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#376 - DILD - 5:02AM (2 of 3)

I am at Wal-Mart looking for some vitamins. I wander around and realize its all a dream but for some reason I continue walking around looking for the vitamins.

I have and FA and try to record my dream but I can't see clearly and my hands feel numb and clumsy. I put my journal way thinking something is off. My wife gets up and goes to the bathroom. I try again to record the dream fumbling clumsily. As my wife comes back into the room I decide to nose plug just in case. AH! It's a dream.

I get up and enter the living room. It's really dark in there so I try the light closest light switch by the kitchen entrance. It doesn't work and I begin to hear this odd metallic groaning sound. I am intrigued at first but then I think maybe i should be scared. Fear gets the best of me for just a second but I allow anger to override that emotion. I continue to hear that creepy sound and it seems to be coming from the oven.

The room seems to have lit up some so investigate. The oven looks like some bulky white antique looking thing. I note the oddity but I am not concerned with that right now. I yell things at the oven thinking something evil must be inside. The sound continues. "Shut-up! Shut-up and come out of that oven! I dare you!" After a moment I decide to open the oven. I am really worried that I'll have to confront some twisted hell spawn but to my relief there is nothing inside. I decide to just ignore this whole thing and go do other things, but at that moment I wake up.

Lucid Fragment

I also recall a lucid fragment where I was caught up in some Dr Who. trivia on the TV. I was using at a large touch screen but the trivia turned into some 60's and 70's sitcom trivia with video snippets. There was some show called "The Strangers" about a cab driver.

I woke up in my room, but i had like 7-8 fingers, and then I just "wow, i'm actually dreaming"
I rubbed my hands and focused on my breath. Everything was a little bit blurry, but it got very clear after a couple of seconds.
"Where's my dreamguide?" I asked out loud. Suddenly, my teacher appeared (yes, my TEACHER).
"Are you my dreamguide?" I asked. She answered yes.
"Well, show me something brilliant."
My room turned into air nothing and everything just floated in the air. It was pretty amazing.
And the best: a dragon came flying. That was awesome..
I jumped on it.
"Fly me to a cool sci-fi celebrity!" I yelled on the dragons back.
The dragon flied higher and higher, straight up. A VERY big, portal appeared right in front of me and the dragon flied in there.

BANG, and the dragon's gone. I stood in a luxury house and Claudia Black sat in the sofa. She looked at me and smiled. Awesome. Again.
I got a little bit excited, so she began to fade, but I rubbed my hands again and yelled out loud.
We talked for a long time. I asked why I was there, and she answered that I was there because I wanted to ride dragons with her, and then I just laughed so hard.
She asked me why that was so funny and I laughed even harder, but the dream just faded away and I lost my lucidity..

It was freakin fun anyway

I didn’t have a lucid dream last night, so I’ll describe one that happened July 14, 2014 - dream journal entry. This lucid dream had an interesting twist after I woke up and described it to my wife.

I entered this dream, lucid, and I kept it a secret. My wife and I were sitting in courtyard style café, with a stone patio, and old brick buildings surrounding us. The table was a marble topped, a petite antique, with a metal frames chairs to match. The sky was blue with scattered clouds. My wife was sipping her tea and we weren’t talking, because we were just taking in the view and enjoying the ambiance. It really was a beautiful place, perfect for a lucid dream. There was nobody else in the café, except for one young girl, who was sitting off to the side, and was she watching us very closely. She was very pretty, and had long curly brown hair. I did not recognize her. I said to my wife, “Let’s go talk to that girl!” Both my wife and the young girl had real looking eyes that were full of life and expression. I often find that dream characters either have eyes that appear to be painted on, or they look absolutely real, right down to the blood vessels and dilating pupils. The dream characters with ‘real eyes’ need special attention. My wife said, “Okay!”, so we got up and walked over to the young girl. As I neared the girl, I felt that maybe she was my daughter, I could feel the love, so I said, “Sandwich hug!” We then sandwich hugged the little girl and she smiled ear to ear. The girl looked at my wife and said, “You have so much empathy for human beings.” I then woke up and recorded the lucid dream in my journal. I had no idea what empathy meant.

The next morning I went to my wife and told her my dream. She had shocked look on her face. I then asked my wife what empathy meant. I jokingly said, “My gas tank is empathy.” She didn’t laugh. My wife then explained empathy means you’re able to put yourself into someone else’s position and really feel what they’re feeling. I said, “How could I even dream about this word when I don’t know what it means?” My wife then explained her shocked look. She said the night before she was talking to her mom, who had passed away 12 years earlier, hoping she was listening. My wife was asking her mom why she had so much empathy for her elderly aunt, for whom she was taking such good care of.

#375 - WILD - 3:55AM (1 of 3)

The usual dreamamins dose. A little DMAE to mix things up. No menthol. 60 min WBTB playing a phone game "Out There" and a whole lot of WILD determination.

I almost lose awareness and have some deep visual of a dream. I pull myself back to full lucidity and notice vibrations. I feel that I am far enough in the dream to go ahead and open my eyes. The room is dimly lit and I see the ceiling. I have my right hand in the air. Suddenly, I feel a sinking sensation and watch as the dream reality stretches and skews. After sinking what feels like 10 or so feet, I decide to move on.

I make effort to get up and everything bounces back to something more normal. I don't recall making my way to the front door; Perhaps I just teleport unaware. Outside, I expect to feel cold air but it's neither hot nor cold. I remember that I want to find this mysterious dream guide that has been showing up lately and I look around. A strange looking, beefy maroon-orange van pulls up into the driveway. It has a very futuristic/spaceship look to it with glass tinted so dark it looks black. I become excited because I just know my guy is in there. There is still some mild instability to the dream and I somewhat clumsily open the passenger side door. To my surprise, there is no one in there. The interior is super plush and clean like some high dollar luxury car. I'm not sure what this is all about but I go ahead and move over to the driver seat. I use the van to drive around in search of my dream guide.

As I pull out of the driveway I notice some kids and other people down the street milling about. I hope to find him there but for some reason the van malfunctions and stay stuck in reverse. This has never happened before and I find it very annoying. After a few seconds I am able to fiddle with some sort of gear shift and manage to drive normally. I make my way back to where to people were earlier but everyone is gone now. I continue to slowly drive around familiar streets in search of someone or anyone but I have no luck.

I feel something touch my mouth and I almost absentmindedly bite it. Is that the steering wheel? I pull my head back and see something black. It's a part of the dash that has somehow grown some sort of lump in it. I say out loud, "What the crap?", as I try to push it down. My hand only wants to phase through so I just let it be. However, it's really annoying because it is obstructing my vision. I decide I really don't need the van so I step to the side phasing out onto the street as I let the van dissolve away into nothing. I can feel it sort of fizzle to nothing behind me like one of those effervescent tablets in water. I always get a rush when I do that!

I continue walking down the street looking down for stability. For some reason phasing the van was slightly disorienting. I notice my shoes and really like the brown and blue design. I hope to find something like that in the waking world. It's so cool how creative my dreaming mind is! I look up and see some white car coming down an adjacent street. I start to head over to check it out but my physical hand randomly clenches into a fist waking me up.

I have noticed that my dreams have become quite violent in the recent weeks. I don't know why, but it is concerning. I am not worried about the actual violence of the dreams, but whatever is causing it. There is a lot of stress in my life at this time, but I don't know if it is due to that.

I was on a river trip with some family and friends; we were canoeing down a river in Africa, I think. I remember I was talking to some monkeys and they were telling me some interesting climbing tips. Everything was going well until one night there was an attack on our camp. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I know the next minute we had formed a militia. My uncle was tossing guns to everyone (somehow we now had a ton of people) and I got a super nice one with over 6000 bullets, which is fairly unrealistic. It was also really light. We charged down the enemy airstrip and a gigantic tank-like vehicle was approaching us and driving up the side of the airstrip. It started to point its gun at us but someone hit it with an anti-tank missile and it exploded. We passed several other enemy units and vehicles and when I wanted to stop and take them out someone said that wasn't part of the plan so we kept running. Then mortars started falling and a lot of people died, including some of my friends, and some of my family. I was enraged so I started shooting a ton of stuff and I became the hero of the group because I killed so many people. I shot down a helicopter with my machine gun. A B52 bomber flew overhead and I was well within the blast radius of some of the bombs but somehow I didn't die. I think I eventually got killed.

Dream 1

I don't remember anything.

Dream 2

Something that I don't remember happened.But what i do recall is being with Dawn somewhere. We than appeared on a train that was supposedly hijacked by a villain who wanted to drown everyone. I held on tight as the train was moving fast but all of a sudden the train landed in the ocean and was submerged in water. I saw people floating up and out of the train as they dissapeared from sight. I saw Dawn though floating in the water and swam to him grabbing his hand. He managed to swim me to the land safely .

But...I noticed that there was something odd about this though...Dawn's body felt pretty real but his body was stronger... and his muscles were huge.Oh yeah, and he was naked.lol The evil villain was laughing but than started complaining about how we were ignoring him. Good thing the dream changed quickly after that. Dawn was starting to get weird. Anyways I appeared on my bed. My cousin was in my parent's bedroom and I was with a small random little girl. It seemed quiet after I heard my cousin's voice and looked around.

But now I felt it was time to go on a lucid adventure. I started thinking about a scary deity though and a small purple statue appeared. A little girl's voice came from it but I immediately made it dissapear with my mind. Than I started thinking about how cool it would be if I could share a dream with my brother or cousins and out of no where a huge purple/yellow cartoony wall appeared.

It had a goofy face and its tounge was sticking out. It said it was time for me to merge into one mind, a new being and was starting to swallow me up. But I detached myself from the wall and suddenly I was in a big room where it looked like beauty and the beast cartoons were roaming around talking and doing chores. I found this funny and just observed it for a while. But than...

I appeared in my house and it was supposedly like 7pm. There were friends of my brother and random people around. I saw one of my brother's friends playing around in a closet and shouted for him to stop messing around in there. He ran out so I went downstairs to see what was going on. To my surprise there were two guys stealing stuff from us. I ratted them out but all they said was that they took a few pencils.

I became lucid at that point and looked at all the DCs around. I felt like seeing who would or wouldn't dissapear so I looked back and in front of me. The DCs became few and there was one laughing at me. He looked familiar but I couldn't tell who he was. He was slowly fading and I told him he was but he just kept laughing at me until he was gone. A singing Spanish cat with a guitar came and started singing. I grabbed him but he kept trying to escape so I let him go. I walked away and up some stairs but he ran to me and said " So that's how its going to be like huh!? One moment I'm adorable and the next moment I'm not." I pushed him out the way though because he was starting to annoy me but than I woke up.


Dream 3

I remember appearing in my hall way knowing it was a dream. So I started calling for Dawn. The walls just started sucking me up again though. I let it but I appeared in darkness instead of where Dawn was. Than I was thrown somewhere else and woke up.

I made a deal with myself decades ago to never dream in obscure symbolism. I just don't get it. I love deciphering my dreams, so I told my subconscious to speak to me in a language I'd understand
In one of my early dreams this morning, I dreamed I was at a gas station gas pump, inside my car. I was pooping and trying to wipe discretely. No idea what happened to the poop, but I was also trying to hide the toilet paper.
My psychologist [p-doc] pulled into the pump beside me. He was a passenger with 3 other guys (who looked more Hispanic than the Egyptian they were supposed to be). I was trying to hide from him and avoided looking at him.

Then the driver came over. He noted a slight smell lol but then asked how much it took to fill my tank. Around $42. He paid for $20. but then told me to hold onto $25. and think of him and the kindness he showed me and that it would be our secret. (not in a pervy way but sort of like a secret Santa or something)
As he drove off it occurred to me that it was hush money. I saw something I wasn't supposed to.

OKAY... I get that feces are unclean. My p-doc represents my subconscious. I was hiding something gross so ... ??? I feel like there's something unclean about myself that I hide from others?
The Hispanic bit was slightly racist. 1) I simply haven't been exposed to enough Egyptians to dream about their features. Same could be said for Hispanics. But they were piled into a car like you see on TV when they're trying to find odd jobs I watched a bunch of New Girl episodes and one of the main characters is racist. Maybe it's a hold over from that.

But what about the rest of the dream.... aha! I told my son yesterday that he has to cancel counseling this week. He asked why, because I'm not leaving until Thursday. I told him, if he wants to eat, he needs to cancel. It costs $20. to fill my tank (the minimum for the trip) and $20-$25. for the Counselor. They'll have less than $100. to eat on for a week. If he went to counseling, they'd have less than $50.

Now I'm bored of this Time for breakfast.

It goes without saying that I’ve slacked off lately. On this journal, for one thing. I’d also completely stopped even trying with the dreaming, for another. In fact the more I think about it and question it, the more I realize that my life in general was starting to fall back into the same old rut that it always does.

But yesterday, I started trying the reality checks again. Not as religiously as before. I had taken no B6. Hell, I wasn’t honestly even planning on writing down my dreams when I woke just out of pure laziness. Yet, somehow, after all this time away… And after my first day “back” being such a half-assed effort… I had a lucid dream.

Well, first I had a dream about being lucid. Like that first one, awhile back. And now I’m sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were just dreams and not actual lucidity. Because the lucid dream that followed was so different, so amazing, so absolutely unbelievable that there can be no doubt in my mind that the other two weren’t lucid.

And it left me so excited, so amazed, that I know there’s no going back now. I’ll take all this more serious than ever before. I read somewhere once that once you have your first one, everything changes and you’ll never want to return to not having them. That your dedication and drive will multiply after just the first experience… How very, very true that has turned out to be.

I remember nothing about the first dream, other than the fact that it was about me being lucid. I didn’t write it down when I woke up you see, because even after that I had no intention of writing/trying too hard.

I question if maybe me dreaming about it was me trying to become lucid, and then somehow failing, but my subconscious continues to build the dream as though I’d succeeded. Just a thought.

Anyway, on to the lucid dream…

I don’t remember exactly how this dream starts, or at what point I decided to reality check. Though I’m feeling that it was probably very soon into the dream. Because I was laying in bed, and I was very tired. My suspicion is that the rule of reality checking every time you wake up is what got me (which is funny because I barely ever remember to do that, which is something I now intend to remedy), because I think that in the dream I’d just woken up. It’s what all signs and images in my memory point to, anyway. I did the pinched nose reality check, and it was seemingly succeeded. Despite being a bit excited at this discovery, I was so tired that I convinced myself that it hadn’t really worked, and I almost went back to sleep. Then I checked something else though, despite the tired haze. My hands, I believe. I looked at my palms. I don’t remember how they looked like but I do remember that for a brief moment this strobe light type effect started to happen around me, and that was the point where I realized I was definitely dreaming. There was a whoosh, a pop, or something. I can’t explain it. But when that happened, everything became much more in focus.

I guess it’s the rush that I’ve read about. They say you get a surge as your senses and mind come alive in the dream, the moment you realize it’s a dream. Now I finally know what that feels like.

Anyway, I was still overwhelmingly tired. So much so that it felt like a huge weight was on me. But I knew I was lucid, and I wanted to get out of bed. I did so very, very slowly. Both for the sake of attempting to keep myself very calm, and also because the tiredness was getting to me. Once I was up though, the tiredness vanished instantly.

I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. This house was, in many ways, like my actual home. The rooms were in a slightly different position. The living room especially was an almost mirrored version of mine, with two bedroom doors on the right wall (facing the front door) and a door opposite the front door leading into the kitchen area. There was a little bar/low ceiling thing int he kitchen area near the back wall, though it didn’t take up the entirely of the back side of the room. Just like 1/3 of it, or so. I remember locking the bedroom doors ‘cause I felt frightened like something might come out of them. Not sure why.

Now that I think about it, it was my brother’s bedroom that I was sleeping in at the start of the dream. I lived alone. Not sure what was in that other bedroom, ‘cause that room doesn’t exist in this house. I never went in.

Two things happened next, and I can’t remember which came first.

One of them is that I wanted it to storm. So I closed my eyes, commanded the dream to give me a roaring thunderstorm.. And it did. I could hear the thunder, see the lightning through the windows, hear the rain pounding down. It was so very wonderful.

The other was… Cats. I think there was already a cat in the living room when I entered, though I’m not positive. Either way, at some point I decided to add cats. I think it was my way of testing the water instead of just trying to add people straight away. I remember adding a lime green cat, an electric blue cat.. There were two others by the time I was done, making four total (counting the one that I think was there already.) Can’t remember if I closed my eyes and asked for them, or simply willed them into being.

With both of those things though, and the things that are yet to come, one thing I definitely noticed is that I didn’t always get what I wanted on the first try. If my belief that I could do it wavered at all, it wouldn’t work. And even if I believed I could make things happen but didn’t MEAN IT when I said what I wanted, it wouldn’t happen then either. I had to believe it and to mean it with all of me. It’s going to take some practice. Eventually though, I’d always get it. Some times on the first try, some times it would take two or three.

Another thing to note before I move forward is that I was never too much in control of my surroundings. I know I changed the weather (and will again soon), summoned the cats, and teleport once later in the dream.. But for the most part, I just let the dream world build itself around me. Then again, it’s worth mentioning that I couldn’t convince any of my dream characters that I was dreaming. Which in itself helps show that I wasn’t in complete control anyway. So of course the world was mostly building itself. Still, it was worth noting.

I went outside for some reason. I don’t recall why. The storm was no longer happening once I went outside, so I guess I lost control of it. Brian pulled up in the front yard in his truck. The front yard did not resemble my real one. A small lawn with one tree on it, and the road very close the porch. Brian wanted to hang out, and I talked him into getting out of his truck. I don’t recall how but I made him believe we were going to fly. I held him by the wrist, focused.. And up we went. Not very high, mind you. I never got more than maybe 20 or 30 feet off the ground. Not sure why. I’m wanting to think that going higher seemed hard for some reason. Brian, despite thinking that this wasn’t a dream, seemed to find this whole ordeal perfectly normal. I released his wrist at some point to see if I could keep him flying without me, and I could. So down the road we went, past street lights and trees, until we got into a town setting.

At an intersection, we came across a group of what I remember being strange-looking people. Jordan was among them though, and I stopped and said hello to him. I don’t recall much about our interaction, and I don’t remember where Brian wandered off to but he disappears around this time too. In fact this whole small block of the dream is very blurry in my memory. I recall flying low down an alley with lots of things hanging overhead, including several fire escapes.

Someone was joking around with me at one point about how I never walk, and that I’m always flying. So I land for a few seconds just to be like “see I can walk!” then I laugh, swear off walking, and go back to flying around again. I made it snow at some point during this, and I do remember that with a bit more clarity because it took me quite a few tries. That plus the blurred memory makes me wonder if the dream was trying to pull me back into it.

Whatever the case, things become clear again and I tell the dream that I would like to “return to home base”. After a try or two, I was back home with all my little multicolored cats. I decided that I wanted to try to summon someone that I wasn’t overly familiar with being around in person, as a bit of a test. So I closed my eyes and called out for Lilith to appear. At first I didn’t think it worked, but then I noticed her smiling at me from behind the bar thing in the kitchen. I started to talk to her, though she didn’t exactly look like her. Close, but a few things here and there were off. At some point during our interactions, a humanized Fluttershy appeared and started to hang out with us. Probably a red flag, since that’s a bit out there. Because soon after that, I felt the dream start to slip away from me. I realized it was happening, but my research on how to hold on slipped my mind, and very soon I lost control and woke up. I think I got too worried and worked up when I felt it starting to get away from me, hence the waking. I need to study more on how to hold on to it for next time.

Work On:
–Write down every dream the moment I wake from it. Every time.
–Dream check more at home. Make it a habit at all places, at all times of the day. Not just at work.

Current Dream Signs:
–Work
–Amy and Andy’s House (Perhaps Amy and Andy themselves as well? Unsure.)
–Yylvis, The Fox

I was in a school of sorts. I was learning things.

I think it was gym. We were to learn some parkour techniques. I went and did a kong run across a field with some apes alongside me. I almost won first but there was one faster than me. The other students were back with the teacher.

We were told to line up. One, two, three, five lines? The instructor called us. A group. In our group, we were told to have one song ready. I keep thinking "Firefly" or something but I don't memorize the song. I keep forgetting and I seem to be keep on changing the song. The instructor told us to sing the song, then in 4 different ways. One was in an operatic way and there was another one way before he told me to stop and that I did okay. There was 1 of singing it with Tibetan chants. I wanted to so I chanted in my head, but not sure if it was the lyrics.

I searched for the lyrics online.

Notes:

- I've been consistently doing the 9 purification breathing, guru yoga, dakini visualization and throat and A focusing every day now for around a week. This looks like a positive result except that I'm still too monkey-brained to see a potential "exit" point from the dream to lucid dreaming.
- I always wake up calm, and I think that helps, rather than waking up and worrying what to do today or that I forgot my dream. I just wake up calm and not worry.

Nov. 1, 2014

I was taking a jeep in UP. I went down in some location but it was far from the location. I had to walk a bit.

Notes:

- I dreamed more than that but I've been too relaxed when I wake up these days.

Oct. 31, 2014

I went inside a dorm. I was hiding from some... teens? I talked to a person there.

Before that, I was in my unit in the upper floors. Balcony. A woman appeared. A warning of war or battle. Something or someone hits the wall of the balcony from outside. An intruder. The woman disappears.

I went back in the room. I have to escape. There was an elevator, but it was too slow. I decided to take the stairs. The elevator opens; it's empty.

I was inside a dorm. Hiding. Worried. I talked to a woman there. From the second floor, I was in the upper floor when I saw some teens outside approach. I think the woman said they were the ones after me. I think we're on a border of some sort.

I went outside on the other side through the window. I stood on some extensions, about 4 meters off the ground, and I wasn't afraid. I saw a teen pass by the window but didn't see me. The woman was talking to them.

When I felt it safe, I climbed down.

I hid behind some trees or stuff and observed the ones who are supposedly after me.

NOTES:

- I've been doing 9 purification breathing, guru yoga, dakini visualization and focusing on lotus with A on the throat for about a few days by this time. I must say, I seem to remember dreams better.

Shucks I just remembered that earlier this morning I remembered a dream and did not write it down, and now I don't remember it any more. I hate it when that happens.

When I woke up in the middle of the night I remembered this dream. I was back in school taking tests, after I had finished a test, I would move to another seat in the class where there was another test and I would do that test too. There were some other people there too, who I recognized as old classmates from highschool, doing the same thing. I was fine up until the last test when I ran out of time for class was over. The teacher let me finish it after class, but I wasn't able to finish it before the dream shifted.

I was wandering around the school now, but the school had morphed into a different building now, not sure what, I just know it wasn't a school anymore. I ended up in a somewhat bigger room where people were gathering. The details get hazy, but there was some sort of commotion and this one guy pulls out a gun and starts shooting at the others. The guy in front of me was in between me & the shooter, he turns and runs toward me. As he does he gets shot in the back three times. The gunman is out of ammo at this point and some people restrain him. Just as I'm thinking the guy who got shot would be ok, he slumps down to the floor dead. I was trying to help this guy before he dies, and looking at the extent of his injuries. Now that he is dead I try to resuscitate him.

My dream vision begins morphing at this point to where its like I have x-ray vision, but in a campy way. I can see the insides of people, although all my DCs now look dead, but I know its only the one guy in front of me who is really dead, not the others. I can see everyone's skeletons and their internal organs. Only their internal organs look campy representations of organs, like instead of real lungs, they look like balloons, etc. So the gross factor is really minimal. So I begin working on the dead guy who was shot, and I give him CPR. I'm pushing on his skeleton looking chest with my hands, I'm not really liking it but it has to be done. I know he is revived when I see his "balloon lungs" start breathing on their own. I'm glad that he is alive again, and to get my normal mode sight back again, my dream automatically morphs over into a different scene.

Now I'm somewhere outside, but near the ocean. My previous efforts have made me become lucid now. My dream isn't quite stable, and my dream characters start to panic as weird weather appears and there might have been an earthquake too. Some of my DCs are saying it is the end of the world and it is God's judgement and stuff. Although I'm seeing it all happen, it doesn't phase me one bit. Instead I start hearing what sounds like the voice of God speaking to everyone, me too. I get an idea to get out of the area, so I say let there be a big wave I can ride. As if hearing me, a big wave appears in the ocean. I was somehow able to leap over onto it and surf it with my feet all the way across the ocean to what I thought was Europe. There isn't any end of the world stuff going on when the wave gives out on the shore and I step calmly off. The only odd thing was I couldn't sense any people around, at least there was no one outside. It was eerie feeling.

I walked up to this church, "willing" for people to be inside. Once I opened the doors and went in, I did find people were inside. Even my cousin was there and it looked like I was back in a dream from earlier in the night although I don't remember the details of that earlier dream. It was as though the tidal wave had took me back into an earlier dream I had and I found that quite interesting.

Many a nonlucid dream last night. I'm not feeling very motivated to go into detail for all of these nonlucids. so I'll just go over the key points.

-A dream involving my unexpected sex change and brief lucidity.

-A dream involving my high school friends and college suite-mates engaged in a 2:00am eating contest. The university campus was full of neon signs.

-A dream involving a scavenger hunt on a post-apocalyptic version of my college campus. Everything was overgrown by a jungle and some of the buildings had collapsed.

-A dream where I was playing LittleBigPlanet attempting to make some kind of scrap-metal cage.

-A lot of dreams involving water for some reason.

-In one dream I was kyaking.

-In another dream, I was watching a documentary about a man who would swim inside of a whale's mouth and then get blasted out of the blow-hole.

-In another dream, there was a large water cannon that people would load small children into and fire them into a lake. It looked very dangerous but the children seemed to love it.

-A dream about a water fight with absurdly big water guns and tiny water balloons.

-A dream that I was vacationing in Sydney, Australia and a tsunami hit. I later became involved in a tsunami prevention group and I was telling them about how they could install sensors and a wall that would automatically rise up when a tsunami was approaching.