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I only remember one dream, and I was a little girl in the dream lol..............................

I was at one place which was supposed to be like a hard level I had to do over.. oh just remembered part of my dream

First fragment I remember I was at this one level of Super mario 64 and I was telling these people about Super Mario Sunshine. I showed them the gamecube cover of the game and sunlight radiated through me and I felt the warmth of the sun. Then I just had to say Praise the suN!!! lol.

Next fragment I had I was this little girl and I was trying to beat this one level on Majoras Mask, Ocarina of Time, or Mario or something I forgot. You had to enter the level through this painting or somehow, and quickly press up down left right left right a b a b start select, at least thats what I thought the code was. And if you didnt do it fast enough you couldnt beat the level. I remember I was a little girl playing the level and there was this mean older lady trying to do mean stuff. Like the principal in Matilda. Thats all I remember

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was a story about three dragons-warriors which used massive weapons to fight whole enemy armies. Then they were back to base and were talking with each other and other dragons. Then they were called to meet the leader, which was even bigger and with even more massive weapon, he said that he will give them more power and told them to do something specific, but then discussion started and one of warriors borrowed leader's weapon temporarily, he said that he was ok with it. Then everyone started roaring collectively and dream ended into brief FA.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing star trek online and there was something weird about leveling.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was something about portals and different dimension in which giants lived. There was huge circus and bus going out, and in the bus in random mug little horse and a girl were hiding.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was going on streets and then through some other place.

Dream 2:

I was playing some game that was somehow a hybrid of video game and forum game where at times i controlled character and at other times posting actions in some thread. I was going through some places and then there was a eastern style temple where i talked to a few characters and then enemies appeared and we had to fight them.
Later after going through a few rooms i had to go through a few corridors, which looked frozen. Game turned into an fps and lots of enemies started spawning, including some frozen skeletons. Then after corridors there was circular frozen arena place, it had two floors and kamikazi bug kind of enemies started spawning all over the upper floor and jumping down. I got up and managed to hold the wave off and defeat it.
Then level continued into dark storage place, which also looked frozen. There was alot of boxes and view switched top-down. After a while of going around an ambush got triggered and enemies started appearing everywhere, including gnaars from serious sam series and kamikazi bugs with which i dealt earlier. The place took a few attempts and i've had to reload save game.
Next up, i reached place that looked like frozen junkyard of some kind where i had to fight more enemies, then i noticed that my max hp glitched out and i had only 2 segments max, and boss fight was coming up as well. The boss fight was apparently fight against Dante, just like in DMC4, even the place was same. Except my max hp was crippled by a glitch and fight went on slightly differently at first. Attacks were somewhat passive and easy, managed to empty half of boss hp without getting hit. Then fight become more difficult, he started using alot of aerial attacks and also started summoning cannon balls from serious sam series, which were rolling around. Soon i failed.
I returned to previous save before fight and started exploring area more. I've found a house at the edge of frozen junkyard. In house there was some dude who had aura of darkness and i've talked to him. He summoned kinda bear like creature that was apparently a healer of some kind and i had to escort him, also there was a dark princess who joined as well. We were going through frozen junkyard and new kind of enemies appeared, wolves made of ice. I easily was able to deal with them by just smashing them apart with pure strength, then more appeared and started focusing on bear creature and ignoring me. I get annoyed and grab like 8 of them at once and smash them into ground, which causes some kind of magical symbols surrounded by red glow to rise from ground and create some kind of barrier. The dark princess said that it's very rare for that to happen and that i must be really strong if it happened.
Then random cutscene started showing that back at temple area white and red mage conflicted. One was on balcony, another on the ground and they started a fight.

14.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Fui dormir as 00:30 repetindo o mantra "Eu sempre tenho sonhos lúcidos" até não conseguir mais me concentrar na frase e peguei no sono. Acordei as 4:00 ou 4:30 com o meu despertador para tentar executar a técnica FILD, mas não consegui fazer pois peguei no sono. Despertei as 4:50 com o despertador e o coloquei pra despertar as 5:50. Voltei a dormir e sonhei:

Eu estava em um elevador, retangular, largo porém estreito, sem portas na frente. Parecia um elevador de serviço com apenas uma "barreira" que se fechava por baixo até a altura da canela. Quando o elevador estava subindo, uma mulher acompanhada de uma garota dizia que a garota precisava subir e a colocava no elevador em movimento. A garota parecia ter algum tipo de dificuldade de locomoção. A garota tropeçou e se apoiou no meu ombro direito, me pedindo desculpas. Eu reparava que era uma garota muito bonita, magra, pequena, de cabelos ruivos e pele branca. Ela me agradecia por eu tê-la "apoiado" e dizia que se casaria comigo. Eu brincava: "Conversa com a minha esposa sobre isso", mas eu realmente me sentia atraído por essa garota e triste por não poder me relacionar com ela. Sentia uma afeição por ela. No momento parece que a Juliana estava do meu lado esquerdo, mas não a vi.
Daqui eu me via num tipo de parque, me via de frente, mas não era realmente eu. Era alguém mais encorpado, e o rosto não parecia o meu, nem o cabelo. Não lembro o que houve aqui, mas em seguida eu via um prédio, parecia estar de noite, e eu tentava ajudar essa garota, subindo o carro dela pelo lado de fora do prédio(?). Não me lembro como fazia isso, mas era algo como levitar o carro por cima com um raio de tração. Algo aconteceu e o carro desabou sobre o prédio, destruindo completamente ambos. Eu me propunha a reconstruir o prédio, e me via em 3ª pessoa juntando vigas e reerguendo o prédio.
Depois disso eu via um rapaz gordo, alto, sardento e com cara de chato/folgado (o perfeito esteriótipo do garoto grande da escola que faz bullying). O garoto assistia uma gravação de uma festa onde via um garoto sentado com um capacete em formato de tigela, com alguns detalhes que não consigo lembrar. O garoto sentado parecia familiar, algo parecido com o Tom Hiddleston. O garoto gordo via algo que ligava o garoto sentado a mim. Ao que parece, o gordo estava tentando me encontrar. Nessa hora eu me lembrava dessa festa como se eu realmente estivesse estado lá em sonho antes mesmo da cena do elevador, mas não sei de onde veio essa lembrança. O gordo pegava o garoto de capacete e o levava a algum lugar, como quem fosse prestar um depoimento e entregar o ligamento do garoto comigo, como se mais alguém estivesse atrás de mim. Nessa hora o garoto de capacete não era mais um garoto, mas sim um garota. Ela sentava e o gordo dizia algo como "Ela ainda me ama". Alguém perguntava algo a ela mas a garota não respondia ou não conseguia responder. O gordo dizia "Ela é lésbica...".
Acordei com o despertador.
[Ontem a Juliana me contou de um ex amigo que tentava ficar com ela. Disse que o cara era imaturo e dizia pras ex dele "Ela ainda me ama". Recentemente houve uma festa de aniversário de uma amiga dela, Mayara, para a qual fomos convidados. Ela sentiu que não deveria ir. Ontem ela descobriu que esse cara foi, mas como ele já não mora mais perto e nem mantém contato, ela acredita que o motivo foi para encontrá-la e nos irritar. Isso talvez explique o garoto chato procurando alguém na festa e, depois de encontrar dizer para alguém que essa pessoa ainda o ama].

I was preparing a huge feast. In part I had prepared food for it but also I ordered some from a restaurant. I think the occasion of the feast was my mother's birthday (which actually is in February).

I had set out this huge tray, and had put it in the center of the table. I arranged some fruit and vegetables on it. My plan was to add the meet that I ordered from the restaurant to it.

The owner of the restaurant surprised me by delivering the food himself. I had expected to go pick it up. He came in and proceeded to rearrange the table. While I was not looking he took the vegetables and fruit I had carefully set out and he had put them in a bowl out of sight under the table. I said what are you doing?! He said I moved this stuff to make room for the new dish. I assumed that was left over from your lunch. I needed space for the dinner. I said, this was not left over. I prepared it to go with this food you brought, and there was plenty of room on the tray for both. He was very sceptical, saying that would only work if your food and my food happened to go together well. I said, they will, I prepared and ordered food specifically so they would go together well.

I believe I woke up soon after, so the conflict was not resolved.

When I woke up, I know I recalled a dream fragment too, but now it alas is gone.

6:42am After the successful dream recall above, I kind of drifted in and out of sleep until alarm woke me for good. I tried to WILD and even got to some HI but that's it. The HI I recall there was a ball or maybe a grape with a section missing, rotating in space and then it propelled away from me toward a bright light, but after seeing that I woke up rather than fall asleep.

Original journal entry dated April 4th, 2002:

This time, my dream had some people in it I know - S and Sr. S was a nobleman who was a slight notch above a knight, and Sr was a monk. As the dream progressed they sort of lost their resemblances to either person, though, and became characters in their own rights.

Anyway, "S" had gone to the monastery to get some peace and quiet. He wasn't so much ill as stressed out. As he was walking through one of the fields he came across the monk, who was running around wearing butterfly wings and singing. He stopped to watch, puzzled by the strange sight, and the monk came up to him and started talking about how he wanted to communicate with the faeries. The monk had a Bible which was actually (and oddly) bound with the spirit of a demon. There was also a blue flower in the field that was a parasite, and grew so quickly and aggressively that it was strangling the others - this upset the noble/knight guy so every day he would go out into the field and try to hack the harmful plants up... it was a losing battle, though.

Anyway, he went into the monastery to go back to his chamber and was admonished by a monk for being so loud. He was then stopped by a messenger who had been sent by his wife, to tell him that she was arriving there the next day. The servant was a little worried about the Lady's sanity, and as for the nobleman himself, he said, "I believe she is quite looney".

The end of the dream was garbled, though - the Lady arrived, caused a lot of upset, and then through some sort of spell or ritual the nobleman or the butterfly-wing-wearing monk caused an earthquake - a chunk of the monastery that had been built to overhang the cliff fell into the sea, and unfortunately the Lady was in it at the time. And there was something about the demonic Bible, too, but like I said, the end was blurry.

I split this into a separate entry because it is long.

I woke up last night at ~10:30 pm. I had gone to bed at ~9pm. Fell asleep again at ~11:00pm.

Woke up again around 1:30-2:00am. I did not recall any dreams, except for dim impressions. Attempted WILD but was too tired.

I set my intentions to wake up at some point in the early daylight hours before work. At this point, I'd had the dreams about snowy car crashes, unicorns, etc. Woke up again at approximately 5:00am. Felt grumpy about lying in a supine position. It feels like it's going to take forever, too. I maintain the supine position until it's incredibly uncomfortable, then sloooowly roll over onto my side while trying to maintain as much of my trance as I can. Because I have work, I'm not going to fight falling into "regular" sleep too hard but I keep a halfhearted watch for any dreamlets I might be able to latch onto.

Eventually, a "proto-dreamlet" pops up. I'm not asleep enough for it to actually really be a dreamlet... it's still a visualization, just not one of my choosing. Even though it sounds like one, I really want to drive home that it's not an actual fully formed dream... it's like the difference between watching a movie and being the movie. It's an intense visualization - one I don't even fully control - but it is not a dream.

My attention wanes. My mind wanders, eventually producing a ghost of a memory. I am in a convenience store. It's the beginnings of a dream, but too "thin", like a flat image. It is an incredibly detailed visualization, but I'm not "there" yet. Again - tough to explain.

I am in a convenience store. It's old and run down. The walls are yellowing, even though they were once white. I recognize this faint memory - I am in Nebraska. I know that some of the cans and boxes on the shelves expired long ago. I move through the store. I look down... I am wearing sneakers. The floor is beige speckled linoleum, and it's dirty.

I go through a door, into a laundromat. It's full of ancient, coin-operated washers and dryers. They're dented and noisy. There's an old fat man, who looks like Archie Bunker. He's wearing a dingy wife-beater and sitting on a plastic chair. I recognize the laundromat as another dim memory.

The visualization gains vividness as I move through the exit. I am on the outside, on the second floor, on a fire escape. I go down rusty steps. My sneakers make metallic thumping sounds. I am on the ground now. I look around. The ground is flat, flat, flat, covered in brown and yellowing grass, and it is mid-afternoon. I feel very, very close... I move forward, trying to break the "surface tension" of the visualization and turn it into a true dream. It's right there...

But I am in Nebraska, and the landscape is SO BORING. I think that I don't want to have a lucid dream where I'm stuck in Nebraska, since scene changes can be a pain for me, so I try to shift it to the dreamscape from a prior dream. Kind of like a "bait and switch", to see if I can trick my brain into putting me somewhere I want to go.

It's a mistake. The vividness fades to a ghost of what it was. I cannot conjure up the evergreens that I wanted. I try hard to push more detail into the visualization, to no avail. I cannot become lucid in this state - the trance is too light, and the visualization is too dim. I don't give up, though.

I stick with trying to visualize the snowy forest, the towering evergreens... I imagine my "house" is there (my dream cottage). I approach it... shift... I am now in it. I am holding a baby, although I'm not sure why. I set the baby aside, and it disappears. I am sitting on a couch. The cottage only has one large room. I am looking out a large window at the ocean, which I can see through the snowy evergreen branches. There are hazy mountains in the distance.

The DC I have been looking for walks through the door. The visualization is still not a dream - his features are foggy. I decide to explore the cottage, but the visualization is disjointed. I discover that my bed is on a loft under the eaves. The eaves are made of natural, untreated wood. There is another window that lets me look out over the forest. The bed is soft, and covered in quilts. One quilt is a red and white patchwork quilt that I recognize from a memory.

The DC climbs up into the loft and stretches out on the bed. We watch the snow fall. The visualization is slowly regaining intensity and clarity, although nowhere near a full blown dream. My alarm goes off.

I went to bed at 11:pm.I tried to attempt WILD at 5 am but it didnt work out. I woke up at 7:30 am. I usually wake up at 7:30 am if i sleep again i always get very realistic dreams. So i slept again and the dream started. It was a very long one.

I was in a house with my friends. There was an old lady in the house. We started to steal books i noticed i was the same books i had at home. We stole books until morning. When she woke up one of us was still holding books. So we distracted her by running outside like a road accident happened. Then i went back, then i was in some kind of place underneath the balcony. The lady came looking and slipped and fell upside down. I was underneath her she grabbed my leg. I felt the cold from her hand. Then i woke up i felt the same feeling. I woke up at 9:45

Maybe i should attempt WILD during this time again?
I always get good dreams during these times.

I've been thinking about some more of the previous dreams I've had. When I dream sometimes I'll return to the same places (or the same place but it looks a little different from the last time I was there.) I call these my dreamscapes. What happens in them aren't the same but I'm in a place I've dreamt of before. One of the those places is a desert planet. I don't dream of it often. I believe I've had three dreams on it and all three of them have stuck with me.

The planet itself stays fairly the same. If there are any changes, it just means I'm on a different part of it I've never been to before. It's completely covered in sand with rocky caves and outcroppings. Other than that I never saw much else except for a ginormous monolith my first dream there. The planet itself has no atmosphere, at least nothing to block the view. It's completely open to the rest of space, which in itself feels overwhelming to look upon.

My first trip there was brief. I was surrounded by dark yellow sand, some had a reddish/brown rust tint to it. There were boulders lying around, but nothing could take my stare away from this montrous monolith. It looked like an obelisk, but more rectangular in length and width. It was as wide as half a football field maybe, and as long as a football field. I'm making general assumptions. I wasn't focused on measuring it. lol

It was so tall though that I could not see its top. It just kept going. And I could see into space, see a large planet that was really close by. It was huge, looking more like a red and gold saturn. Stars twinkled everywhere in the blackness. The landscape was pretty flat so I saw space in all its glory from horizon to horizon.

Back to the planet. I just suddenly appeared there, taking everything in. Then the desert planet started to shift, it began to rotate. Gravity wasn't strong enough to keep me from slipping so as I went with the planet's rotation I started trying to grab onto anything solid, boulders, rocks, anything. I slid down to the base of the monolith and tried gripping the smooth stone surface. There weren't any hand holds and all I could think of was I didn't want to fall into space. I woke up before i fell off the planet.

That one definitely had me freaking out. I'll write next time about the second dream.

The first part is extremely sexual, so I don't think I'll be sharing that. I'll pick up with the part where the DC in my bed help's me stand up. Kind of. I read a post before laying down about how to summon a DC, and I used one of the suggested techniques to make other things happen too.

At one point he laughs at me, saying I'm being very familiar and don't even know his name. He hands me a sheet of paper but it's all

gibberish, the only thing I can make out on it is HTFPBEAN and I refuse to call a man Bean, that can't possibly be his name. I hand the sheet back.

"And your name, my lovely?" He asks, he has a light accent that sounds like Jimmy Angelov from Practical Magic. I don't say it

aloud, but have willed it onto the paper, "Ah, yes. Saja, what a beautiful name." He almost hisses this, but it's not creepy.
Eventually I am laying on my stomach and he is laying on my back. He responds to my unspoken annoyance and frustration by chuckling.

"Soon, I promise. But first we need to get up."
"I can't. I'm so heavy." I protest. My body feels like it weighs a ton. He rests his cheek to mine and when his eyes look over the

side of the bed, mine are drawn there too.

"This is not my place, since this area belongs to you, you must find the floor. I can't see it. Once you see the floor, I will move us

there. Do you understand?"
Absurdly, I do. I look outward but all I can see is mattress. I try to lift my head but it's so heavy.

"Are you ready?"
"Wait." I gasp. "I can't see the floor from this angle."
"We'll have to do this together, Saja."
"I know, I know." We fight the weight of our bodies and make it to our knees. He's pressed tight to my back, one arm across my

shoulders.

"Focus." He says against my ear.
"I'm trying." The world falters and my vision doubles. We collapse forward and hit the wall where the pillows are stacked.

I force myself to expect my vision to be normal. No. I shift my perception and make my vision normal, I turn my eyes to the floor, "Okay, now!"

Everything twists and suddenly I'm standing in the doorway to my room. My companion is gone. I frown and look around,

then I realize I can still feel his arm across the front of my shoulders and I relax. We make our way out into the living room. The layout is slightly different and an ugly green-gold velvet couch that used to be in my living room growing up is there.

"That...is an ugly couch." I say. He agrees.

My sister appears and my companion leaves me there to watch her and my nephew talk about how school went for him today.

I shake my head to dispel the daze of common dreaming and make my way upstairs into the bathroom (my house doesn't have an upstairs), the closet door is paneled in mirrors. I catch sight of my face and stop, startled. The top half is all charred with angry red cracks. My eyes are ice green instead of their regular green and the pupils like pin pricks of darkness. I touch my face and lean toward the mirror...what happened?
A maid appears from the far end of the bathroom, there's a door standing open. From here I can see what looks like the railinged side of a hospital bed. Apparently that's where Bean has gone.

"It took it's toll, the burns did." She says to me. "You've been asleep so long." She leaves without another word.

I examine the charred remains of my face. This isn't at all sexy. I can feel Bean watching me from the other room, grinning. I cover my eyes with the flat of my hand and slowly raise it to my hairline, willing the charred flesh to disappear. It does. I reform my nose but have some trouble. At one point my eyes disappear, and my nose was just a bridgeless nub protruding from my face. I don't panic, I just refocus and use my hands to form it, make it small and straight. I think I am finished so I turn away but realize something odd about my face as my eye is catching my reflection in the mirror.
I have to jaws, two mouths. That won't do.
I return to the mirror and take the second jaw lightly between my thumb and forefinger, then I pull it away and it disintegrates. There are ragged lines following the bone of my remaining jaw, so I gently press the skin back together and the cuts vanish. I smile at myself and turn to face Bean who leans against the hospital bed railing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Look at you! That was fantastic! Just for that show of skill, you get a free ride." I don't for a second think he's talking about his car

. I join him in the other room. Now he's opening the door to a red SUV. He mentions qualities he likes in a woman. I realize then that I've kept my own body. I've always hated my chest. I grab myself and lift my breasts, adjusting them to a smaller size I like more. ((o.O Well, I guess I would if I could.))
He closes the car door and runs to the driver's side. I notice that another me is sitting inside already. He's already taking off. I feel a little cheated.

"Better hurry up!" He calls out the window. I will myself into the car's back seat. He says it will take several hours to get where

we're going. I know I can shorten our travel time. I close my eyes and will the car 'forward'.

The SUV appears beside a tall brick wall holding back a forest. There's a glowing purple portal in the wall. A friend of mine, thinking that this is the way home and to his soulmate has already gone inside.

"Where's Cel?" I ask Bean.
"Went to find Xy, or something like that."
I rush toward the portal.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Xy." I reply and step closer, as I approach it the purple pulls away and reforms into a dark green field, darkening sky

and a hill with a house atop it. There are people milling around everywhere, most of them wearing formal attire and masks. I stop one of them, time feels incredibly short. "Do you know where Xy is?"

"Up on the hill, where she always is. You should know that."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from Before. Thank you!" I run up the hill and into the house. I scan every face knowing

that while I have never actually seen Xy, I will know her when I see her. She emerges from the kitchen and her lovely features pull into a welcoming smile. She enfolds me in a warm, tight hug and slowly rocks/spins us in a circle.

"It is so very good to see you again." She says to me.
"Did you see Cel?" I ask, "He came up here ahead of me."
"He had to leave, the veil won't stay open long."
"Moneca." I say, a small spike of bother hits me. Moneca? This should be Xy. She pulls away and she suddenly looks more fierce,

mean.

"How are you managing the rage, Saja?"
"Well I haven't hurt anyone before, have I?"
"Look at you, altering history to make it more appealing." She grins at me, showing all her teeth.

I snap awake.

I almost forgot this dream. I had the impression I had dreamed about grotesque insects. I was tempted to not remember it. Somehow, something I saw while driving refreshed the memory.

I was in my spare room. It is mostly empty and looked like it does in real life. -Expect for two piles of dirty laundry in front of the closet door. They looked like piles of dirty oily rags. Something you would use on a car. Sitting plain as could be between the piles are two plastic cylinders filled with clear water. One was almost empty, the other was mostly full.

Escaping the mostly empty 'tank' was something like a giant albino pill bug mixed with a silverfish. Except slimey and fleshy. They scattered when I spotted them.

For some reason, I felt more worried about the inhabitant of the second cylinder tank...

I picked it up using both hands and held it up to get a close look. Floating up the surface was something very difficult to describe. It was elongated, lopsided snail-like thing fused with a clam. It had a tiny human-like face with dull black eyes. It was mostly snail brown with darker blurry stripes, and a slightly translucent shell. I had the impression two lived the tank. But only saw the one.

I recently started looking through HP Lovecraft writings. The monsters described in the lore are notoriously difficult to depict or comprehend.

I decided to just say that this was a recall focused night. I didn't really get to do mantras for "focus" so, that will probably have to wait a couple days.

I did recall some dreams about my friends. I had a dream about H. I was helping him to compose a song. There were these really strange visuals while we were working, it looked like we were in space with these green sine waves moving around that were supposed to be the sound waves. He kept on adding more "layers" as in adding more sound waves to the mix. The strange part about it was I didn't actually remember hearing any music.
I had another dream about S. He and I were discussing some story he was writing. I was telling him about a character I wanted to include called San.
(Note: Me and S actually have been working together on a story, and there is a character in the story called San.)
Anyways, I was telling him about San, and how his personality is really shy, and he's really timid and unsure of himself. But at the same time, he has these very powerful magical abilities, and is often forced to use them in a fight, and that was why I thought he was an interesting character.

It looks like my recall is aligning to daily recall once more. I know for a fact that my recall is only going to get better. And soon, my dreams should begin to clear up, too.

Journal Entry uncategorized #1 Dream,Lucid, Comments)
Background: I have no idea how this dream came to be.

Dream: I was in my room with a friend, from Calculus 2. He was telling me that I can control the objects in my room by turning and then imagining and looking back. I tried it, made some food appear (I think). I made other objects appear as well. I didn't think of this as odd for some reason. I looked at his eyes and one eye had a black line running through it. I turned and imagined it normal again, and it was. He asked me," what did you changed?" I said, "your eyes". He laughed and smiled. Then a thought of fear showed up, what if he was possessed by an evil spirit. I quickly recognized fear for what it is a thought and I let it go. Then for some reason I wanted to check if it was a dream or if it was the physical world. I looked at my hands it had 6 fingers on it an extra thumb on the other side of my hand. I said, "this is a dream". He looked at me smiling. I looked at the other hand and it was also odd. As I kept saying this is a dream to become in full control. The dream environment began shaking, my body began shaking, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to wake up, so I told myself this dream is about to collapse and I can't move my body. I thought maybe if I let go of my lucidity, just maybe I will not wake up. So, I did, next thing I remembered was me in a different dream scene, still in my house though, and not aware . Well it wasn't that bad, but I wish that I didn't let go of it, but as in Buddhism attachment is the root to all suffering, so letting go should be good..

A shortie, but a biggie.

I dream I'm in a small, traditional Japanese restaurant -- it actually resembles a lot like one that I frequent in real life. ALL my co-workers are there (I work in a small non-profit, so a little bit over a dozen or so people), with our boss in the middle while everyone else are off to the side, framing him -- although, while I "distinctively" know it's our boss, I only instinctively know everyone else is there without actually recognizing faces.

Everyone is wearing business suits/dresses, and also trench coats. There is a very slight movie screen pan-out effect in my vision to reveal the co-workers on the edges. No one is talking to each other; everyone is just staring into space, lost in their own thoughts and looking grim. Finally, our boss says "Let's go." Everyone puts on sunglasses, and all head out towards the backdoor. It looks like everyone is moving in a "we are about to go on a mission" movie slow-mo style.

Everyone except for me. I'm still in bed.

So, context: We actually do have a big event that we are doing in real life, and everyone is drained from it. In order to prepare for the event, I had to wake up at 5:30am, and I got home late last night because we had the same event (and same wake-up time) at the other side of the state. Plus that it takes me a while to sleep, AND that I woke up at 1:00am (thinking it was almost 5:00), and I'm very apprehensive about not getting enough sleep.

ANYWAYS, so when everyone in my dream starts leaving to go to the event, dream me is still in bed, startled that I'm somehow not ready yet.

But ah ha! Breakthrough (possibly)! I "saw" myself in bed, and I think for the very first time, a part of me -- for a very, brief instant -- questioned the validity of my sleeping. I also know that this scene is very brief, so I may also be slipping out of sleep at the time and be questioning my reality due to consciousness. Either way, maybe I'm starting to get the hang of questioning things in my sleep.

Original entry dated March 6, 2002:

I had another one of my weird dreams, I had a dream that I was in Mrs. F's class again and we were in this huge old building evaluating essays, but the essays were all mixed up and impossible to read in order - and she demanded that we write a paragraph on what we thought about each one. The building we were in was very large and very old, but looked kinda like Ringling Museum, and the Fair was going on at the time so there were all kinds of trucks parked outside. That was the relatively normal part of the dream...
In my dream, I could turn into a cat, but I didn't have control over it most of the time. Sometimes I could will myself to do it, but usually not. There was a tom-cat who, if I was around him, I could easily transform myself. Anyway, so I had a son (yes a son) in the dream, and I was trying to save him, only the room he was in was pretty heavily guarded, so I figured that if I could turn into a cat getting in would be easy. Unfortunately, I couldn't will myself to become a cat, so I decided to do it in human form. As I opened the door to the room, several automated guns detected a human form and swiveled on me, I knew that if they began firing they'd kill both of us, so I willed myself harder than ever before to become a cat, and then -

the phone rang.

So I never got to find out what happened...