they shift their stances and block my way. I'm just happy they are having a good conversation. The second guy notices me and lets me through.

As soon as I pass by, I notice a side path that goes to a floating wooden island in an ice river. I ride out to it. The two guys follow me to it because it is a really cool raft that is connected to the path. The two of them ask me where the forest is. They have heard there is an impressive forest around here. There was. I look around at all the tree stumps from where it was all around us, and inform them that it is gone now. Also, it wasn't that impressive in terms of size compared to other forests.

Suddenly, the platform jerks loose from the path, and begins moving through the water. We all hang on, nearly knocked into the river. Stabilizing ourselves, the two of them jump off as we near the shore. As they do so, the raft jerks again as it accelerates rapidly, nearly knocking me off. I hold onto the front edge of it, letting my bike fall into the river as I lay down to stay on it.

It speeds up again, too much for me to hang on, and I fall into the water. Before being left behind completely, I grab onto a small metal ring with one finger and hold onto it with all my might. It is really cold, and I am completely soaked.

Holding on against all odds, I stay with the raft, and manage to pull myself back onto it. It is just coasting now. I lay down on the raft and catch my breath for a bit.

FINALLY! After SIX months, my first - and a most awsome LD it was!

OK...It's 4:18 am local time and I just woke up from my first LD after "trying" since March. Well, it sure was worth the wait. I'm sure it sets no records, but it had to have lasted every bit of ten minutes. Plenty of time for a first one. I was completely lucid! It started off (pre-lucid) with me kicking off my shorts, like I often do. Sometimes I catch them in the air (in RL) but in my dream they ended up in a small pile of clothes on the floor of a strange room. When I bent down to retrieve my shorts, I had to sort through the clothes in the pile. There was a VERY sexy white lingerie outfit and a girl's panties. That was REALLY odd...next thing you know, I realize it's because I'm dreaming!!!

Fully lucid, and completely aware I'm dreaming, I started looking around the strange room. There was a bed, a dresser and two doors. Now that I knew I was dreaming and I could do whatever I wanted to without consequence, I started snooping through the drawers of the dresser looking for more sexy underwear, something I would NEVER do in real life! I didn't find any, and I realized I could be doing SO MANY other things that were more fun, so I started float-flying from one wall of the room to the other. I pushed off from a wall, and floated (and sometimes very artfully tumbled!) from one wall to the next. After several trips back and forth, I noticed I was leaving glowing green hand prints on the wall! Hey, I'm dreaming, what do >>I<< care, plus, it's not my house! So I kept on floating, and even patted the wall to cover it with green hand prints!

I wanted to go flying OUTSIDE. I tried to push myself through the sheet rock, but no, I couldn't do it. GOD! It felt so real when I pressed against it! I tried "running" at the wall at low speed, and almost hurt myself! It was a no go. I looked for a way out of the room. Two doors. One a closet with young boys clothes and ties hanging. The other? AHA!!! Out I float, turn left, and down the stairs! I pass by the kitchen entrance as I float into the living room, and I see two women, one, I thought SOUNDED like my wife, and the other female, I didn't immediately recognize. In the living room was another, slightly younger (maybe 30) year old female, and in the dining area (also adjacent to the kitchen) was a very lovely cat!

At this point, I decided to look at my hands, the "famous" experiment to do when LD'ing. WOW! Was that a trip!!! I had tapered, knobby fingers, and the shape was weird and the thumb poorly placed, PLUS I was looking at my LEFT hand palm and the thumb was on the RIGHT (backwards from RL). Totally confirmed I was LD'ing, and so off I went to pet the cat. Oh, BTW, I "decided" that I would be/remain invisible to the dream characters so I could listen to their conversations like a spy while petting the cat. Evidently this worked, because I floated around and passed right by both women in the kitchen and they didn't react at all. The cat, OTOH, did see me, and as it was VERY soft and friendly, so I settled down to pet it. It felt utterly real. It reacted JUST like a cat would in real life, turning its belly to me so I could pet it. Incredible.

The cat let me pick it up. I held it out so the dream characters could see it floating in the air! The woman in the kitchen who sounded like my wife, but didn't look much like her, and the woman who looked quite a bit like my sister Joanne, noticed the cat in mid air and realized for the first time that "I" was there, even though they could not see me! Watching their realization that there was a ghost-like presence in the room was hysterical. They didn't completely freak, but they were definitely disturbed by it.

I decided to return to my original plan and try and get outside to go flying. I had the same trouble with the glass living room window as with the sheet rock in the upstairs bedroom. I also was unable to pass through a screened window. After this I just decided to look around the house and take in the colors and details of the bed, pillows, tables, etc., and I found another cat (actually a kitten) to pet. As I was looking around rooms and checking things out and generally marveling at the "realness" of it all, I heard a thought pop up in my head saying, something akin to "This is utterly amazing, I hope I don't wake up!" and of course, I woke up!

Holy crap!!! Inadvertent high speed flying!!!

Background: I have a real life important appointment today for which I needed to get up early. I woke up (again, for real) at around 3:15am, looked at the digital clock, and went back to sleep with the aim of doing a WILD. I fell back to sleep and in my dream I was outside, half-running towards my house while slipping my arm into the sleeve of my dress shirt so I could make my appointment on time. The absurdity of me being outside and doing this did NOT cause me to become lucid. The landscape was so convincingly real it never dawned on me to do any "standard" reality check, but just for the heck of it, to prove to myself I wasn't dreaming, I broke into a full run in my dream and jumped HARD into the air.

I instantly took off at an absurdly high rate of speed and simultaneously became fully lucid! Holy CRAP, I'm dreaming!!! This is a dream!!! Not only did I feel the instantaneous shock of going from convinced I was awake to 100% certain I was lucid dreaming, but I experienced a physical sensation of flying at a ridiculous, almost out of control rate of speed I never intended. Even MORE amazing was I experienced a whole body vibration...as if I was lying down on a thousand old-fashioned electric door buzzers. It was almost orgasmic like...very pleasant but almost TOO strong.

What happened next was, to me, even more amazing. Now that I was completely lucid, and in the midst of flying (finally under some control now that the shock had worn off) I remembered that in real life I had this important appointment, and simultaneously remembered the time on the clock when I fell into this dream, and now in the dream I grew concerned about what time it was in real life, and if I was oversleeping!! I yelled at myself "Wake up Frank, wake up" and after three times, I woke up in my bedroom...or so I thought! I rolled onto my right side to look at the digital clock, and it was covered up by an absurdly large white cowboy hat. (Note to readers: My wife is into country music, and has a habit of covering the light from the clock with a wash cloth or tee shirt some nights). I got annoyed that now I was going to have to get out of bed to move the hat to see what time it was...but then I noticed the sheer size of the hat was twice normal size, plus, my wife doesn't own a white cowboy hat!!! I realized I just had a false awakening - in my sleep! And I woke up for real. The false awakening into my bedroom was so real life-like I didn't even question it until I took notice of the dimensions of the cowboy hat.

PRE-LUCID: I am in a huge, round, open, very green grassy field with natural hills at least 1/4 mile in circumference bordered by a forest. It forms a natural bowl and is perfect for a Woodstock-like concert. There are several young men setting up vinyl strap beach chairs with cup holders with cigars in them as if they are getting ready to watch some kind of event. Through the tree line I see diesel powered military-type vehicles with large caliber guns mounted on them slowly, almost stealthily weaving their way between the trees into the open field with some difficulty, along with a number of uniformed, green camouflaged ground troops composed of both men and women. I am entirely unarmed so I duck out of the field into the forest to hide and watch. The vehicles and troops make their way into the open field, and from my position behind their lines, they form a long, thin vulnerable line, so I attack. I run along their line and, like a child, make a machine-gun sound and yell “You’re dead...and YOU'RE dead!” and they fall down as if really shot. As I run, I go off of a rise in the land and....I’m flying!!! I go 100% lucid at this point. Holy crap! I’m dreaming! This is a dream!

I don’t like the war scene responsible for my lucidity, so I fly off superman style at a pretty high speed, in decent control. I spot what looks like an elementary or middle school from the air and fly right down to about waist high right at the brick outer wall. I remember FryingMan’s words that you have to KNOW that the wall is no more substantial than dream air, so I figure either this is going to work or it will hurt and I’ll simply wake up. I succeed in penetrating the wall. For the first one or two feet, there is some light and visible (but not realistic) structure to the wall's interior. As I go deeper, it turns black and I feel a bit concerned and disoriented. I think I’m still going straight, so I keep going. After what seems like a LONG distance (maybe 30 feet) I break through into a well lit gymnasium with a nice wood floor finished in a high gloss.

Initially I am alone. I try to conjure up a woman with whom I can have sex, but she is ugly and misshapen - looking very much like a baby bird with too large a head which is nearly bald, and limbs far too long and thin and bird-like to be appealingly human. I try to get her to look attractive and human by yelling “clarify” and “more detail” but it doesn’t work...she still looks alien and bird-like. I yell out “Is there anyone here who wants to have sex?” and a very attractive woman of appropriate age (maybe 30)with short dark hair and a blouse with a plunging neck line showing substantial cleavage appears on a balcony. I tell her “You will do nicely” and she appears through a ground-level set of double doors. As I’m going down on her I start to feel embarrassed and ashamed, not to mention uncomfortable laying face down on the gymnasium’s wood floor. I change my mind about sex and decide to try and get back outside by phasing once more through the gymnasium wall. I manage to penetrate the wall, but get lost in the blackness on the way out. I start to feel lost and fearful in the dark, and this caused me to wake. Wake time = 4:40am

Dream - Lucid

I was having to share a bed with Katie S. and one of my exes, Ryan. I was really pissed about it. It was dark in the room and I felt the bed shaking. They were doing it! Are you kidding me?? I was also really pissed because they were together. They had just started dating. For some reason, it made me really mad. Plus, I thought Ryan was married? I thought about that and how his relationship must have ended. I didn't think about the details of what could have happened though.

I remember coming up to the bed at one point and seeing them in it together. I was really pissed at them.

There was more to this dream, but I can't recall it all.

~

There was this big yard/garage sale going on throughout the neighborhood. Dallas and I hadn't known about it, and even though we have a ton of stuff we need to get rid of (true IWL), we had no time to get it out, as it was already the afternoon. There were still people walking around and shopping however. I remember seeing this guy walking around in this indoor area with lots of empty shelves. I asked someone, my brother I believe, about how long the garage sale had been going on. He was telling me that some people were still holding theirs this late in the day.

I then was picking out these wads of paper and used coffee filters that were starting to get brown spots on them. They were on a table. They were called boules (pronounced boo-lays). They all had stuff in the middle of them, for example, the used coffee filters had coffee grounds in the middle. I picked them up one by one. I think I was going to sell them.

Someone, Dallas I think, then either threw or shot one of the boules off by this lady. The lady appeared to disappear! I then looked up for the moon in this small cloud break, even though it was daytime, and the moon was gone too! I then saw it starting to reappear. It was some property of the boules that made that happen. Nothing actually went away, it just appeared invisible. It was being explained to me, but I don't remember the details. I then had some loaded in this small double-sided cannon thing. I wanted to try the disappearing act! I shot the cannon, and two fired out, one from each side. One shot close to a lady. When it exploded, red dust came out of it. I don't think anything disappeared though.

We were then looking at a garage sale at furniture that was being sold. It was like walking through a furniture store. We saw all these ugly chairs, many were red, but I can't remember the colors of the rest. This part had something to do with Dallas's mom; I think the chairs had been hers. We then moved on to some couches and chair sets. There was one that was green, and every piece of furniture looked as if it had trees and plants broken out of the soil and growing in the middle of them. A cool art piece, but not practical. In fact, it was kind of ugly. We moved on past that set and onto another green set, though this set looked cheaper and not as artsy; there were no trees in this one. A young black man then stopped us and started trying to give away the furniture for free. I thought he was talking about the tree furniture, and I was afraid Dallas might take it when I DID NOT want it in our home, but he was also talking about the other green, cheap-looking furniture. I examined the green coffee table and saw that it converted into a small pool table. I told Dallas we could use that for a game room. He then asked me what the point of a game room was.

~

I was in the playroom of the house I grew up in. I was play fighting a friend. We were using fake lightsabers. It was a game that we had played with each other before. It had something to do with these rings we were wearing; we had to get the ring off the other person. We could also put on an extra ring, but hadn't done so before this game. I went over to this box and started looking through it for a ring that fit. All the rings looked like silver colored bolts. I tried many on, and they were too big. I couldn't find one that fit. Then, something happened that was part of the game that had something to do with me rolling up this, big, round, flat chicken patty thing in wax paper. I did it, which meant I won, but it didn't seem fair for some reason, maybe because my opponent wasn't ready yet or something. Either way, I didn't feel like it was fair.

I then was walking through what appeared to be a mixture of all my childhood homes. It was as big as this wooden house we lived in when I was 4-5 and had rooms similar the first house I remember living in. I was showing this guy around. He seemed to be a bit mentally challenged. I was approaching the room I had when I was very little. It was located on the same side of the house as the one in the first house I remember living in. Before I walked in, I realized I hadn't been in there since I was a little girl. I walked in and stopped dead. I just stared at everything, taking it all in. I felt so strange being in that room. My bed was in the right corner of the room. It seemed much bigger than the bed I used to have. It had a bedspread on it that was split into two different patterns right down the middle. The left side was hot pink and white, and the right was black with maybe some other colors in it, but I only remember black. I looked at all the furniture and stuff; most of the actual objects, like toys and stuff, had been moved out when we moved.

I then moved on to another room, by brother's old room. I announced that it was my brother's old room to the guy I was showing around. I then moved on to the room I had grown up in. It seemed much more comfortable and familiar than my first room, I suppose since I had spent more time in this one. It didn't look anything like any of my old rooms that I can remember. The same thing applied to the objects and stuff though; they had all been moved.

I then went back into my old room and the guy was there printing off labels. It was then like the room was the bakery/store where I work. He had printed a ton of labels. I hoped we needed them all and wouldn't have to go into the system and alter the inventory.

I then went and saw my cat. She was very hurt, but was running around like nothing was wrong. It looked as if she had been cut so deeply with something on her leg/side, that you could see her muscle, which looked like intestines. There was also a spot on her back where she was bleeding. She was very hurt! I figured maybe she got hurt when we were playing with the fake lightsabers. I thought about taking her to the vet, but it was Saturday. I then knew I needed to take her to the animal hospital instead. For some reason, I needed to go to the Dr. as well? Not sure about that part, it is vague in my memory.

I then let my mom know that I was going to take Belle (my cat) to the animal hospital. I don't remember if I talked to her on the phone or if I actually told her in person. We were then at the entrance to the animal hospital, we meaning my mom, my brother and I. I went to get Belle out, but her cage wasn't anywhere to be found. Shit, had I forgotten her? We opened the trunk and she wasn't in there either. I then thought about my mom being able to handle my cat (she is the only one who can besides me without getting growled at, hissed at, and bitten/scratched IWL), so she went back to get her. I stayed and walked into the animal hospital. Instead of an animal hospital, though, it was...a food court. What. The. Fuck. They turned the animal hospital into a damn food court! I then "remembered" the last time I was there, they had been remodeling the place. I "remembered" that they were going to make it into a food court. I walked out. I was so fucking angry! I tried to yell about it being a food court, but all that came out were whispers, no matter how much force I put behind my voice. I eventually got a yell or two out. I then started to punch the wall, but again, no matter how much force I put behind it, it was like I was only lightly tapping the wall. Over and over this happened. It was frustrating. I said to my mom, out loud,
"They turned an animal hospital into a FOOD COURT?! Why would they do that????"

~

I find the part where I entered my oldest room to be very intriguing because of the feeling that I had. I can't really explain it, it was a nostalgic/shock/feeling of awe. I'd definitely say there's something to that...

My recall went out on vacation last night. I barely hung on to these dreams. But after yesterday, I'm not complaining.

I do recall becoming lucid at one point when I was going to my old high school. It took a little while for lucidity to fight its way into my mind, but I definitely did get it, at least partially.
What followed was some pretty sour flying where I flew a couple of miles and ended up crashing in a woodland area somewhere north of my high school, and found that I was unable to fly any further. I don't know if the area is actually there IWL.
At some point, I lost lucidity and found myself on this pumpkin farm ran buy this crazy old lady.

I can recall something to do with my college, and using DNA samples of dinosaurs to bring them back to life. I think it was a project some biology grad students were doing.

Closer to waking up, I recall a dream that I was a young child. I was playing with my dad and he picked me up and started tickling me. I ended up kicking a glass table and breaking it. My mom and dad started having this big fight about it.
For some reason my family decided rather than just having an argument we would make a courtroom setup in our living room and get my friends' mom to be the judge.

1. I was inside of a portable classroom and my Algebra 2 teacher, Mr. Winter, was teaching the class. He asked us questions and taught a little bit, but I really wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, a random guy walks into the class, and walks up to the front of the classroom, and talks to Mr. Winter. This guy looked country and was wearing cowboy boots and blue jeans with a baseball cap. I noticed that on the board there was now a screen, and I looked in the middle of the classroom to see a projector.
After the country guy and Mr. Winter stopped talking, Mr. Winter asked the class some questions, I forgot what they were. I know that after he asked his questions that the entire class suddenly disappeared and I was left alone in the class. I started talking to Mr. Winter, but he would ignore me. It was like he was deaf or just wasn't present in his mind. When he came to his mind I talked to him for a few minutes, asking him why he ignored me and all this other stuff. He said sorry. With this I got up out of my seat and walked outside.
As I came outside and closed the door behind me I noticed that our portable classroom was in the middle of a forest, kind of. There were thick trees all around me except for in one spot where it was an opening. Out of no where Dylan and another one of my friends come out from the trees behind me. We talked and mainly just chilled until we looked through the opening in the forest and noticed far away, that our friend Trey's girlfriend was walking along a beach. We decided to get up and follow her to see what she was up to.
We walked out of the forest and onto the beach. I noticed that the sand was very soft and the ocean water looked beautiful. It was an overcast day with a breeze blowing, so it wasn't hot at all. Up ahead of us we saw a camp that was surrounded with wired fencing and inside were alot of teenagers that were our age. We saw Dani walk into this camp, so we went inside too. Everyone inside the fences were in groups and we all wearing different neon shirts, each group had a specific color. Someone told us that we had to pay to get into the camp, so we just sneaked in by crawling through the wide fence.
Once inside, we sat down because everyone else was. We heard that something was about to begin so me, Dylan, and my other friend separated into the groups we could fit best in. For some reason I went into a group with all navy blue shirts, and I was wearing a neon orange shirt. My group was sitting down in two horizontal lines. I sat down at the end of the first line. Suddenly an adult lady came out and handed our team leader enough calculators for our group, I have no idea why we needed them.
As the lady would hand out these calculators she would tell whoever she gave the calculator a certain code to get the calculator working. I didn't know how to put my code in so I got my teammates to put it in for me. Once they did that they gave me my calculator back.

2. I was inside of a complete concrete room that looked like it was made for straight manufacturing stuff. I was all by myself at the moment, so I just walked around. All the walls inside this place were a smoothed out concrete and so was the floor. There were no windows, no carpet, just room. Along with that though, there was alot of equipment and unknown items everywhere, and they looked really scientific. I went over to look at one of these scientific pieces of equipment.
As I did, I picked up a metal bar that was attached to it. Suddenly an alarm went off and a hovering robot came out of the wall and started towards me. The robot was round and had a cyclops eye in the front of it. It was giving off a hostile vibe so I stayed away from it. That was no use though because the robot then released about 10 red hot missiles into the air, he controlled them though, so at the moment they were just floating on the side of him. I ran around, trying to hide so I wouldn't die, but something told me that those missiles were strong enough to break through any structure in the room. I hid behind a piece of equipment anyway, but only momentarily.
The robot then released 3 missiles and they started slowly flying towards me. It was like they were in slow motion. I got out of the spot I was hiding in and grabbed the metal bar that I picked up in the beginning. Once the missiles got close enough to me I swung at them and destroyed them. I did this until the robot had shot all of the missiles at me. Then I went up to the robot himself and destroyed him with my metal bat. As I did so, the robot fell to the ground. I picked him up and put him on the scientific table in front of me.
Suddenly my dad appears next to me out of no where and tells me that I should make a shake out of the robots dead body. I wasn't up for the idea, but my dad got a blender out of no where and did it anyway. When the finished product of the smoothie was ready he gave it to me and walked away. I looked at the smoothie closely. It looked like straight up pink slime with white accents inside of it. I didn't drink it.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream 1 - Rocket ship
So I'm walking to a door that leads outside of a house, I open it and see outside. There's a giant rocket ship, and this is my 'project' in the dream, to build and launch a giant rocket into space. I get the feeling it's nearly launch time, and there's a barrel in front of me that I need to light, once I do it will launch, but... I realize that I need to clear the area, I shout out to my flatmates that it's going to launch soon and that I need some help. They run off somewhere and start 'clearing the area', I don't seem to really know what I'm doing, I can see another person driving a tanker truck around too. I start moving the aforementioned barrel up to the door, but as I reach the door I realize that no one will be able to get back inside which would be bad, since then they'd we'd all be caught in the blast radius of the rocket. I move it back and call my flatmates to come back inside, then I block the exit off with the barrel again (I suppose my plan was to be able to light it and then dart back inside the house). A major flaw of this, once again, was that I had blocked the entrance to myself >_< so I think to myself that maybe I could run around to the back entrance, but I woke up/forgot the rest.

Dream 2 - Time Travel
I found this dream peculiar since I don't know if this happened after or as a part of the above dream (like some weird transition occurred). But I think it may as well be called another dream since it was radically different. Me and a kid (maybe 10ish?) seem to have traveled to another world via a closet in his house (I think he was sheltering me in his house or something). I don't recall anything that really happened, but he had brought his friends and I came along to protect them or something (I sort of imagine that he had been slightly troubled prior to entering this world, and that it was like he was escaping). Fast forwarding to the end of the dream, we're in a rush to get back to the portal, like there is about to be some explosive catastrophe (I thought it might have been the rocket from the previous dream). All the kids friends make it to the portal and go through, me and the kid are last, he goes next, diving through, I follow and just in the nick of time (I felt like there was some kind of extreme explosion at that moment, and recall the portal having a thin, twirling vortex of purple energy around the entrance). I jump onto the portal (which is a bed with a blanket) and dive under the sheets. I'm back in the kids room. But something isn't quite right... I'm on the floor, the room is dark, behind me is the kid and the portal. I turn and face them, and something stirs to my left in a bed... It's another kid, the same kid that is looking at me from by the portal. I realize that beside me on my right is another bed, and I'm in it sleeping. The kid who just woke up looks around sleepily, a bit dazed and confused. We had gone back in time. I know though, that everything is going to be okay, because he NEEDED a brother... It felt strange, but I knew his dad would accept him and that they'd just be known as twins, and that the kid would never again feel the need to go into the portal, it would change the events of the future without creating a paradox. It was just... Supposed to be this way?

Dream 3 - Frozen Witch
Me, a guy and a girl are all best friends. We play near the coast that has a short drop into an expansive ocean. The rocks on the side of this coast are smooth sandstone, and there are fields of green behind them. The sky is stunning, warm and blue with a light breeze. I remember seeing wave cute arches of sandstone and some caves here and there. One day we come across a frozen woman, and somehow knowing she'd be alive (as if she were the Avatar or something) we unfreeze her, somehow... I seem to remember the brightness of the world dimming, things take on a tragic tone, she goes crazy and gets into a showdown with my friend (the guy), they're both very powerful. The only weakness the witch has is water, when it touches her she becomes immobile, so my friend tackles her off the coastal side and into the water. A month passes by without seeing either of them, until my friend washes up on the shore, we rush to help him and I think he ends up being okay.

The dream restarts - an alternate story unfolds.
This time, it isn't us that finds her, but another person, a Sea Goddess. She takes mercy on the soul of the frozen witch, and in her cavern begins to unfreeze her slowly. I discover this by walking into a cave one day, a pool of water lies in the middle of the room that looks clear and tropical. On the other side of the room is the witch, mostly frozen except her head which has a vortex of light blue twirling around her head calmly and slowly. Magic water drips onto her ice-encased body, gradually the water that melts floats up and joins the twirling vortex. The witch is different this time, she has a beautiful and friendly smile. It seemed inevitable though, because somehow later on she and my friend fight again. He rips of his clothes and tackles her into the water. This time she doesn't seem to be defeated by water, and as they thrash in the water they end up stopping. He climbs back onto land, and starts walking off into the distance. Things change now, my friend is a girl and is naked, it doesn't seem sexual though. Also, I've become the witch, I'm in the water, pressed up against the edge of the coast watching her walk away and I have a feeling of wanting her to teach me how to fight.

Our whole family was able to “bend” the elements. I was an air bender, one other person could air bend, two people were fire benders and one person was a water bender. These people were not my real family and I cannot remember any names leading me to think they didn’t have any. When we went out to the living room (Mum’s house design/layout), there was a commotion outside, Dom was asking for his money back. It was completely black outside although I could make out him holding a gun and aiming it at the house. I ran back to get the “Dad” of the house, presumably Matt, to talk to him. When Matt couldn’t get him to leave I decided I would be a “hero” and walked around the side of the house to “stop” him although when I got there there were children and a mother replacing him. They then started throwing water at me and when I used my air bending they were amazed and came inside. The younger children wrote their names n a note pad where a bunch of other people had done the same. I remember there being about 3 dreams all together although this is the only dream I can remember in detail.