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I'm sitting in a hotel restaurant having lunch with my mom. We hear a rumble sound and the walls shake. I look out the window to see big chunks of concrete sidewalk pushed up in the air like a newly forming mountain range. I conclude that water in the ground under the sidewalk has frozen and expanded, pushing the concrete up. Somehow this has knocked the hotel's elevator air filtering system offline. They hire me to design and build a new one that is made from easy to find parts and can be maintained by someone with no experience. Right now they only need one so that people can get down from the many stories above. My friends and I build it inside of an elevator and we ride up and down with it to make sure it continues to work as people move around the floors. One part had to be cast out of metal by my dad, scaled up from a prototype I sent him. I'm worried that this violates the off-the-shelf parts requirement, but I figure the part is painted bright red so no one will notice.

1. [Non-Lucid] [Vivid]
I'm at my old secondary school in the corridor looking in at the lift room through the safety glass, I see an old friend, Laura from College (she notices me and seems pleased to see me, I tried not to acknowledge her for some reason) the lift opens and she doesn't want to enter as she doesn't like being alone.

Now I'm in the lift with 3 others 1 of which is an old teacher of mine, The lift start to ascend and it won't stop it just keeps going, it stops at floor 7 (theirs only 3 floors...) then all of a sudden the lift plummets to the ground {I felt like, just for a second, that I was floating, it was so tranquil, so pleasant}, it hits the ground floor, I was the only survivor out of the 4 of us, the lift then ascends for a 2nd time.


2. [Non-Lucid] [Less-Vivid]
Walking down a corridor, there are doors at the end with a small group of people behind them, I open the door and enter, I then go through a door to my right, it leads to a 2 story tall room with a metal walkway leading around the room to the floor, I skip it by jumping over the railing, I go through a door into the next room, theirs like a dance floor in the middle, i meet a guy and he asks what I got so I showed him this card, It was to buy the game Twisted Metal I think, anyway this made me and him quite happy.

Now I'm freaking out as I noticed I have somehow forgotten my laptop, now I can't Skype my friend and will end up incredibly lonely lol, I then remember I bought my Phone so grabbed it.

I notice a guy sitting at a PC desk with a big black screen.

Side Notes:
Really vivid dreams

Morning of January 13, 2014. Monday.



I am watching, I think, a DVD from the local library. Often in real life they do not consistently work, but this one does in-dream. It is, however, fairly boring and I remember that it has a misleading title. It involves a teenage boy who I believe is in ninth grade and involved in boring escapades relating to collecting wins from sports-related gambling endeavors, as well as avoiding those he owes money to. This went on in my own school (even in middle school) but I was rarely ever involved in it myself.

At times, it seems I am actually in the movie, but more as a camera-man-type character. The boy, at one point, walks up a flight of steps that is supposedly only for those in grades eleven and twelve to use and he is yelled at by an eleventh grader - it is on an open high balcony where other students are gathered and either gossiping or relaxing on their own.

From here, he seems to be in an argument over who owes what, monetarily. There is talk and debate on the (American) football games and potential for the scores of future games. Somehow, pizza is involved in the forecasting. There is a recently-ordered pizza (Domino’s - I recognize the logo) sitting on the table in the cardboard container by the seated older boy (in a metal folding-chair). Supposedly, it is a new trend of “fortune telling” - by reading the random toppings on a pizza (received from any takeout place) and also relating to gambling. The pizza supposedly represents “everything” even though the other boy (the ninth-grader) denies it. It first looks like the older boy is going to toss a coin, but instead picks up a smaller slice of pizza and tosses that. The older boy drops the slice of pizza on the floor and it lands topside down, which also supposedly represents something symbolically in the upcoming football game. However, the pizza also supposedly represents the younger boy’s grades and schoolwork and life itself (as well as the dropped slice which seems to have been done on purpose) according to the older boy - as if he controls the other boy’s destiny with the simple act of dropping a slice of his own pizza. It seems a bit “off” and enigmatic and ambiguous all at once. “The pizza represents a pizza,” says the other boy, and walks away even though the other boy is still talking in a superior manner.

I could not stay in one dream for more than a minute or so last night . I knew i was dreaming and saw quite a few fun looking dreams but I couldnt stay in any of them. I couldnt understand why I could not enjoy them. I was in the dream and astrally above myself in the dream 2 places at once, It was a strange feeling . I looked for things to help make my dream stable but I watched my dream places and versions of myself float off. as if the dreams were still going on with out me , then my self would be in another dream playing out the dream and at the same time above myself leaving the dream. kinds like I was 2 people at once . I have astrally traveled before and this was not that this was all dream

I know i usually have a bunch of dreams in one night and I am usually lucid enough to know i am dreaming but dream control is something I lack . I jolted out of bed once and went back to sleep . and this kept going on I must have jumped to over 20 dreams in one night .

woke up feeling less rested than when I went to bed booo but weird and had to share not a nightmare either i was not scared at any time in fact all of the dreams seemed like they would have been quite fun. all of the mes looked like they where having a great time

Fragment

The king of England sent me $200, A $25 gift card to amazon com, and a collection of postage stamps. I was opening the envelope while standing in the meadow outside of whiterun (skyrim)

Fragment

I found a pen with a laser pointer on the end of it. I wanted to use it to play with my cat.

The Cat Shelter

I was walking near the seamless tubing factory a couple blocks from my subdivision. This young girl approached me and asked me about helping her to start a cat shelter for a group of stray cats that were living next to the factory.
After she tells me that a number of cats emerge out of a segment on concrete pipe sitting on the ground. One of them cats has bright blue fir.
"HOLY CRAP A CAT WITH BRIGHT BLUE FIR! I thought that was only a myth!"
...
"Nope, no reason to reality check. Nothing strange here."
...
"Nah, I don't feel like starting a cat shelter with you."
I wake up.

I lack the recall of the events leading to this moment, but me and a group of people whom I don't recall but one are under attack. A group of hostile "survivors" I guess you could call them are searching for us. Me and a few from our group go and hide in the ruins of a destroyed building. An M1 Abrams tank drives by and soldiers walk by as well. I notice the insignia this group uses and it interests me a little. It's a crescent moon. However, my interests are soon interrupted when I think we are discovered(my recall is a little shaky on this part). Our group has been discovered by the enemy and they are feeding our group to these extremely devilish-like creatures. One is like a large black serpent sort of thing with gnashing teeth. The other is almost like a clam, but the size of a truck with huge eyes and sharp teeth. The creatures are devouring my group, whom for some reason Merle Dixon is a part of. Merle? I thought he died!!!

Well that's beside the point, but anyway this is part of the dream is actually very frightening to me. I don't recall very well, but it was some point in time around this part of the dream in which I realize this is far too out of place and I become lucid. Okay, time to get the hell out of this place! I now fly off until I come to a town where I enter a grocery store. I fly around inside for awhile and I do a reality check because I just feel like doing one even though I'm lucid already. I plug my nose and breathe through it. I do this several times and then look at the backs of my hands. I notice my right ring finger is only half the normal length. I then look at my palms and I see my left hand is shaped the same as my right hand(the fingers are on the same sides). I now move along and land on the ground. I think about what to do and remember I can still do the task of the month. I walk up to the cash register where there's an African-American man who doesn't seem to be enjoying this job too much.
"Excuse me sir," I begin. "What's the meaning of life? Shit...wrong question, disregard that one." "Uh...what is your New Years resolution?" The man now steps out from the counter and begins browsing items near the cash register. He turns to me and answers. I don't recall his answer 100%, so a lot of this is paraphrased.
"There're only two things I try to do," he says. "Radio broadcasts and New Years resolutions, and I a suck at both of them. Though my voice is quite majestic."
He continues rambling on for a few minutes and I'm thinking to myself about how I'm going to recall all of this quote to type it on Dream Views. I soon leave and I end up traveling on a snowy road. It is an unmarked and unplowed road with a frozen lake nearby it. I think about what I should do next, but I soon awake to my dog singing the song of his people downstairs.

Well I just typed this whole thing and it didn’t save right and now I am starting all over. Going to type on word on my computer then copy and paste. Sucky.

Bed: 1115
Supplements: 100mg 5htp, 250 mg Valerian Root
WBTB: 4 am
Supplements: 250 mg Valerian, 4 mg Galantamine, 500 mg Choline, .4mg Melatonin

I was a little restless getting back to sleep but after about 45 minutes was able to.
I woke up about 45 minutes after I fell asleep not thinking I had slept at all except I remember a fairly vivid dream. I recalled a bit and then went back to bed quickly.

Non-Lucid: I was eating with others and an ex-coworker was among them. I was being very quiet and then all of a sudden broke the silence and asked if they still worked there. I had a hard time conveying what I wanted to say during this dream. The words would come out slurred or very quiet and the DCs had a hard time hearing me. The scene turned into an office type area and we continued to chat about work a bit. I left to look for my room since now I was a hotel . I went up a couple of floors since my room was 501 or 50 something. I passed some stairs and saw a couple more people I knew and said something indiscernible to them as well. I was on floor 5 but it was a bunch of offices and this area I wasn’t supposed to be on. Not sure of this transition but I ended up outside by a bay. The weather was grey and wind. There was a large boat and a bunch of shopping carts lined up in the water, they were moving up and down with the waves. I went around the boat to a pier area. I needed to get across the bay but there was a huge line of people to take the transportation boats across. The line was behind and above me on a wooden dock area. I stood there wondering how I could get across, thought of swimming or taking a different boat but could figure nothing out. I woke from this and recalled for a bit then went back to sleep.

Laying in bed with my eyes closed there was a female with their arm over me, not sure who it was at this point. They had their hand on my boy parts and the dream got a little sexual at this point so to keep it PG13 I thought something was a little strange shortly after this and did a RC.

LUCID: I did some stabilization with my hand for a bit then started touching stuff around the room. I rubbed a blanket on the bed which was very fuzzy and really focused everything. I touched the window which was nice and cool. I was in a cabin type room with wood paneling and tall narrow rectangular windows. Instantly I thought of TOTM invisibility and the infamous girl’s locker room. Fortunately there was a school across the street, unfortunately it was an elementary school and that wouldn’t work. I hit the window with my elbow, broke the glass and went through. The school was till across the street, I was in a parking lot/street area with roads/highways above. I noticed many people around and thought about the new years resolution TOTMI yelled focus a couple of times and it seemed to focus a bit more. I saw a police officer about 100 yards away and was going to ask him. I looked down at my clothes and I was wearing a white shirt. I wanted to be in a suit or something nice. I tried a few times to will new clothes but had no success. I got pulled from the dream but was able to DEILD right back to a scene with a smaller boat. I was headed toward the boat to get in but was pulled back out of the dream. DEILD again and very wary of getting pulled out again I didn’t open my eyes and didn’t move. I was in a boat moving along a canal (feeling). There was a lady in the boat talking about mailing a package and she was concerned with the size and the price of the box. The boat stopped and I was out of the boat. I reached out for something to grab and felt something with my left hand, a rough wall, stucco. I opened my eyes and was solid in the dream. We were at a strip mall type place that was outside with grey stucco. I climbed some stairs in front of me and entered some glass doors into the first shop I found. As I entered the shop there was a rack of coats by the door, I touched them to anchor myself further and yelled “focus” again as I turned a corner. I saw 2 guys and a customer (girl from the boat) at the counter. They were all looking at me since I just shouted a moment earlier. I thought of the new years TOTM again and walked up to the guy at the counter behind the register. I asked him “what is your new years resolution” he was very perplexed with this question. After a few seconds of him thinking he said got out …. “To think” and I said sarcastically “you want to think?”, the then said “ well I have an inspection coming up”…. “To pass inspection”. I was good with this answer and then backed up. I had a plan for the opposite TOTM. I stood on my hand (this was not graceful like I imagined, more like a neck handish stand then a full on hand stand). I said “gravity is reversed today”. This was less dramatic than I anticipated as well but they did float up in thie air like they were in space. I flipped back around content with this and as I left I told them “opposite day is later this month”. Outside I looked for somewhere to do invisible task and saw a lady and two kids go into an apartment area. I flew/floated across the street to an area with houses/apartments. I went into a door. The room was bare and dark, marbled grey and black and kinda futuristic looking. There were many doors but all of them were locked but one. I went in the unlocked one and it was a tv room with a couch and a big dark window above the couch. 2 DCs were in there, one was Eddie Murphy and the other was some Arabic guy. I looked down and had a bunch of clothes on. I took a big snow outfit type of clothing off with some difficulty. I grabbed a football with some writing on it off of the entertainment center and began to toss it back and forth and hold it like I was going to throw it. Eddie wasn’t happy with this and he asked me about my broken window. I said that it didn’t matter anymore. I decided I was going to fly up and out the window. I took off and landed on the windowsill. I think I might have had an FA here but not sure. Behind me I knew it was a counseling session for people who thought they were in dreams but weren’t. To be sure I wasn’t crazy I did a RC again… phew still dreaming. I was perched on the window sill and in front of me was a huge pine tree; I thought of crashing through it but decided to focus on TOTM. Across the street were a dirt parking lot and a restaurant there. I flew over and landed in the lot. There were a few RVs in the lot and the restaurant was a seafood restaurant and it was up some stairs and off of a wooden deck. I decided to make myself invisible then. I closed my eyes and thought about brining my hand in front of my face and not being able to see it. I felt I was invisible and my eyes were still closed, right before I opened them again I thought about people who said that they can’t close their eyes when they are in a lucid or they wake up. I thought about me doing it just finds and at that moment woke up.

This was around 7am and I got up and wrote good notes since some of the details from earlier started to fade. I went back to lay down and hadn’t been asleep for but a couple minutes when my daughter got up. Not sure if the supplements did everything or it was a placebo effect. I am going to keep experimenting every few days.

I did a wake back to bed. I was kept up for an hour searching for the part where I doze off and enter dreamland. Its a sneaky little bugger that one. I was sure I was still awake as often on the verge of sleep with closed eyes I start to see faces of people that aren't there, but can open them and I am not asleep.

So this time I open my eyes and look into my hands. There is a screen in my palms and I am watching weird faces of people I have never met. Nothing strange there! I am seeing the normal assortment of random faces. So I watch for a while and start to release its a wee bit odd that they are being shown on a screen in my hands, as opposed to the darkness of my closed eyes.

Last night I was reading up on yelling "clarity!". I decided to test if this really was a dream. "Clarity!" I yell. For three seconds every thing become clearer. WTF! it actually works! I do it several more times and in my excitement wake up. I did try to hang onto the lucidity by trying to just accept what was going on as normal, but it was a bit too late and I slipped from the dream.

Later I have a dream about a violent lightning storm the we retreat to in a cave. It doesn't work and the lightning is zig zagging round the corners of the cave from the sky outside. It hits people and they disappear.

I like the dreams I have of storms, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. They give me a rush. I hate the ones about Tsunami though. I always am rushing for high ground, find a tree or boulder to chain myself to then am left waiting in suspense for the wave, all the time wondering if it would be a good time to find higher ground, or if I did would the wave come and drag me into the ocean because I wasn't chained to an anchor. Then when the wave comes its like being in a washing machine and I am fighting the ocean that want to tear me off my anchor and kill me.

This dream is from the morning of 1/1/2014.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #178: Syrian Reading

I'm walking through a bookstore when I become lucid. I stand there for a moment, letting DCs pass on both sides of me. A short woman with dark, curly hair approaches me. She's oddly dressed, with huge glasses and a flowy, ankle-length skirt. She seems overjoyed to see me, and we make out for a moment.

There’s a sudden transition and now we’re walking together through the bookstore. She tells me that she’s from Syria and that I have to come back with her to Syria and do something there to help her. This is interesting enough, so I follow along as she leads me down an aisle.

As we walk along, I see a series of books scattered around on the floor. They’re all historical fiction novels with a mustachioed Tom Selleck dressed in World War II garb and standing in various dramatic poses. Each one's different and they're all kind of cool. I think about picking one up but let it go so I can stick with the dream plot she's leading me toward.

We make a right turn and she says that “This is the travel section.” She walks a few more feet, pulls a book from the shelf, and hands it to me. It’s another book about war, something about the history of warfare in the west, and it’s by a man named something like “Bernard Franks”.

I think that this can’t be the right book, but she assures me that this “This is the one we need.” I’m confused by this but before I can think too much, she grabs my hand and starts running back down the aisle. We don’t really get anywhere before the dream ends.

This dream is from the morning of 1/1/2014.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #177: The Rivals

I'm sitting at a table with Wife looking through some photos when I somehow become lucid. She steps away from the table and leaps onto a nearby bed, posing and smiling seductively. I feel super amorous and move eagerly toward her. But to the side of me, I notice four other guys moving toward her, all of them looking just as eager as me. Wife looks playfully at each of us as if she's choosing.

I'm so angered by this turn of events that I punch the closest rival in the face. He crumples to the floor, his face immediately becoming a bruised mess. He shrinks into a little troll monster with a pinched, sour expression and then just sits there, not moving. Now the other men have all vanished and I leap triumphantly onto the bed and sexytime commences.

We get about fifteen seconds of fun before Wife does this strange transformation into a half-sized Wife replica doll. Total mood killer. I pick up the doll and it's light as a feather. I feel sad and guilty, wondering if my attack on the DC caused this. I walk out the door carrying the doll and it transforms into a slightly wilted bouquet of flowers before disappearing entirely.

Now I'm in some sort of indoor carnival. I walk past a vendor with curly, slightly 80s-looking hair and a mustache. I slow down and note how vivid everything is. I remember that it's been a few weeks since my last lucid and I reflect on what a shock it is to experience the realness of lucid dreaming after some time off.

I approach a circle of benches and there's Wife, sitting by herself on the right side of one. I approach her calmly, hoping I can keep her DC more stable this time. She looks up at me and we smile at one another as the dream ends.

Date: 1-13-14
Time: 1:52 A.M. - 5:03 A.M.
Technique(s) Used: N/A
Non-Dream | Dream | Lucid
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This is the longest WILD I've had - in fact, the longest lucid dream, as well, so excuse the length

The dream began with me waking up from my bed. From the moment I got up, I alread knew that I was dreaming.

The house was dark, not many lights on. I ran my hand across walls to stabilize, and went to the living room.

The lights were dimmed, but not so dim that I couldn't see. Everything was in its rightful place - nothing out of the ordinary.

A few knocks echo from within. I go to the door, and see that it is a friend of mine. I open the door and let him inside, but take note that his eyes seemed awfully black.

He comes inside, and immediately takes a swing at me. I had to fight him. Though I was dreaming, I did not have any great fighting moves - I simply tripped him up and hammered him with punches.

In an effort to get away, he suddenly transformed into an action figure. He shot his limbs at me, to try and deter me from his escape. Unphased, I picked it up, tore off the head, and threw it outside. The moment I did, the sun rose, and brightened up the day.

I stood outside, and looked to my left. There were several groups of other teenagers that seemed to be congregating some general thought. I began thinking of things I could do in the dream.

The tasks of the month were the first to penetrate my thoughts. I turned to ask my mother, who was at the screen door, what her new years resolution was. She held a nore of 'umm' for a bit, then dodged it by asking me what mine was. I shoo the question away, and go in search of a better answer.

I was swallowed by the group, and began asking around, seeing if anybody had a resolution. None did - their answers just the same as my mothers, only a lot more 'I don't knows'.

I was going to go somewhere else to ask a different character, when all of a sudden a good friend of mine stood out within the crowd, donning many winder clothes. I ran to her, and asked her what her resolution was. All she said was 'Disney' - I assumed she meant to watch more.

As we sit on the grass, I decided to try out the other basic task - I said to her, "Hey, it's night time."

She responded with, "It's not night time - IT'S PRIME TIME!"

I look to my left, and see that all of the teens are sitting as well - why? Looking to my right, I see a large skyscraper, with a huge TV attatched to it. It was playing a movie.

Unable to remember any other tasks of the month, I decided to try and look them up while in the dream. I got up and turned to go inide, only to notice that my house had been replaced by a massive complex.

I ran up the stairs, desperate to find a door. I suddenly stop, and say to myself, "Hey, I'm dreaming! Why am I trying to find a door?" I fall face first through the roof I am on.

Down through darkness I descend, until a computer monitor begins to hum. I look at the screen, and see that it is on Dream Views. It was stuck on one thread - I cannot remember the name.

Disappointed, I left, and emerge in a small housing area. There were train tracks that led through the area, but no station. Near the tracks, two girls, donning black, waited. I knew one, but not the other. Next to the tracks was a building that had no doors - just a hole.

I went in and observed the space. There were games and stores all around. I assumed it was a sort of mall, and went back outside.

When I went back outside, the girls were gone. I paid no further heed to this, and proceeded to climb a building. I made it up effortlessly.

On top, I saw a bird. It flew away, and gave me the thought: Why don't I play a little god work? I began to recreate the bird, but in my own image - it was cold and metallic. I look to my left, and see if fly towards me. I catch it, observe my handiwork, and let it take flight once again.

Climbing down, I hear several conversations going on. One guy said, "How could she like him over such a fabulous guy like me?" After I heard this, I was handed a notebook by a character. I found it odd that he handed it to me so absentmindedly - as if it were just automatic.

I take it, and look inside. Written it is was this: '7:00. Don't be late.' I thought of the girls waiting for the train, and ran back inside the mall.

I asked tons of people if anybody knew where the 7:00 train was headed. Nobody knew. One vendor, in broken English, told me to go down a different corridor - someone down there knew. I thanked him and ran down there.

I go down a green hallway, and reach a nursing office. I asked the woman inside if she knew where the 7:00 train was going. She said that it was going to a village on the border of Korea. I thought of a way to get there.

I walked up to a pale wall and ran my finger down it. This caused it to crack. I stuck my fingers in the crack, and opened it. It made a portal to a mirrored copy of a nursing office in Korea. I thank the woman, and step inside. Shutting the rift, I run my thumb on it, sealing the crack.

Walking outside, I was confronted by a group. Whether they were just thugs or Korean police, I didn't know - but I knew I couldn't stay there. Jumping in a flying car, I drove away. However, they followed in their own cars.

I was gunned down, but a large aircraft took hold of me and carried me to safety. I blacked out,and when I awoke, I was back in my bed, still in a dream.

I went into the bright living room, and saw that my mother had made peppermint fudge, as indicated by the small candy canes on top. I went to the door, and looked out the window. I saw the sithouette of the aircraft that had saved me, and woke up.

Dream of: 10 January 2014 "New Clothes"



unravel the twisted threads of pride

I'm in Portsmouth and am getting ready to go to school. I remember that something special is going to be happening today at school so I decide to dress better than normal. I'm wearing a couple tee-shirts, but instead of wearing blue jeans and a tee-shirt, I decide to put on a pair of beige pants and a long-sleeved white shirt.

When I arrive at school, I'm met outside by a woman (around 60 years old) whom I know. She's well dressed and she compliments me on my attire today. I'm satisfied until she and I walk inside the classroom of 30-40 where everyone (all probably in their early 20s) seems to be dressed in brand new clothes. I'm surprised and intimidated by how well everyone else looks and I feel self-conscious about my clothing which isn't new. At least I'm glad that I didn't simply wear blue jeans and a tee-shirt.

The room actually seems more like a restaurant than a classroom and seems to be located in downtown Portsmouth. I sit down at a table with a couple fellows sitting across from me. I continue to feel self-conscious about my attire, especially when I notice that many fellows in the room are dressed in new suits. The two fellows across from me are wearing identical new bluish-gray sweaters. I wonder if they planned to dress that way or if they simply coincidentally bought the same sweaters. Then I notice that yet a third fellow wearing the identical sweater is sitting across from me.

One of the fellows is Babcock (whom I first met in 1967 when we attended 10th grade together in Portsmouth). I look intently at Babcock's face. I recall that I had become slightly acquainted with Babcock when we first met in high school, but we never hung around. I remember that he seemed to be in the upper echelon of Portsmouth society. I could have gotten to know him better and moved more into the upper society, but I hardly ever spoke to him through high school. I know his father was an optometrist and that he himself latter became an optometrist. He and the other two fellows all look snazzy sitting there in their new sweaters.

I wonder if anyone else in the room didn't dress up today, or if I'm the only one. I reflect that I wasn't even told that I was supposed to dress up today, so I wonder how everyone else knew. I feel shabby and I simply stay to myself without talking to anyone.

Everyone finally stands up and walks outside so we can head down the street to another location where something is supposed to happen. We walk on the crowded sidewalk in downtown Portsmouth. It seems as if everyone is dressed up in new clothes, a phenomenon very unusual for Portsmouth. Many females are walking along in their brand new clothes. It seems so strange for Portsmouth. Finally I do see one fellow wearing typical Portsmouth blue jeans. He's carrying a baby and seems to have his girlfriend or wife with him.

We arrive at a building which seems to be the old Columbia movie theater. We all walk in and stand in a line. My father shows up, stands right beside me, and looks me over. He seems to think I'm dressed acceptably, but he doesn't seem proud of the way I'm dressed. I wish I would have at least worn a tie. As I walk past a mirror, I notice that I'm still wearing those two old tee-shirts which can be seen around my neck under my white shirt. Now I really feel self-conscious. I think I might anyway slip into a restroom and take off the two tee-shirts. They really look shabby.

My father mentions something about some kind of pin which I'm apparently wearing on my shirt. I just wish this whole affair would end, but I'm stuck here now.

Dream Commentary

Although Dream Views specifically prohibits a profile-link to Facebook, numerous people on the Dream Journal web site link their profiles to Facebook. I do not know, however, of any of my fellow dream-writers who link their Facebook page to a dream journal. Surely there must be some other dream-writer on this planet who has thought of linking their Facebook account to a dream journal. Or is this a completely unchartered frontier?

These thoughts are brought to mind by the appearance of Babcock in this dream, someone whom I have not see in 43 years. A link to my dream journal from my currently shabby and dormant Facebook account would open up my dreams to the hundreds of people whom I have known through the years, many of whom would be surprised - dare I say startled - to see that they are still a part of my life. I can see how that would make me more self-conscious of what I write. Yet without pioneers, unchartered frontiers remain ... unchartered.

The 1948 painting above is by Frank Hunter and shows the exact area in Portsmouth, Ohio where I was walking in this dream. The Columbia theater marquee is on the left of the painting with the black letters on the white background.

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shook hands with my dance instructor James. he told me all about ball room dancing then said they were full. i begged to join. he said fine. then it turns out that everyone in the class was playing dodgeball. i was with matt jajeh and alec eckman. it was a pretty epic game of dodgeball

I was in my room, when my brother came in and was being a jerk, so i punched him in the face. Since the dream began i knew it was a dream, but at that point i was totally lucid. I made sam disappear, and i looked into a mirror i had. I couldnt see my reflection clearly; it was like looking at my reflection in a moving river. I thought, since I am dreaming, i should be able to jump through this mirror! I tried, but i ended up just ramming it with my head, and falling to the ground. I started to feel my actual body waking, so i did somersaults around my floor to stabilize. I found it to actually be really fun, so i did it for a long time. It felt so real, and for some reason it felt really good. I felt like my actual body was rolling around with me, but i pushed this thought out of my head because i knew it wasnt. I Led myself into a weird and vague false awakening, but i knew i was still dreaming. I found myself on my floor again, but i sat up and thought about the task of the month. I tried and tried to remember what any of them were but i couldnt. so i gave up. I started to feel myself breathing in real life, and i was overwhelmed with feeling like I was two people at once, so i just woke up.

Journal Entry non-lucid #5 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:

Dream fragment 1 from 8:30pm-1:45am" 2 Split Realities ": I was a spectator in this dream as well. I saw a women talking about an opening for a movie. She looked high class and everybody dressed in suits, and dresses. The women talking about the movie didn't really know what she was talking about, so people tried to ignore her. The main actor, the father, from the movie Taken came out dressed like the 1600s, he said, "listen to thy queen..." while toasting to the crowd with a glass of wine. I saw everybody now dressed like him, but this was not the real perspective, this was the actors perspective. Then my dream showed me another perspective, the real one. He was overly drunk slurring as he talks, leaning on people, and trying to talk to ladies. A mistress in the party, who was in charge of some sort of high and powerful organization put a hit on Ice T, the police put him on their list.

Dream fragment 2 8:30am-1:45am " Friend gets Arrested": I was now with my friend that is a security guard, CN. He asked me if I wanted to join him on his job, I told him yeah and we left. He parked his car and we started having a conversation. I saw these cops pull over and drive off. We didn't think of it as weird since he was a security guard. Then he came back with backup and told him to come outside the car. I was confused, I know that their is a hit on Ice T, but why did they come after my friend. "He is darker than Ice T, he is not black, but he is certainly darker than him" I thought. I couldn't conclude that they are racist since they didn't arrest me. They looked at the back of the trunk, his car was a 4 door family car as well. They ripped off the back bumper. I had to pick it up and put it on the side walk. CT told me, they got nothing on me man don't worry.

Dream fragment 3 8:30pm-1:45am " No Judgment Here": I was waiting with my friend, LS, we were waiting for another friend, BN. He shows up with a child, about 8 years old. We didn't bother asking him if that was his child. All of a sudden a bunch of people showed up and kept asking him to join them, he said," could you guys wait for me I will be back ?". We all said yes, but I became impatient and left. This was because I had to pee in real life to do WBTB and I just couldn't hold it in dream. I left them and I walked away, I ended up in New York for some reason. It was snowing and I just started peeing all over the floor. It was so cold that my pee vaporized. I fell or something and laid on the floor peeing. I finished and got up, this Indian guy shows up and shoots me. I spawned back to life like a game. And shot him, he came back to life as well. I ran to this dark lighted area so that it reduces his accuracy. This train was passing by me. I acted like I got hit. He got on a freight and went to floor and tried to shoot me. I was laughing like a manic. He couldn't kill me. I missed him as well. He jumped to where I was at, and all of a sudden he is Russian, and he ran out of bullets. He asked me in panic how do you reload. I laughed again like a manic, and I grabbed my pistol, I was out of ammo as well. (I don't know how to reload in waking life, but I think it is all the games I played, I did the same sequencing. I just don't know what to call the parts to the gun, but I pulled it, put the ammo in from the bottom and cock it back). I then started shooting directly to his face, he didn't die though. I left him and went somewhere else, Jessica the hot redhead from True Blood apparently ordered female escorts or something, but she felt guilty. They came after my sister, trying to kill her. My sister shook them off her backs, and she was yelling at Jessica. I think my sister asked her why she ordered them, Jessica looked embarrassed and she said, "to have sex with them". I told her it's ok no judgment.

Got up tried to concentrate on my dream, neighbors were having a party and they were playing a loud and annoying song. I had to get up so details escaped me. I used the bathroom after writing down dream. Then I ate some food with my sister. Then read a book, and meditated afterwards for about 10 mins. I woke up and went back to bed a couple of times, while listening to Robert Monroe's hemi-sync.

Dream fragment 4 3am-6am" Dual Personality": I was in a Hollywood studio. This women was playing the part of a girl who had dual personality. After she finished I asked her sister if she had dual personality in real life, she told me yes. I left them because I thought they were crazy. I was now at my middle school. I was on the second floor and my sister was at the stairs and she was trying to fix her backpack. I waited for her. I saw L.J there with other old friends. I went down the stairs, my sister was trying to talk to me about something, but I ignored her. I saw an old friend that was very close to me and he told me that he is upset because I didn't see him or talk to him after we finished school.

Dream fragment 5 3am-6am" Racist White Man": I was in this orange low-rider, and I tried to customize it and they would let me because I was n at the right level. I saw a friend over there in a motorcycle trying to act cool with black shades. I was apparently on vato's territory (from a game). I then drove a way. They were trying to kill me. I saw these grove street gangsters trying to steal cars. I also saw this racist white man pulling a black guy by the afro. He was spewing racist comments. I was angry. When I became angry, I became the white man pulling his hair. I felt the hunger for power, and the satisfaction that he was getting from pulling his hair. To quench his hunger for power he had to hurt and demean others. When I became angry, I reflected the negative angry that he had, and by that reflection became him.

Dream fragment 6 3am-6am" Janitor is the killer": This guy was looking for the killer of his family and, that killer was someone that he knew closely. It was this janitor that he knew. The man had these ugly and un-cared for hair. He had this evil smile on his ugly wrinkled face. The guy though didn't want to believe it and kept saying that he saw the killers face as a child.

Dream fragment 7 3am-6am" Helicopter Fight": I was in this helicopter and it had machine guns. Me and this other guy were in a helicopter war. Shooting at another helicopter. We didn't kill each other, it was all just practice. Then we landed the helicopter and I told them don't worry about the helicopter I will pick it up later. This black guy that looked very familiar laughed at what I said. As we were walking I asked him if he was new to the place. The dream ended without a response.