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Hypnagogia, non-lucid

- I hear somebody is writing with a marker on paper while I'm distractedly thinking about dream signs

.../I get to a high place on a hill. I find some pals from the university. We talk about something, then I must go down. I realize I'm on the roof of a two or three floors house. I hang from the ledge and let myself fall doing some acrobatic movements to avoid hurting me/...

.../My wife carefully serves some dishes but she looks upset because she made some mistake putting a piece of flesh with a portion of rice next to it. I don't get what's wrong, but I want to help her to put the rice back to the pot. She gets annoyed because of it cannot be done. She asks me to throw it and get a clean dish because the rice goes on the right and we must respect the formalities.
Her dad (who's not her real dad) is helping her, but I see he's already eating some. I got upset and tell her it's not fair what they are doing because on one hand she asks me to respect the formalities while her dad is doing the opposite. I decide to go out. She asks me to be careful because of a wolf pack has been seen around the place. I see a lone gray wolf on the mountains next to the city, and a group of wolfs of around 10, wandering on the street, when I notice there's a black wolf among them. I tell her, a real wolf pack couldn't have a black wolf. It must be a wolf-dog pack, because of black wolves got extinct long ago I explain. I see a big dark brown dog-wolf licking the stove. Definitively it's a group of dog-wolves I say while I walk between some of them which are lying on the floor to get out of the house which is in the middle of a narrow street/...

2nd Dream

For this dream, starting from where I remember it starting. I think I was in a bad side of town, but I was okay because this guy had kind of adopted me as his daughter or something like that. Anyways we are all sitting there chilling and this car pulls up. About three people get out and they want to rob a store but it's closed and all locked up. So they pull out a knife and decide to come after me, this is when the guy goes after them. But then one of the guys gets this bottle that looks like a huge perfume bottle with one of those squeeze things. So they set this on fire and were kicking it around because it was suppose to explode like a Molotov. I couldn't get away from it and ended up backed into a corner behind the people that were trying to rob the place. I figured they'd make a good shield for when the bottle exploded. Well the bottle turned out to be more like one of those fire crackers that shoots sparks in the air, but the flame was like a torch shooting a few feet up from the bottle. The robbers were standing in front of me cheering as they were burning. I felt a little bit of the heat but I was pretty much safe. Then I kind of woke up and there was a shift.

In the next part I was living with the protector guy and I guess it was a rehabilitation house for teens. I was one of the kids he helped rehabilitate and was now living with him helping with new teens that moved in. Well there was one girl living with us and I guess she had an father in the military or something. She wanted to go home and visit her dad. The protector didn't like this idea and said she was going to come back in sorry shape. I guess she was abused at home, since at this point I had flashbacks of her visiting home and coming back severely depressed. Then there was some kind of meeting and I was told that it was time for me to open my own rehabilitation house. I was saying I couldn't do it on my own.

I had two other fragments. The first one I was in a school I think it was suppose to be my old high school. In the dream it had transformed into a top of the line high school, well at least for science. It had the latest in science lab equipment. The only thing was I was back in school and was trying to enroll. I ran into my old 5th grade teacher and she offered to take me downstairs to enroll as a student. I remember she sat in one of those chair things to take people down a flight of stairs once we got to the bottom I woke up.

In the other fragment, a family member had opened a restaurant. The only thing was all our patrons looked really bored and so we asked them why. They said the food was fine but the atmosphere needed some change. IT was a tiny building with slate grey walls and two windows on the front on either side of the door. I think the windows had bars on them and they had these really tattered and dingy pale yellow curtains (I think the color had faded and that's why they were so pale). So we started talking about what color to paint the walls and at first I said a powder blue, then off I switched to purple. Then I started asking what kind of emotions did the owner want the place to evoke. She was saying she wanted fresh flowers on every table. It was then time to close the restaurant and I was walking home. One of my coworkers from the restaurant pulled up and offered me a ride in classic car. At this point the dream moved back in time so all the cars were "classic". I remember us driving off down the road and then waking up.

Dream - Lucid

I was with Dallas, watching TV I believe. Not sure where we were. He was looking at something with small conch seashells in it, a jar or package. I had noticed he had collected some seashells. I asked him what he needed them for. He told me for fucking. I guess he masturbated with them. I noticed he was only picking up the smooth shells.

Then, something about muppet people. They lived in a town. Jake was in love with one of them, and I was jealous. The muppet loved him too, I think. I wondered if the muppet people had real lives, or if they were just for a performance to make it look like they lived real lives.

Then, Dallas and I were watching the weather on TV. We were outside, though.There was a storm system, but it was way west of us, showing us only getting the rain from it. Dallas commented on this. I was a little disappointed, because I kinda love storms. I then saw a tornado off in the distance. It was quite far away, and not moving towards us. There was then another one closer to us, but it was made out of what looked like muted multi-colored hoops. That one was moving towards us. I calmly said we should find shelter. I asked Dallas where he wanted to go. Dallas wanted to go take shelter in this restaraunt. The multi-colored tornado came closer, and I watched as it went through buildings, but didn't destroy them. It looked like it hadn't even touched them. This weird tornado must not be destructive.

~

I had just moved into an apartment with Dallas, but I was still moving things out of two other apartments: One that I had had by myself that was actually quite spacious and beautiful, and one that I shared with Cherie' (neither of these places resembled their IWL counterparts). I was finishing up getting things out of the apartment I had by myself with my mom's help. We had gotten pretty much everything out.

I then was at the apartment I had shared with Cherie'. I saw my laptop in there; I had forgotten about it. It had a solitaire screen pulled up with the cards jumping around, kind of like when you win. I thought about how long it had been there on that screen. I then thought about how I had to use a different computer to do everything. I couldn't think of which computer I was using, however.

I then was driving somewhere in town, when I zoned out. I noticed what I thought was too late that I was about to hit a red train. I thought for sure I was gonna die, because a collision seemed imminent. I closed my eyes and braced myself, but then I only ended up going in between the cars somehow. I then got a phone call. It was someone from the company that owned the train. I noticed I was inside what looked like an inside of a space station or something of that nature; everything was metal. The man on the other line was warning me about what just happened. He wanted to make sure I was alright and that I didn't do something like that again. I told him I knew. I felt so silly and a bit ashamed for doing what I did.

I then was in one of the old apartments. My laptop was there. My mom was wanting to sell it, and the young man who wanted to buy it was there. I told him that it wasn't actually for sale, but I had extra laptop cases he could purchase. I was carrying one, and had two black ones sitting on a table nearby. The first one on the table looked too girly; it had floral-looking patterns on it. We then looked at the second one on the table, which I could have sworn was different, but it was exactly identical to the first. The one I was holding onto wasn't for sale.

I then was on the laptop. I think now I was finally at my current apartment, though it looked nothing like my IWL apartment. I was watching a video of my brother playing some Final Fantasy game. I was watching the end of the game, where a three-headed pixelated Sephiroth boss got defeated. The end screen came up, and one of the heads of the Sephiroth was missing, and blood was pooled on the ground. The background was black. It said "DESEPHIRATED". I thought about how my brother had played this for some gaming website that had asked him to do it, and they paid him for it.

I was then standing next to my friend Charles. There were other people there as well. He was playing the same game my brother had played for money on some kind of handheld system. I was leaning up on him watching him play. I thought about how weird it was that I was leaning on him. He then gave me a look to tell me to get off of him, so I did.

~

I was at the bakery where I currently work. Dallas had just had a performance in a musical that was in the same building. His mom was there, and she gave him a copy of the program of the musical. There was a note written on it that just said "NY". Nothing else was on it. I had thought that I saw some more things written on it. I turned it over, and the back had nothing either. Weird. I then figured out that our nephew, Gary, had written it. Daw. Kinda cute. It made more sense now, at any rate.

I then was trying to write something on the program as a note of when the show took place. I took what, in the dream, was called a "wax gel pen". It looked like an amber-colored crayon. I started to write, but the writing that it made was chunky and illegible. I was trying to write "2014" in the corner. You could kinda tell that's what it said, at least the 0, 1, and 4, but the 2 looked weird. I tried to fix it, but then it looked like the letter G. I also tried writing something else, I can't remember what, but it looked like just the letter W which isn't what I wanted to write. I gave up on that venture.

I then was in the back in an area that doesn't exist IWL at the bakery. I was wearing these huge, rubber black gloves that we use to get things out of the oven. It had a low ceiling, and I had to duck down to move around back there. The freezer was back there. Dallas's mom and Gary then came up. He saw me and I held my arms open for him to come and give me a hug. He ran up and I hugged him tight and for a long time. Gary then wanted to go in the freezer. I didn't want to let him go in there, I think for safety reasons. I opened the freezer door, which had no handle so I had to pull on the side, to let him feel how cold the air was in there. I felt the cold air rushing out. I asked him if he could feel it. He was laughing, and if he responded, I don't remember what he said.

I then started to walk towards the other part of the back of the bakery, the part that actually does exist IWL. I was ducking down still while I walked. When I finally got to the area that exists, I could stand all the way upright again.

~

I was in bed, playing Tomodachi Life on my 2DS. It was morning, and Dallas had already gone to work. I wanted to put it to sleep and stop playing for a bit, but I accidentally did so while still having the game open (IWL, I did this and it totally screwed up my 2DS and I had to get a new one). Crap. I went to wake it back up, and all the sudden, I had a small plate like the ones Dallas and I have IWL with two HUGE red ants on it with a blob of ketchup as well. The ants were alive, and looked to be attached to one another, as if they were mating, but they looked like they were a part of one another; the second ant didn't appear to have a head or anything, just a seamless attachment to the first ant. The first ant didn't appear to have any eyes or a mouth, just two antennae. Ugh. Creepy looking shit. Behind them, I saw two other ants that looked the same, though the first ant on this pair had eyes.

I then realized I was holding the plate, and quickly dropped it. I didn't want to get stung or bitten by these ants. The ants then moved towards the ketchup to start eating it. God, this whole thing was so fucking weird...

20/8/2014

2320-0440

1. I was in an amusement park with a friend from my old school (M). I was on one of the swinging ship rides with him. I was cowering in fear in the corner. I also went around with him buying souvenirs.

0444-0630

2. I was with my high school peers in a big building. I found J somewhere in the building. I noticed how good she looked. She was looking for someone named Leslie. I helped her look for this Leslie person. It seemed like we were all in a rush to get out of the building for some reason. We found Leslie, which turned out to be a sweater. She put Leslie on and looked even hotter. After that, we tried to rush out of the building. J and me ran out of the building together, with the dream ending there.

A pretty fruitless couple of days dream-wise...although some nasal congestion hasn't helped my concentration. I am noticing improvements...the first signs when a REM cycle starts (which I had so strongly before) and a few pretty vivid dreams. At the moment it's late morning for the best recall but things should hopefully start happening earlier when conditions are right.

20/8 8.30
It was some sort of building site in the early morning. It was littered with exotic "sleeping capsules" Sleeping & bed dreams are one of my DS's. Each capsule was individual and a bit like ornate plastic coffins.

Two women were apparently returning from their morning ablutions somewhere nearby (like campers...on a building site?) I'm thinking it was more like a typical jumbled dream attempt at caravans on a camping site rather than a building site but I seemed to be interpreting it as building site.

Another woman emerged from a nearby "capsule" and she was chatting to the two women.

Cut to me sitting with a crowd of people. It was so crowded that my hand seemed to be on the ground and hidden by the massed throng. Something had an experimental gnaw on my hand and I quickly lifted it away.
Ugh!

Not a sausage last night

Unusually, not even the feeling that I had dreams that I cant recall...

Bah!

Dream - 7:40AM

I'm on range bank's oval playing Aussie Rules Football. I'm standing in the forward line talking to the opposition teams player. I see Brent Macaffer (Professional AFL Player) and he has a word to me about something. I think it may have been something to do with chatting and not playing.

I think I kick two goals for our team.

I run over towards one of the oppositions teams players and man up with him. The ball goes over our heads and we both run after it. I beat him to the ball and side step passed him. I see one of my team mates a little too far away for me to kick, but I try to kick it as far as I could, which ends up just being enough to go over the oppositions players head but not far enough for my team mate. I feel a little bummed considering the shitty distance I was able to kick the ball. I think about strengthening my legs so I can generate more power in my kicks. I relive the moment and this time I kick the ball differently. I kick a torpedo, which makes the balls spinning formations similar to a spinning spin top. The ball goes further this time.

I'm now at my old house, standing in the kitchen. I see Arpie and I explain to him and my Dad about my dream I had. I mention about a female and dating, and that I was playing football where I kicked the ball over the oppositions teams head. I mention to Arpie again that it's just a dream, cause he starts talking about the girl and dating part as if it was real.

Another scene change, I'm at a random house and I see two females fighting in the lounge room. One of the females gets pushed over a chair.

I begin telling Dad about the dream again.

I'm standing up heading towards a door. I think I'm a female, a somewhat famous singer named Joelle, or maybe I'm just promoting her, I dunno. I see my profile open up and I edit it, putting in something about Joelle.


Dream Fragment:

I bite the tip of my finger nail, and bite some off. I'm a little disappointed due to biting them, as I've kicked the habit in real life.

Side Notes:

Felt uneasy last night and couldn't sleep for at least 3-4 hours due to having heart palpitations. Weird. Assume they're water detox symptoms.
Been practicing visualization with great success. I feel it flowing instead of being forced and stressful. It's more of a passive approach.

August 19, 2014

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So, I didn't remember much of anything while I was on the train home from Utah...

But last night, I had an interesting dream:



I was with my mentor teacher for the fall, and we were getting ready to give a math assessment to the students. It was a weird class, because the students were all varying age groups; two of the 3rd graders I taught over the summer were there, and there were some Kindergarten-aged students, and one 6th grader. I had just finished giving the test to a random student (the tests were all either in a little closet thing or out on a hill in a desert-like place) and was calling one of the students from this summer, T, into the closet. I didn't have all the materials, though, and told him I'd be right back. I went out the door, to my right, and down a hall. There was a door at the end of the hall, and I opened it, going outside. To my immediate right was a chest-height table with some papers and materials on it. I grabbed the stuff from the table (for some reason there was a tree right behind the table, and the branches hung low over it, so I had to brush them away in order to get the papers) and headed back to the room. T finished his test, and I gave him the prize (they all got a present when they finished): a book. It was thick. I told him, "Now, don't you want to challenge yourself with this book?"

Then I got back to the classroom, and my mentor teacher and I talked about whether the other 3rd grader from this summer, J, would hit puberty this year or not. I drew a beard on his face to see what it would look like.





I woke up after this dream; it was only like 3-ish in the morning. I rolled over, and decided to try to WILD again (I've been attempting it for the past few nights).

I closed my eyes, relaxed my body and my breathing, and envisioned walking along a mountain ridge...



Kittens and Platypuses

It wasn't long before I had started dreaming; I wasn't aware of that fact, though. I was simply walking along this beautiful mountain ridge; the Big City was to my left, and the sky was blue with a few wispy clouds. I had the impression that I was supposed to be doing something, and then I saw a man in colorful clothing; I realized it was the Face, and looked down at my hands: I was dreaming!

I walked up to him, remmbering the TOTMs, and asked, "Where's Howl's castle right now?"

He simply grinned, pointed ahead of him (which was to my right, over the mountains), and I grinned right back at him. I jumped off the ridge and started flying in the direction he'd pointed. I passed a few landmarks I recognized from my dream map (an aspen forest and a small hut).

Then I heard the familiar sound of Howl's Castle (that clip starts with the sound) and descended to where I then spotted it. I banged on the door, and yelled, "Sophie, are you home?!"

After a few seconds, the door opened, but it was Zukin inside the castle, not Sophie. Oh well, that worked just fine.

I went inside and looekd around; the room was different than it is in the movie, but I spotted a fireplace to the left, and approached it. "Calcipher?" I asked, and the flame blinked at me.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"
"Is Sophie home?"
"No, she's out learning to fish with Howl. Romantic, isn't it?"
I grinned. "Oh. Well, can you tell me a word in a different language?" I asked, suddenly remembering the other task.
Calcipher flickered a bit and at first didn't say anything. For a moment I thought I might be losing control, because things started to fizzle out a bit, so I touched the hearth, rubbing my hands along it. I thought about putting my hand in the fire, but I figured that would be rude to Calcipher.
He finally answered: "Berzzit."

"Berwhat? Can you spell that?"
"B-E-R-Z-Z-I-T."
"Oh. Berzzit. What does that mean?"
"It means when you wake up and are so groggy that you walk into the doorframe on your way out of your room." Oddly specific, there.
"Huh."

I turned from Calcipher and looked around the room again. The door through which I'd come was closed again, and Zukin had disappeared. I went to the door, and opened it: Still mountains, where I'd entered. I closed it again, and looked at the dial. I knew what everything was supposed to look like because I've seen the movie so many times, and so I knew what to expect. There were five colors though, instead of four, on the dial. It was currently on green. There was also a black, blue, yellow and orange. Naturally I turned it to the orange.

I put my hand on the door handle, closed my eyes, took a breath, not knowing what to expect on the other side. I hoped it was be cool... I opened the door, and opened my eyes.

Boy was it cool. I stepped out into a small clearing in a forest of pines. I turned around to look at where the door was. I was expecting to see a small hut of some sort, but the door just stood on it's own.

I turned back to the clearing, and noticed there were kittens and platypuses all over the place. The Face was also there; he was sitting in the grass, playing with a kitten. "Where are we?" I asked, sitting next to him. He didn't respond, only played with the kitten some more. I picked up the nearest platypus to me, and held it in my lap. I got so distracted with playing with the animals that I lost lucidity and mindlessly frolicked in the clearing with the Face. There may have been other activity beginning with an F, but I can't remember too well.

August 15, 2014

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Better Beer

All I remembered was something about flying over some beautiful, sprawling fields so I could make better beer. Or better something, I can't quite remember what it was.





Blowing Up Houses

I was with my family, but they lived in a different apartment. I had to go to class but they were not home (they had taken my car somewhere), so I drove their car instead. I first met with my advisor, and he told me I had a new class to take, about German movies. Apparently I was going to be the only one in the class who could speak German.

I got to class late because I had to park the car in a garage further away from the building... I noticed that one of the 3rd graders I taught this summer was in the class as well. We were filling out a worksheet when I walked into the classroom. Then we had a break, and I realized I had to get something from the car. I walked out of the classroom and to where my car was parked, unlocked it, forgot what I was doing there, and locked it back up. When I got back to the class, the teacher was showing an example of one of the worksheet answers; it was mine. I had written something about a clip in Harry Potter where Harry, Ron, and Hermione blowing up Harry's old house so he could move out of it. We had to label the scenes in the movie, and that's the one I'd chosen.

I am returning from a business trip. I have been away for quite some time, and am ready to be intimate with my wife. She is on the phone with her sister, and the door is shut. She finally emerges, and I tell her I would like to have a talk. We go into the bedroom together.

My wife then makes an odd comment. "Men are really just a pile of sex cells, so I think you just need a good fuck."

In dream, this actually sounds kind of good, and we start getting into bed (the bedroom, of course, is not our bedroom, and my wife doesn't even look like herself--but why should that seem weird at all? ). But then I realize, no, I would like to just talk and spend time with my wife. For some reason now I open up the drawer next to the bed, and find a pistol in the drawer. We do not own a pistol, and so I demand to know why there is a gun in the house.

My wife gets defensive. "You were gone for so long!" she says. "I needed some way to protect myself!"

My dream thinking then comes to this conclusion: some man has purchased this gun for my wife, and she has been having an affair. "Who bought you this gun?" I shout.

I then glance at the sliding glass door, and see a man standing there, and it hits me: this is her lover, looking in on us. I am really pissed, and jump up to confront him. At this point, a mob forms outside. The neighbors begin chasing this guy, and he runs off. One of them, an older man, beckons to me through the glass, and I think, Alright, let's get this motherfucker! A group of the neighbors drag my wife out of the house but I am running after her lover now.

While I am running, I notice that some of the neighbors are people I know from high school. Am I dreaming? I wonder, as people from high school are a dreamsign for me, but the dream plot is so demanding and fast-paced that I quickly forget about state checking and continue pursuit.

The neighbors have now cornered the man near a dumpster (and I think he may have even been in the dumpster). My first thought now is of the pistol--where is that gun, so I can shoot this asshole? I realize that I left it back at the house, though. Turns out there is now a baseball bat in my hand. It's long and black and purple, and looks like a nerf bat. It's heavy and solid, though, and I think that I could easily kill someone with it. I heft it and prepare to hit my wife's lover, who is on the ground in front of me.

Then I suddenly realize I don't need to do this. There isn't any good reason to kill this man. I back off, and feel a bit better. We then become friends in the dream (though my memory is a little fuzzy here). Once I've decided to not act in violence, the crowd begins to disperse. Soon I am by myself, walking back through the neigborhood. At this point it strikes me--oh yeah, I wanted to test reality. And of course, I am dreaming.

I am a little annoyed, because I realize I've spent a good bit of dream time on "dream drama," and not doing things that are constructive or fun. It's nighttime, and I decide to fly through the neighborhood a bit. I lift off of the ground easily, but begin to have some hangups. I instinctively revert to the swim method, but when it doesn't immediately succeed, I just hang there in midair, remember that I'm not doing the swim schema anymore, and reassert my intention of flight. I begin to fly normally, without dream body movement.

I then realize I am slowing down, but I think to myself, no, I'm flying fast, and then I am flying fast. The wind is whipping past my face and it feels really wonderful. All around me though, the dream is beginning to get blurry, and the darkness is increasing.

In the past, I have associated dream darkness with waking up, and so assume the dream is ending (as it had gone on for quite a bit already). However, I still attempt some stability techniques. I shout, "Increase lucidity!" and some sharpness and clarity does return momentarily, but then begins to fade again. At this point, the dream scene is retreating away from me at top speed, and I am stuck in some kind of dark tunnel vision. My thought at this moment (unfortunately) is "I've got to try to get back to the dream scene" and I leap forward with all I've got.


I slam into the bedside table at my old apartment complex, breaking the lamp in the process. Glass is everywhere and I assume that I have broken REM atonia and moved in my sleep (which is unfortunately something I tend to do). As I am cleaning up the glass, I hear my wife cooking in the next room, as well as Frank Sinatra singing from the stereo. I then receive a false memory of Frank singing all night. I wake up shortly after.

Side notes: The "Loony Tunes Retreating Dream Scene" is something that has happened before, and something I plan to recognize as a false awakening the next time it occurs.

The non-lucid part of the dream involved me having to attend multiple family weddings in one day. But every time I show up to the party, it isn't on for some reason.

The lucid part is where I found myself at my local gym. The weather outside the windows looks grey and wet. I notice a man who I haven't spoken to in about 10 years. I realize I am dreaming because the only time I have ever seen this guy since then is in my dreams. Also, he is doing a bench press on the floor instead of using the rack, and his set is taking forever.

I run over to him to see how real he is, and I jump and try to pounce on him. He disappears before I land, leaving nothing but the barbell on the mat.

I get up and move around the gym, just to see what else I can do. This must be the point where I either woke up or lapsed into non-lucidity, because I remember nothing else.

Saturday, 17th August

Moon: 62% illuminated waning gibbous (21 days old) in Taurus

Tarot of the Day: Knight of Pentacles

Mayan 13 Moon Calender Date: White Self Existing Dog

Nostril open on awakening: Left (feminine side/right brain)

Dream:

A sprawling Florentine city lay before Matt and I.
(Matt is one of my best friends,although we do not see each other anymore as he lives overseas)
We explore the Tuscan city fully prepared up with our backpacks and camping gear.There seemed to be a reason for us to avoid authority on every occasion that they appeared.Why I do not know

The was an electric charged energy of festivities that lingered in the air,and there many females paraded around the narrow streets dressed entirely in white.
Woman's day perhaps?

We reach an empty silo made of large off-beige coloured bricks. Inside we find many thin wooden poles that have their one end firmly concreted into the wall, with the other side protruding outward. We glanced at each other and I can telepathically tell we're both thinking the same thing...
Monkey bars!
My conscious perspective shifts to the 3rd person and I watch Myself and Matt climb and swing from one pole to the next,slipping a couple of times but saving ourselves with a swift grab and grasp on the lower poles.

I find myself in a big open plaza with my black Royal Enfield motorbike,the same one I had when travelling around India.
A group of excited and most likely intoxicated middle aged ladies are celebrating in a big white double decker bus with the roof removed about 30 metres to my left.Shortly after, they exit the plaza in a frenzied blur.

There's a cold breeze out, so I lay along the length of the long motorbike seat and cover myself with a blanket.
Jenna,a petite girl with blonde dreadlocks and piercing blue eyes approaches from behind to chat with me. I can immediatly sense the attraction between us and I invite her to come join me under the covers.
She surveys the parking lot anxiously, and I can see her think twice about my offer, but eventually she obliges.
We begin to talk about how body warmth is the best thing to keep warm in this cold weather. This was just small talk as the fondling began to escalate, with me spooning her tightly from behind.
I stop.I know this is wrong.I know that she has a boyfriend, and a child with the same man. Guilt grabs continue hold of my gut and my primal nature is unhappily halted.
Jennas initial reluctancey of joining me made complete sense.

We continue to chat about bland surface layer topics without the previous sexual aura, yet i know that she began asking herself question.
"Why did he stop?Surely i made it clear what I wanted by jumping under the covers with him??"

Later, around the lunch table, I see her boyfriend sitting with a black beanie covering his long hair... and his smiling eyes greet me. I act as if nothing has happened.

The plaza now seemed to be a full on festival,and in the corner of my eye I see my parents,looking startled and out of place.
I decide to give them some pure MDMA to ease their anxieties.
"What the hell is this??",my mother asks worryingly.
"Just trust me and take it.", I tell her as I break the large pinkish-white crystal into two pieces,giving the bigger half to my Father.

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

The classroom was full of students,at least 30 of them.
I recognized the old brown chairs and wooden fold up desks to be the same ones in my high school,which i haven't visited in 7 years since matriculating.

I sat quietly,2nd row from the back.After uttering something that to a fellow student next to me i felt a painful slap making contact with the left side of my face.The blow came from behind.
Angrily I turned around to see curly haired, olive skinned Casey with a look of menace on his face.
Could he overheard and perceived my comment to be an offensive one?

The statement was soon deciphered as benign and non-malicious,although i received no apology as redress.
This made me boil inside.

I had a short lucid. A tiny one. All I remember is pinching my nose, the RC worked and I was lucid! I went outside (from somewhere) and before I could do anything I felt myself waking up. I tried to fight it, to stay in the dream, but I lost lucidity. Not sure if I actually woke up or if it was a FA.

We stopped at a Greek take-out restaurant. I saw bags of take-out orders being loaded onto a plane to be shipped all the way to Greece. "Wow, this place is hardcore," I thought.

We had parked right under the nose of the plane, where there was a niche just big enough for the car (a 2006 silver Volkswagen bug) to fit. I was a worried because it looked like the plane was about to take off, but figured it would be okay, since the plane would have to back up first, which would release the car from underneath it, and then the plane would turn ninety degrees to access the runway. The car should be fine. Still, I thought I should check. I called up to a lady in the cockpit, "Hey, is it alright if we park--"

Before I could even finish the sentence, a metal plate slammed down over the nose of the plane, closing up the niche where our car was parked. Meanwhile the plane began to pull backward, flattening the top of the car. There was a white flash and the sound of an explosion, and I knew the car was ruined.

I was annoyed because I had been hoping to inherit this car when my husband was done with it. Still, what was done was done, and there was no point getting bent out of shape now. So I tried to stay calm and figure out if there was anything practical to be done.

Note: 2006, the year of the car, is clearly WLR (waking life residue), as last night I was comparing various editions of a book that included this year. The plane is also WLR as I've been flying a lot recently. Not sure where the Greek restaurant came from.