Morning of May 17, 2014. Saturday. There is a town that, if the orientation is relative to La Crosse (which it seems to be in my dream) it is east of where I am presently living in my dream. This seems to be a fictional location but still seemingly on Gillette Street (“Gillette” of course, relative to “close shaves”). There are quite a few people around. The story is, that worms have all but taken over the next town to the east. These worms mostly crawl up walls and fall on people and “bore” from the back of the neck (being a possible play on someone being “a pain in the neck”, “painfully boring”, and “getting under one’s skin” - and “worm” also sounds a little like “word” - so what I gather from this is - “boring words being a pain in the neck and getting under the skin” which is quite relevant and timely). There have been a few times in my life where pests almost got the better of me, but not in this case, and of course never in a “real” or life-oriented sense. The worms are known as “Vermicelli Obnoxious”, but when rendered harmless by some sort of special cheese sauce (with some sort of human DNA mixed with earthworm DNA), they turn into macaroni and die as such, yet with a clay-like essence. I know this sounds ridiculous (even for me), but it really was quite vivid and coherent, though not lucid until just at waking point. A chubby man, reminding me a bit of an unwashed hot dog vendor in a park during an expo (circa 1997) is setting up some sort of “repellent”. The cheese sauce in question seems to repel the worm, so I am not sure how it could kill them if they supposedly always crawl away from it, but such is typical dream “logic”. He checks one larger pot in some sort of outdoor cooking area. The special “repellent” is in a circular pattern, seemingly blocking the apparent space in the pot’s lid from where the handle is attached via screws. He checks the other pot, which seems solid through the lid due to the handle not being attached with screws and instead welded on. For a moment, he seems puzzled, but then leaves it as it is without putting in any special cheese sauce. I am not sure I trust the circumstances of “saving the town”, but I still volunteer for the dangerous journey into worm territory. Over time, we (the group and I) are walking about in a safer area of the town. However, arguments and name-calling break out. There are three lines of people that remind me of how I was part of a line in the playground at West Elementary with other lines of students for other teachers as we were to return to class. I was part of the last line to return to class (as if it was some sort of punishment) because there was always a particular student that was basically a troublemaker - who tried to claim that this was somehow everyone else’s fault even though he was the only legitimate bully in the entire grade, so the teacher, Mrs. Faison (an older black lady who was my favorite teacher at the time) would walk around until he was “settled” before taking the line of her students into the school (as you can guess, sometimes this took a few minutes or more as he talked to himself, the student in front of him and the student in back of him, saying that he actually was not talking that whole time he was talking - Mrs. Faison showing quite a bit of patience with him, really). Again, in my dream there are two lines of about eight people each facing each other and oriented east/west, and an additional line, facing south and standing near a sort of park utility building that has a singular awning the length of the building. The whole fiasco of name-calling seems to be related to the first “team” of worm hunters and aid workers or whatever being jealous of the other two teams that actually have done more work regarding direct involvement with more people and “worm attacks” and a higher risk. One male at the head of a line of a team I seem to be in yells something about “showing your feathers” as some sort of metaphor for being “ruffled” I think though I am not sure. Eventually, the cheese sauce seems to be working and it is safer to go into more previously infested areas of the town. I sit down at a picnic table with several others. A girl, who reminds me of Steve Irwin’s wife (I saw them in real life at a show in Brisbane prior to their marriage and before they became more well-known), is walking around checking out the area nearby and walks back near the table. She looks in my direction and warns people that some of the worms may still be active and stares at me cautiously as I feel smaller, lighter things falling on my head. I feel a strange knife-like poke in the back of my neck and reach back to pull it out at the same time a fair amount of clay-like “elbow macaroni” falls from my hair as I quickly brush it all out as they all (the worm-creatures) are somehow rendered harmless or dead, most of which are now either pale gray or a sickly pale pink. This was a “close call”, but the one I pulled from the back of my neck seemed to be one of the last worms left in the dangerous “Vermicelli Obnoxious” stage. All the other worms in the town, it seems, have either died or turned into harmless clay-like elbow macaroni. For a moment, I thought I was in trouble, but there was one and only one boring worm being a pain in the neck. After waking, there is an odd concern about my dream that I did not have in-dream, that being Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Conqueror Worm” - about human mortality and the inevitability of death.
5/17/14 Last night bed before 10, but couldnt fall asleep - 4:50am I'm Italy, Liguria. One Italian tells me this, while I'm looking at postcards to buy. The cards are nothing special. Some rocky shore, some dry chaparall mountains. I'm asking something from a guy at a train station. He starts laughing and replies to me in Italian, something like he is Tony... and Italian and why do I think he knows what I'm asking or speaks the language. To my surprise I speak Italian a bit too, or maybe more like just some international words and we communicate a bit, laughing. I'm at this train station at the end of the dream. It's the end of a trip for me and I'm meeting up with others to leave. There are 2 small, maybe 7-9 year old kids trailing me. We are some friends, or have some deeper connection. They don't want me to leave. Even before that, I'm telling someone that while we were in Mexico? (Italy), there was a big earthquake, not like a 6 something, but 5 something. Before that was something, about mountains or hills. It was a long dream, I woke up from it, said "great, a dream" and went back to bed. Have to by me that pen with light I saw on amazon for the gift money I still got there, so I can write them as they happen.
17/5/2014 i remember like none of my dreams only a little part i have this glass monopoly cup and its pretty big, i store spare change and stuff in it. i had a dream i had a bunch of change, some of not even american currency and i was putting it in there. i then remember having a huge stack of one dollar bills and putting it in there. and thats all i remember. i know there was more
I was first visiting my friend R, and I brought pierogi for her family to taste. Then R and her family were visiting us. We were expecting some extended family of hers whom I had not met yet. Someone looked in through my window. I went to look who it was. It was a woman with a girl. It soon became clear they were Polish. They came from Krakow. They wanted to come in and join the party. I said not today. Maybe though if they came another time, my kids could play with the girl at playground. I had the impression they were poor, and I was not sure I would trust them inside my home. After they left, my friend R and I had an argument out of character for her. She was saying they were poor and needed help, but that how could I justify helping them if there were even more needy people in Senegal? (I do not know why specifically Senegal.) We argued for a while and parted angry.
Non-lucid, lucid, False awakening .../We are in my grandparent's old house. It's night, the kids sleep in a big room and I hear some noises coming from the courtyard. I go out and find a raccoon is taking a walk around the place. I'm happy to finally see one of those little bandits. He seems to be not so happy and turns to bite me. I put my leg to keep him away but he growls and bites my shoe. It's a funny situation, although I don't like him to be so aggressive. Then I realize perhaps I won't be able to be friends with one of them under this situation. During the struggle, I take him into the kitchen. I see some leftover food on the table. I want to take it with one hand, but he jumps and bites that hand. He's not pressing too much, I feel his teeth like I was playing with my dog. Then I use my other hand to take the can and get to put it close to him. He turns and starts eating. What a fight! I wake up on the bed and feel one of my teeth is falling, I move it with my tongue then it falls I remember it recently happened and it's always a dream, I stand up and spit the pieces I have in my mouth. I get on the carpet next to the bed and see a lot of tiny pieces I spat on it. I want to make some fun while I clean my mouth. I take the little white stones and throw them to a doorway in front of me. There's a whole on the opposite wall where some of the stones fall rolling. I try to throw them inside that hole which looks like the door of a mouse home. I can see there's a street on the other side. Sometimes when a stone falls on the floor, it turns into a mouse which runs for cover, some of them get into the hole, some of them turn in another direction. The scene is funny, so I keep doing it with the next pieces I still have in my mouth. They turn into mice, rats and little black ones which look like little skunks. It's getting a little bit tedious to clean my mouth because of always there are more and more pieces inside of it. I take a look where I was throwing all the stones, and there's a group of around 50 little mammals rhythmically moving with the movements of my hand. Getting closer when I put my hand behind me and going away when I throw the next pieces which now turn into little skunks. I feel my body is fading away. Now I'm lying on the bed in the same initial position, push my tooth once again. It moves and falls. This time I don't want to waste my time. I stand up and spit what I have inside my mouth. It starts again to appear more and more pieces. Then I remember something I read in DV, something like "Everything needs your attention in order to exist". It's the perfect situation to put that into practice. I stop thinking about the pieces inside my mouth and go through the doorway to the other room. I see another hole the size of my hand in the wall. I remember I can use it to go through. I use my hands to make it bigger until I can go through. The wall seems to be made of rubber. There's a bus station on the other side. When I turn to see the room where I was, I see some guys are playing video games sitting on a sofa in front of a big TV screen. I hear 80's arcade games music playing in the background. I want to see if I can close the hole the same way. I take the borders and try to put them together but they don't fit together. It's a little bit difficult to put the borders together. One of the guys stands up and helps me. Once again I feel my body fading away/... * I see the clock, it has been just one hour after somebody called to my phone and I didn't answer because of I was falling asleep. I think the first short REM stage is over, so I take some notes and go back to sleep.
Updated 05-18-2014 at 12:19 PM by 18736
I started this dream in some weird looking school. It looked like it was in ruins, walls made of stone, grass on the floor, etc. However it seemed normal for me at the time. Apparently I was in charge of some school festival and I was getting ready. It was the middle of the night. I also think I was dressed as Harry Potter for some reason, but I'm not sure. Next thing I know I'm supposed to find some guy that went missing. I went outside the school looking for him, walking along a grassy trail. I then reached some kind of wooden structure, almos like a combination between a treehouse and a cabin. I climbed into it trough a ladder. Inside I think I found the guy who was missing. I don't remember what he looked like other than having short black hair. I think he went up to the second floor through a ladder. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but there suddenly were some girls in the cabin (I assume from my school) who were looking for him. I got lucid at around this point. I then started rubbing my body against them (I have this annoying habit of doing sexual things in LDs altough I'd rather spend my lucidity doing something else) and we start doing some sexy stuff which I'm not gonna go in detail very much (I won't lie, it was good). I did however manage to control myself and didn't lose my dream. Then Jenny (a character from a cartoon called my life as a teenage robot) showed up and I wanted to get it going with her (don't ask) so I shot two hookshots from the back of my hand to a wall in the second floor and they pulled me towards it. I noticed the guy I had saved turnet into a zombie and frantically ran around until I killed it with a blow to the head. And thing get even better from here. Me and some guy are now speeding through a town in the middle with the desert. I'm running around, shooting hookshots and flying when for some reason I get the urge to try dying in a cool way, probably to see what would happen. I tought to myself "I could do that by diving into a volcano" and then I spotted one. Me and the other guy went into it. Next thing I know I'm inside the volcano and there is this white-purple-ish energy explosion growing (apparently it was the earth's core exploding) and I was going toward it with a grin. It was all so epic and I was extremelly excited. I was thinking to myself "My body is being completely destroyed by the heat". I wasn't feeling pain but instead a slight, painless burning sensation. After sometime my body vanished, however I was still conscious, so I tought to myself "Now all that's left is my soul to burn!" and my soul appeared in the shape of a blue flame (like in Soul Eater). I could feel it burning. Again, it wasn't pain but a way more intense burning sensation. It almost felt like my soul was a meteor crashing down towards earth and burning. After my soul was completelly incinerated everything went black and I had a false awakening. I then proceded to have a non-lucid dream where I took care of a little girl and went back in time with her, but it wasn't as interesting.
I can't believe I only now remember to write down what I remember from last night's dream! I remember it felt like it was a long dream, but I recall only two fragment parts of it: One fragment involved searching for something on a map, possibly the lair of the bad guy. Then I found the bad guy. He had a little girl he had kidnapped. I killed him, or so I thought, but he revived again. I know there was much more to it, and after this scene there was more, but that's all I recall now (in the evening after a whole day).
I HAD A DREAM MY FATHER AND DEVONTE WAS TRAVELING ON CAMELS AND MY FATHER SAID SEE THAT MEAN SOMETHING. I ALSO HAD A DREAM MY DAD JOSEPH WALLACE PEOPLES AKA POOCHIE HAD A NEWS CAMERA AND HE WAS AT MY AUNTIE HOUSE WITH IT AND ME AND LATOYA IN THE CASKET I WAS GLOWING IN RED WITH A MEMORY OF DEVONTE AND LATOYA WAS IN ALL BLACK AND MY FATHER SAID SHOULD I KILL LATOYA
I had a dream I was in a big house at night and someone tryed to kill me by throwing a knife at me. I guess its cause to them I broke in their house. However, I blew away the knife because I knew it was a dream. Than I woke up.In my next dream I think I was in a school. I made someone drop their papers by mistake and they got mad at me. I think the person wanted to kill me so I ran. I suddenly appeared in this place with a huge rocket ship. A animal crossing character was there and said abcdef. I left weirded out by the place and saw a guy. He had butterfly's flying in a pile in front of him. As if it was a butterfly campfire. He told me this is the place where those who God forgive and are given a second chance come to. Than he said we have to eat the butterfly's to survive. Something about a earthquake too and than I woke up. In my third dream I was in a shoping mall. There were people buying clothes, looking around but than suddenly a boy who worked there started arguing with his friend. Than they both took out a sword and started fighting near me. I was like guys...stop...guys...while trying not to get hit by the sword. But I got cut by the sword and my arm started bleeding. I flew away from the scene and found a man who asked me for help. He wanted a good shirt. I chose one for him but he said he didn't like it. I kept looking till my sister told me she was leaving and went in a cramped elevator in the wall. I tryed to fit in but couldn't so I left. After that I did a few other things and ended up in a car with my bro. We got out and a few boys started to laugh at me. I was mad but kept on walking. In the street I saw a man walking his dog on the street. Than I kept walking and saw a older man on the street. I got scared of him for no reason...and ran into a house. There I found parakeets on top of the dresser. It fell down but I was OK. I was talking to some girls about my parakeets I found and how one looked sick cause I found him outside. Than I woke up.
Kuroshitsuji-based. I'm looking at a sort of frozen image of two people - as a disembodied observer, I can move around and look at this scene from different angles, but time isn't moving. Two figures in heavy fur-lined coats that cover them completely. I can't see their faces, but I'm aware the tall one in black is Sebastian, and the small one in white that he's carrying is Ciel and also myself. I'm focusing on the hood of Ciel/my coat - the opening for the face is completely in shadow, and something about the deepness and the blackness of that opening and the fact that the face can't be seen makes me feel sure he's a demon. I'm about to enter a temple, together with three or four friends and family. We're standing around an outdoor sink where you wash your hands before entering the temple, and I'm looking around and thinking about the beauty of the entrance. Over to the left there's a separate building that's also part of the temple compound, but not sacred, and when I realize the others haven't been there before, I insist we go see it first. There's a line to purchase entrance - which is very expensive - and they don't understand what this other place is, so I explain it to them while we're waiting in line. This building, the McKittrick, was built by an eccentric rich man who filled it with all manner of strange collections over his life. After he died, it was bought by a woman who- (My memory's vague about what I said that woman did, but it was something to do with folklore. Elves were specifically mentioned, prompting a scene change.) Third person, outside that building, it's night now. Three strange-looking figures that I think of as elves are standing around, agitated about something, waiting to execute some plan. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A friend of mine introduces me to a woman he's in love with - who turns out to be a living weapon sent to kill me. But she herself hadn't realized that; she was a sleeper agent, some kind of machine, programmed to become a weapon again the moment she saw me. It's painful to watch her personality disappear. I'm angry at the people who created her, and also blaming myself for involving both her and my friend. I try to take care of the situation without my friend finding out what's happening. This ultimately ends in a chase scene where I'm running from that friend. I go semi-lucid while flying to avoid him. There's a small stand of trees at the edge of the property, and as I reach them, I decide to change scenes; I stop among the trees and focus on the feel of the branches around me, trying to change the scene to a dense forest. When I stop focusing on the feel and look around again, I'm not in a forest, but the grass is much taller and the buildings around have vanished, and the friend I was running from flies over my head without seeing me.
Morning of May 16, 2014. Friday. Regarding a related anniversary-like link, I found that one of this morning’s dreams, as is sometimes the case (sometimes with postcognitive potential), links up to past aspects around the same time period by year. The “anniversary” associations (not the exact day, but fairly close) relate to an article I just coincidentally found (without any search or intent) that was published on May 13, 2013; “Skylab’s Remains: NASA Space Station Debris in Australia (Photos)” and the fact that Skylab was launched on May 14, 1973 according to Wikipedia and the NASA website (though some sources, including the plaque in Australia say the 24th of May). Today’s date, presently, from my location, is May 16, 2014 though it is apparently still May 15 in, for example, California. In my dream, some old friends and I are somehow on board the Skylab. I am not sure what our mission is, if any mission is even implied. There are also different rooms for seemingly different types of people; for example, each in their own niche or clique, so to speak. There is a group of obese women who seem to actually live, half-dressed, in a circular sauna area near the “bottom” area of Skylab. This area is amusingly known as “Coffeelab”. (My wife Zsuzsanna and I do not drink coffee as neither of us can stand the taste or smell. Caffeine also has the opposite effect on me than supposedly with other people and makes me feel extraordinarily tired.) Over time, some maintenance needs to be done, I believe of which relates to the cylindrical oxygen tank. Somehow, there is a very large coffee machine which is sort of torus-shaped (like a giant lifesaver) but more like a trapezoidal template than circular where the narrower “top” is oriented inward. This coffee machine is sixteen feet above the women. (This particular distance has recurred in dreams since childhood for whatever reason). Something goes wrong with the coffee machine and the connecting bars loosen and break, causing it to fall on the obese women (there being about six of them). They are mostly only in towels and giggling and gossiping mindlessly until the coffee machine falls on them, falling down through the cylindrical construct. A little later, the debris cannot be seen, but the women are all lying about having been killed, the largest on her back with her arms and legs out, like in some sort of horizontal jumping jack position or X-shape. From here, my friends and I are told by the Skylab mission control that we need to drink all the coffee that is still available before it “goes to waste”. This seems like a strange task. The coffee is disgusting and has large granular blobs in it (as it then seems like instant coffee which is even worse than that from a coffee machine), almost like drinking mud. I spend several minutes (during at least three time periods) stirring the large glass I have with a small metal rod of some kind and watch the interesting and seemingly powerful swirls (like a variation of the Yin Force, or Yin and Yang integrating), which seem magnified. My hands seem magnified as well, which is a fairly common perspective in my dreams when focusing on my body. From there, I just continue to watch the attractive Yin-and-Yang-like patterns and whirlpool-like effects without drinking any more sludge. There have been similar dreams where bliss began to dominate my dream when it involved Yin-and-Yang-like patterns or whirlpool effects, including the whale song dream of February 22, 2013. I also count the “Tornado!” dream of September 13, 1970 (wife’s birthday) as one because of the implied joining of the Yin and Yang forces before I knew of her real existence (at least as one interpretation).
I'm at work when I hear a call for back-up cashiers. I head up front to see where I can help, but I'm confused by what I see. There's only one line, even if it looks a little long, and there's cashiers milling around with nothing to do. I question whether they really need any back-up and I decide I might as well hop on the first open register. There's a woman with several kids who had dumped a pile of things directly on the scanner. When I ask if she needs help, she says that she's using the self check-out and doesn't need a cashier. But we don't have self check-out. I realize she's a little confused, so I ring up her items. She tries to pay by check, but she signs the top of the check instead of the bottom. Also, she's signed with two names, and one of them is Sandor Clegane? Something doesn't feel right about this. I ask her for ID, and she tells me that she doesn't have one but it's her husband's check, so we'll have to wait for him. And we wait. And wait… Her husband finally makes his way over at a snail's pace. He takes a look at the total on the screen, but refuses to hand over any sort of ID. Instead, he claims they haven't spent enough money! He then wants me to tell him all the sales this week so he can figure out what else to buy. By now, I'm getting really angry at how this family is wasting my time. I consider voiding the transaction and walking away, but I'm really not sure I can get away with that. I try to remember what this week's promotions are, but I'm stumped. It must be the first day of the week, and I probably didn't get a chance to check the weekly ads. But we have sales circulars for reference at every register. I grab the one at my register, except instead of a circular, it's a binder covered with flowers. I see a wire rack with more circulars, so I run to grab one. But when I take a closer look, I realize that they're just magazines. At this point, I see S, the security guy, walk past me in his uniform. I call out to him since I haven't seen him for a while. He stops, but he seems to shrink about a foot in height. He turns around and I see it's actually T, another coworker from a completely different area (who is also about a foot shorter than S). I ask him why he's wearing the uniform, and he explains that he's just helping out while S is on vacation. I still need to find that damned sales circular. I decide to try grabbing one from another register, but there's a little obstacle in my way: a pond. Yes, there's a pond in the store, apparently. It's about five feet in diameter and it's blocking my path to the closest register. Oddly enough, it looks just like the retention pond outside my old junior high school. I skirt around the pond's edge, but somehow I end up walking through the water. It's not very deep, barely coming up to my shins, but I can feel my feet sinking into the mud. There's a girl I don't recognize working on the register next to the pond. I ask her for a sales circular, and she smiles as she hands over her copy. But this isn't what I expected. For one thing, it's handwritten, and it's dated May 6th. None of this makes sense… because this is a dream. There's a moment where I'm full of indecision, not sure what I should do: tell the irritating customers to get lost or abandon this dream scene entirely by spinning. Almost immediately, the dream starts to fade. I focus on the sensation of sinking into the mud and try to ignore my real body. It's a bit difficult, but eventually I'm back at my register with this crazy family still not finished checking out until I tell them what's on sale. I hit the void key, toss the void slip at them, and walk away. I've had enough of them. I start walking the perimeter of the store to give myself enough time for the dream to stabilize. I'm joined by S as I walk. At one point, we come across a large crowd that's blocking our way. S barges ahead, but he transforms into yet another coworker. I watch his back as his uniform fades away and turns into a different shirt. The crowd grows thicker and keeps me from moving forward. I don't know how to get through this obstacle at first, then I have an idea. I shout, "HEY! PREGNANT LADY COMING THROUGH!" The crowd immediately parts. I look down and see that I am very, very pregnant. The store fades away and I find myself in a hospital birthing suite, lying on a bed, preparing to give birth. There's no pain. In fact, there's no pressure or any other sensation that I would have expected. Really, I just feel happy that I'm finally about to do this. The baby comes out -- except it's not a baby I see, but a six-foot-tall man wearing swim trunks. He's very tan and has extremely light blond hair that looks like it's been bleached by the sun. He looks at me and says, "Bro, I've gotta catch some waves. See you later!" before taking off. I'm confused why he would call me "bro." Next to me, someone says, "You know, I had hair that light when I was a kid." I look over and realize the man standing next to me is Benedict Cumberbatch, and I remember him saying something similar in an interview last year. He stands up to leave, and I see that he's wearing a tuxedo and carrying a top hat. I ask him to stay. Actually, I start pleading with him to stay, but he says he has an event to go to. Then I wake up.
This entry is a quick reference for me so I can be sure I'm keeping on track. Day Practice: - Constant present moment self-awareness / mindfulness - Sensory and environmental awareness - Lucid daydreaming / visualization - Mindfulness meditation Night Practice: - Meditate right before bed when possible - Read dream journal - Review memory of the day - Visualization - Naturally awaken after dreams - WBTB if time allows it Dreamsigns: - My house - Girlfriend and roommates - Video games and movies - Sudden location change - Any bizarre events Reality Checks (preferably in order): - Location - Recent memory - Current activity - Hands / Nose Pinch / Text - Review if those make sense and then return to focusing on the present moment Current Goals: - Lucid dreams 3 times a week - Calmly explore my dream world - Basic dream control (manipulating objects, levitate)
Updated 05-16-2014 at 06:18 PM by 53121
16/5/2014 ya i skipped 15 because i had remembered the dream, but forgot it in the middle of the day. usually i recite them in my head many times when i wake up, in the shower, etc. to make sure i DO remember them up until i get home to post them on here, but i just forgot it. ok first ill start of with the first dream i had before 3am i had a dream i was playing age of empires 1 (but my vision was the screen). all i remember was creating a ton of watch towers and enemies tried to get into my base but they got mowed down before they could enter 2nd dream after 3am i was in front of my house, in the road. this truck stops and some guy is in it, he has black tattoos all over his body they look like markings, and hes bald and has darker skin. its also night time, or it was getting dark. he says something i cant remember but i do remember it wasnt nice at all, so i run back to my yard and i hope over the fence using this tiny little wooden pole to make it easy, after doing so i think to myself "good thing we have these poles, theyre like the well of eternity" (didnt make any sense i know) and then AT FIRST i didnt catch it, it made sense to me, but then a few seconds later while in my yard i was like "wait a second.. well of eternity? its nothing like the well of eternity, why would i think that? unless...." i plug my nose and find i can breathe and i become lucid. i tried to fly, but it didnt work. i decided to play along with were the dream was going, and my instinct told me to follow the guy in the truck. he yelled something i couldnt remember and veered around the corner (btw my house is on a corner) and went off. since i couldnt fly i tried to catch up by leaping. i leapt to my deck, and then i was going to leap to the road he went on but when i tried to jump i would only jump straight up. by now i noticed a sword in my hand that looks like this ((http://wow.mmodb.com/images/items/renders2/24813-l.jpg)). i thought "man hes getting away!" and for some reason i knew he took a turn down this road further down the road he was already going down. but i decided to stop pursuing him and leaped back into my yard, where i felt my lucidity slip away and i woke up. i was very happy
Updated 05-16-2014 at 05:38 PM by 69189
.../I spent the whole dream lecturing some relatives about my nephew's adolescence and how should they deal with it. There is a pile of empty cassette boxes/... * Fortunately the alarm clock stopped that wasted dream preaching. * Nap after work: .../I wonder about how a vampire should put its feet together inside the coffin when I see a Bram Stoker's style vamp getting inside a coffin, everything is colored from pale blue to black. I see the motion of her dress like it is a film played backwards. Then she is invited to wear a hundred straitjackets together to see when she loses her mind. She accepts in a gently manner. I see she's lifted from behind. Her feet and hands are stretched backwards while she starts balancing/... * Somebody starts a hedge trimmer outside. .../I'm playing with a table tennis ball, bouncing and kicking it like a pro/...
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