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These are the two dreams from last before last night - Sylvester was properly partied in real-life - so I only have fragments from last night.
Unfortunately do I write out the following dreams only now - there was more about them - anyway - they still belong into the competition - so here are their skeletons:

Dream one:

First there was a text, written by my father, which I had to publicly read - and I wanted to slip out of that somehow - not liking it.
I did read it though - and now forgot, how that went.
Later I had Goethe for a visitor - made him tea, that I remember - and he wrote something for me.
A short story. And I didn't like it either.
But it was dedicated to me - and my father put it into a frame (just one page) and hung it on the wall.
I remember being happy not to have to read that publicly as well.

Dream two:

My favourite dream-house - our old one - and I had separated a two-room-flat from it - freshly renovated.
It was supposedly hindering my mother selling the house - me living there and the flat freshly built.
Yepp - it was partly built onto the house in some way - at attic hight.
With a beautiful mosaic floor.
And I had a sight towards a roof gable of another house, which had united with a tree - and a sentient tree at that - a mixture of gable and fairy-tale tree-face.
We talked - but I forgot about what.
There was also an estate agent wanting to sell the house, who complained about me having left the heating on - I told him that I live there now, and he can't sell the house - he agreed and left.

Sorry for the jumble - but this "time between the years" - x-mas to now - is not exactly well suited for dreaming-activities in my case - too much tohuwabohu going on.

Start off in a building running away from zombies, after running for a while, i get surrounded.
I escape through a narrow gap in the horde.
The keep scraping me with their hands and grabbing onto me, but i brush them off.
Suddenly i'm in the corner of a right-angle corridor, and 5 people are here. A fat zombie boss emerged, and there was one guy with loads of weapons.
He handed them out ot all of us, then i ran away.
I realise i'm not being chased and the other guys are nowhere to be found.
I slowly start walking back, and realised they all died.
*Dream Becomes Lucid*
I fire my gun at them, but only water tricles out, its a plain water gun.
As they are closing in all directions, I scream to wake up, but it comes out as a whisper, then i wake up.
*Throughout this there were false awakenings*

Morning of January 1, 2014. Wednesday.



This was the 3rd dream of this new year.

Setting: Unknown 2-storey mansion with an unusual mezzanine that comes down near floor-level with an unlikely (and space-consuming) long stairwell that is only about two feet above floor level. Time (day or night) unknown.

Characters:

My half-brother on mother’s side Earl, who died (in real life) and appears as a ghost in the dream (recurring). This is the most vivid character and scenario.

My half-sister on mother’s side Marilyn and her husband (although her husband is a less-vivid presence, though not a ghost).

Two elderly ladies I can only associate at first within the dream with the Baldwin sisters from “The Waltons” - a show I have not seen in about twenty years. This seems a temporary alteration (or “revolving” character set) of the next characters…

Elderly version of Alice Liddell (deceased) and deceased relative Francis L as the Queen of Hearts at one point.

Four-way composite character (possibly a “revolving” character): Teenage version of Barbara Steele, teenage version of Valerie Bertinelli - possible “One Day at a Time” (television series) association with respect to more detailed journal keeping “a day at a time” - slight 1988 association with “Pancho Barnes” (Amelia Earhart-like), teenage version of Isabella Rossellini (otherwise later of “Death Becomes Her”) - slight 1988 association (“Zelly and Me” and/or “Portrait of a Woman” exhibit), and a teenage version of my wife.

Events:

The first event is most vivid but not lucid. My brother appears as a strong presence (but as he was when I was about six), but I only see him at my side when I look in a mirror. I am passive with this presence and try to determine what he wants. He seems to wonder why only I can see him and wants to talk with other relatives downstairs but does not seem to understand that he has died.

The two elderly women seem to own the mansion but are not aware that they have died; they follow my sister and her husband down a flight of steps - my relatives seem to be aware of a presence but they mostly doubt it, although they do seem to notice objects moving by themselves. One of the ghosts needs to “breastfeed” and is given a pacifier by the other after being frustrated that no one is hearing her. She eventually lies down in a half-height wooden “coffin” that is jury-rigged to the balustrade on the mezzanine’s corner somehow. Possible association with the Baldwin sisters and being “pacified” by alcohol. Impression of relative Francis wearing a pacifier instead of a cross (have had this before but cannot recall when). There actually are pacifiers with a cross. Weird association with Francis treating ailments (supposedly) as in real life but with the Baldwin persona’s “Papa’s recipe” (alcohol).

The “revolving” girl (in blue jeans) is not aware I see her/them. She remains mostly near the low balustrade under the unlikely mezzanine. There is a tape deck in that area on a table at the corner of where the lower steps turn at ninety degrees. She seems to be involved with listening to headphones (as if she thinks the sounds are from the real environment; for example, as suddenly transported from elsewhere where she had never worn them), which are playing religious podcasts (Theosophy) and Split Enz music. Soon, though, the headphones break and the wiring is exposed. She is unaware of the real material world completely. There is a play on the pulled, slightly bent wiring seeming like “split ends” (hair). I think about fixing the wiring (splicing) or perhaps trying to communicate, am not sure how to approach. Fade out. Feminine energy overload.

2 Friends from real life Will Crisp and Tom Rowntree decide to pull a prank on some kids.
They pretended they are stupid, which is apparantly a prank.
We're sitting around a picnic table and all of a sudden everyone pulls out katana's and starts fighting each other.
I'm in a fight with someone i don't like IRL - Aaron Thorne.
He has a dagger, i have a katana.
He goes for direct stabs to the chest and i dodge out the way saying that "isn't a fair way of fighting"

Dream 1 : (I don't know from what I got lucid)[COLOR="#008080"]I'm in my apartment and I do some RCs and some of them don't work but the last one works(I have 6 fingers). I jump through the window and someone from inside the apartment yells : "Why did you jump?! You're going to kill yourself!" [/COLOR]
Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in a train with a guy. The train suddenly stops and we get out of it. We're in the middle of nowhere but there's a huge pyramid like 10 meters away from us. The guy tries to repair somekind of weapon but he doesn't suceed so he just gets angry and drags me inside the pyramid. The room is really dark with the colors black and purple. There's a triangle and at the end of the lines there's one weapon. The weapons were a wand, a bow and a book. The guy picks up the book and I pick up the wand and we put them together and there is this shiny line between them. There's Kris on a bench inside the room and I yell for him to go and grab the bow. He doesn't hear because he's listening to music but I go to him and I drag him there. He stays and stares at me and that guy for like 5 seconds then he grabs the bow and then we put them together and this blue shiny portal appears. The guy with who I was in the train tells me that we need to jump in it to save Aura(?) .[/COLOR]
Dream 3: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in an apartment complex with dad and there are all kinds of guys in there and dad keeps asking about my opinion on them.I go to the end of the hall and there's this guy(Dad disappeared). I ask him how old he is and he says 16. I tell him that he should pull a prank on his mom by telling her something (I don't remember what, had to do something with wine). He says ok then he knocks on the door and I run away. I sit on the stairs and wait to see how the prank goes. [/COLOR]
Dream 4: [COLOR="#800080"]All I remember about this is that there were maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany spiders on a high-rise building and everyone fainted.[/COLOR]

Probably one of the hardest New Year's Eves ever for me. R didn't call or at least text. There are no words to describe how much it hurts losing him. Not even talking anymore.
Felt pretty sick the whole day and night.
Back to bed around 10 am.
Dream: I'm walking along a road with my mother and other people we seem to know. It looks like we are walking home from the city. My mother and me seem to be fighting over R. Mother recommends to give him time to cool down whereas I am scared he will never talk to me again. These other people suddenly involve themselves in our conversation as well and recommend to contact this or that person for help. I'm angry. Why do these people talk to me about R? I don't want them to. I want things to work out. Suddenly we are in the car. Only mom and me. It seems like we are in the city close to where E (mom's friend) lives. We are driving. Someone on the radio is talking about a horrible car crash in that city. Mom turns over and tells me I was the victim in this crash??

That night mom dreamt she saw R again and tried to talk to him again but he didn't stop and run away when he saw her.

Woohoo, just woke from my first DEILD!!!!!

It was soooo cool. The details are a bit hazy, but I was recalling some dreams from the night, lightly thinking about them, glad that I had any recall at all (having imbibed on New Year's Eve, and gotten to bed crazy late), and decided to just try to drift off quietly and DEILD, very lightly thinking of one of the dreams.

The next thing I knew I was looking at some indoor scene in a hallway in a house. I think I was aware as the image formed and brightened. It was very bright, the lighting was very good. I thought wow, this is a really solid image, normally my HI is brief but this was really stable, I was kind of puzzled at where it came from. I just looked for about 10-15 seconds. I stepped in to the scene and it was a dream! I got a lucid rush, turned up a staircase to my left, bounded up the stairs, exclaiming, "YES! It worked!" reached the landing at the top of the stairs, another hallway, turned right, a bathroom was right there, I walked into it and started to shut the door behind me, and faded to awake in bed.

The cool thing about this was that I did not wake from a lucid, it was just a ND. Oh boy, I think 2014 is going to be the year of the DEILD for me, this is VERY exciting. I'm going to look into the alarm based options as well!

Stay quiet, stay asleep, and DEILD!

Now *that's* the way to start a new year!

[Part1]

This dream immediately began lucid, it started just some 2 or 3 minutes after I fell asleep. I was directly chasing some henchman of king rufus through a small stone valley and already summoned a shock pulsar above 2 stretched out fingers of my right hand, but the dream faded before I really got to unleash it. I guess they still wouldn't have made it.

Side note: I'm surprised that I managed to dream about this story arc again so fast.

Reading another person dream journal about a bush of gloves made me remember a fragment of a dream several weeks old. There is this mad bush. Instead of leaves it has thick leather gloves. Its braches are like wooden poles. They are going round and round like a conveyer belt gone crazy! It terrifies me. Is it common to dream of bushes with gloves as leaves? What might it represent?

I am in a play about to begin, but suddenly we realise I was sick for all rehersals and only know what to say, not how why or when. It is decided I am better suited to the ticket box, however I get there and there is ahuge que waiting. I realise there are no tickets made and IMPORTANT have to design and print them first. I wake up really annoyed and frustrated.

I remember my mom and the notion of equitable return on gift

*fragment* In a house, different to any house I've been to before. Several familiar faces, leave in a car.

*fragment* Walmart, lost my Nintendo DS game in one of the loading dock areas, looked for it, was high on a mountain nearly all dirt roads.

*LUCID* Not exactly sure what went through my mind but became lucid w/o reality checks(I'm really terrible with RCs, well as far as habit goes.) Attempted to learn the best way to coerce myself into flying by using a trampoline, "super jumping", and other things as such.

*wake up* Almost forgot about logging my lucid and here I am.



As always, likes and constructive criticism are appreciated

-coolcat1711

12-31-2013 -- [This is an odd one with no magic, but several characters from the Harry Potter stories. I am a cross between Harry Potter and myself.] I am sitting in my second bedroom in the Hickory house (not as in I have two of them, but as in I moved from one to the other at some point in my childhood) with three friends from Hogwarts, trying to plan out how to deal with Voldemort. With me (I think) are Hermione, Luna, and a cross between Neville and Dave D, a friend I grew up with. I also may be including scheduling a security work shift in here somewhere.

I get a feeling that the girls might like me in a romantic sense, but if I try to get near either of them enough to try and touch them, they back off. Neville won't even shake my hand, and I find myself just about to start asking if I smell or something. I'm starting to feel really down and unwanted, until I tell myself not to make a fool of myself. I remind myself they may want to take things slow, or they may both like me, and both are backing off to give the other a chance. Or they could have no interest in me in that way, but I just don't know at the moment. I just don't want to make an idiot of myself over what could be a simple misunderstanding.

Meanwhile, they are all giving me warnings about my income taxes, and reminding me that some expenses of taking out a Dark Lord are tax deductible, while others will probably get me in trouble, especially considering how corrupt the wizarding world is, and some of the screwed up laws they have. I promise I will try to take it all into account, as I rescue Luna, who slips and falls in the mass of clutter in my room. In this dream it is just masses of worthwhile stuff, with nowhere to properly store it, as opposed to garbage. I also pet a couple of the cats which are wandering around, but then the other start to leave, and I am getting ready for bed.

Before I can lay down to sleep, I am interrupted. Padma and Parvati show up at the door, and Parvati explains she has an envelope she wants me to open up, and read, and then give her an answer to. On the outside of the envelope are three or four tickets to something, and inside I find a letter from Parvati explaining that she wants me to take her to the Winter Carnival on Tuesday night. It also says there are enough tickets to take up to six people, giving me a little wiggle room to keep things from possibly getting too uncomfortable. Chris T., a girl from my high school (and grade school for that matter) has an envelope as well, and seems to be a bit worried at first, but then mutters "it's Tuesday. Mine is for Wednesday," and settles down. I am apologizing for the condition of my room, and commenting on all the strange 70s tie designs I have hanging in my closet (which is located where the desk should be) which I think I inherited from my older brother.

I think about it for a few moments, and come to the decision that I need to get out more, and decide I will take anybody who wants me to, to the Winter Carnival, if they can accept my limitations. Since I am almost sure it is fourth year, the Winter Carnival seems to be an alternative to the Yule Ball. It seems to be the muggle version, with rides and games and shows, according to the information on the tickets. I lead Parvati off to the side to speak to her (after asking which is which, since they are identical twins) and start to explain things.

I explain that I am a very heavy guy who is out of shape, and tires easily, and say that I will be very happy to take her to the Winter Carnival, but she has to understand that I won't be moving all that fast, and will occasionally have to stop and find a bench to sit down on and catch a breather. She seems sort of nervous and iffy, as if she had somehow never noticed my weight, and was rethinking things, and seemed to be worried that my belly might keep me from even being able to hold her. I wrap her in my arms and pull her close for a hug, which seems to answer her fears, and she seems to be smiling again.

I soon find myself meeting the twins' mother, who shows hints of the past beauty that the twins now have, but she has aged a fair amount, and is now only fairly attractive. She seems to approve of Parvati's interest in me, and tries to calm my own worries by telling me they will pick me up at my door and drop us off right at the gates of the carnival, so I will not have to do any walking around except at the event, itself. Meanwhile, I am looking around for Chris to explain the whole thing to her, and to let her know I would be glad to escort her on Wednesday if she still wants me to, but I can't find her anywhere. I hope I haven't hurt her feelings while I was talking to the Patils. Meanwhile, I find myself looking at my clothes and wondering if I have anything nice enough to wear for this event.

12-31-2013 -- [Not enough detail remembered, but a quite cool dream, anyway.] I am at the Hickory house, trying to get some laundry done, and just kind of wandering around. I think mom and Melody are here, though I am not completely sure. Whoever they are, they are acting just a little strange, which has me worried. Whether it is some sort of mind control or some strange issue having to do with effects of the full moon, I am not sure, but in some way, I eventually manage to mitigate and reverse some of the strange behavior, even if it means wandering around in the neighborhood a little, late in the evening, with Barbara and Marvin glaring at me when I wander near their house.

Unfortunately that is not the only issue we have to deal with. Mom and Melody seem to be slowly warping into Amy and Rory Pond, and I think the 11th Doctor is around here someplace, though at the moment I am not him. We find ourselves kind of being attacked by giant mutant plants that look like they belong in an amazon rain forest or something. They have a bright red flower that is divided into three 'branches' with a central stock that somehow kind of sprays a mind control mist on people, taking them over, controlling their actions, and using them to take the flowers to more people. Turns out the way to battle the flowers is to grab them and thwack them hard on the central stock, which kind of knocks them out, at which point they kind of shimmer like one was looking at them through a heat haze, and then they turn into a more normal sort of flower and lose their grip on whoever they were controlling. So I free the Ponds, then the three of us run around and start bashing flowers all over the place, either hitting them directly on the stock with our fists, or bashing them against tables or walls, instead.

By the time we've got that incursion under control, I have turned into the 11th Doctor, just in time to find that the area we are in is slowly turning into a crowded and busy stadium, and there are people walking up behind us, trying to gently spray us with a different mind control mist, again trying to take everybody over. Amy and Rory (or perhaps Amy and River) have already started to collapse, but I try to throw myself into respiratory bypass, to avoid breathing the stuff in, as I start fighting back against those around us, and trying to free my fallen comrades. It's a minor bit of the usual kind of hunt and chase dream bits, as we fight our way free again, just to find we're now facing a fourth challenge.

It seems to be something in the air (all of these seem to be something in the air), but now they are somehow causing massive distrust between generations. Nobody over about 30 trusts anyone under that age, and vice versa. I am the odd one out, as I seem to kind of switch back and forth between the two groups in which I accept and am accepted, and Amy and Rory have enough trust for me that they can fight it off slightly. But we are running around in what I think is a small village in England, fighting off the rest of the town folk who are still under outside control, as we fight against bobbies, vicars, and regular people. Near the end, I may even find myself morphing into Harry Potter, hoping the Doctor may come to save us, as I wonder if my aunt's dislike of me could possibly be because of the mind control, though I know Uncle Vernon is just a jerk, plain and simple.

12-30-2013 -- On a college campus somewhere, probably Fullerton College, trying to finally finish registering for my CDL class, but every time I think I am close to finished, I find there is ever more that I have to do. So I am in the admissions office, filling out paperwork and trying to find out just how many more things I have to do, and they won't or can't tell me anything except the next one or two forms. It is maddening. I am running all around the building, being sent here and there for more forms, and finally get a little tired of it, and escape to a small office where I sit down to chat for a few minutes with Charles Purcell, one of the counselors from my high school. We're having a decent conversation, until we're interrupted by a couple of little who know him and are hugging and kissing him.

I excuse myself, and continue to wander around the school, where I find myself looking down some of the tops of some of the ladies in the office, enjoying the available view. In a small dining room, I come across several clowns and balloon artists I know from the Orlando area, and they are quietly discussing the latest news about the death of Don Caldwell, and I'm telling myself it can't be, as I try to find some paper in a nearby office, to write it down so I can do some internet research later and find out if it is true or not. I am hoping it is all a mistake, because I like Don. I am jotting down his age, which in the dream was something like 52 or 57, and a custodian walking by mistakes it for the number of a player on a sports team, and tries to strike up a conversation about it, which obviously doesn't work too well.

The dream is sort of lengthy with me continuing to wander around the office trying to get things sets up, though almost none of the details stick in my mind, and eventually I have left the building, and am heading on home to the Hickory house. I find myself on Crescent, just passing the nursery, pulling a wagon which for some reason I am calling a bus, as I draw it over the cracked and tilted sidewalk. For some reason, I start making odd wrong turns. I am directing myself with a compass, but I turn it so that north is whatever direction I say it is, rather than to actual north, as I find myself in odd areas from past dreams. I find myself in an area I remember driving another bus, which also involved goblins from the Harry Potter books, and the NCIS crew, though neither make an appearance in this dream. It is just the same area.

I soon find myself dodging around rail road crossings, and come to realize that I am somewhere in Tampa, when I find myself approaching a strange theme-park-like restaurant that seems to be a cross between Wolfgang Puck's and the Wilderness Lodge. It is either closed for the night, or perhaps has not yet opened, but if that is the case, the opening is drawing near. I head inside, anyway, though as I make it in, I find I am being chased by the guard collies that are watching the place. It is very strange being chased by about a dozen just slightly vicious, but highly gorgeous Lassie clones, but I am trying to get out of the way. I end up half swinging from the chandeliers, half swinging from vines in the trees which make up the roof of the restaurant, while workers who have spotted me come chasing after me. They are so determined to catch me that they are grabbing for anything near me, and seem to be pulling the entire place down around us. As far as I am concerned, this is not my fault!

As their net is closing in around me, I throw myself to the ground, and then slam through the kitchen doors, dodging this way and that until I make it outside and almost fly up and over a chain-link fence to safety. Problem is, while I have gotten away from the restaurant staff, I still find myself being chased by random smelly drunk people. Somehow I cause myself to throw up over this, which instantly causes them to throw up as well, distracting them so I can get away again. I am dodging around more railroad tracks, and soon find myself on a sort of roundabout, except this time I really am a train for a few minutes.

Soon I find myself on another sort of college campus (not the same one), where I seem to be trying to copy a forbidden record (possibly of Tom Lehrer songs) or perhaps trying to duplicate a very rare record so there is a back-up if anything happens to it, while getting ready to play it on the college radio station. They are trying to stop me, and recover the album, preventing any back-up copies from existing, though I manage to find a good place to hide it, nearly in plain sight. Meanwhile, I am still being chased, and dodging about here and there, while also kind of drifting in and out of sleep. Odd and entertaining.