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ANOTHER LUCID DREAM YAY!!!

I was on a trip and there were many people with me. I didn't know them, both in real life and in my dream, so I kept my distance. We were walking around in this small village, it was small and even a little poor. Then, we ran into this big, gorgeous house. They said it was Lea Michele's house and I was, of course, very interested.

I wondered if she was there, then I felt creepy for looking at her house for so long, so I turned around and walked away. As I was walking, I saw lots of the people who lived there. I was scared of them, even though they didn't do anything.

Suddenly, I saw kids shouting and falling on the floor in obvious pain. My dad called my name, I turned around and saw him. He said that all the kids there were going through the same thing. I instantly knew what it was: they were turning into werewolves.

My dad agreed with me and said he'd get some plants that might help them. I said I had to do something else and... ran to Lea's house. I got there and the house was different. It looked like nobody was there, but I rang the bell and shouted that it was an emergency.

Lea appeared at the balcony, asking me what was going on. I told her that it might sound crazy, but I was pretty sure her neighbours were turning into werewolves. She didn't hear me, so asked me to repeat. I felt stupid for saying that again, but I did.

For some reason (probably because she's flawless), she opened the gate for me. She got someone to go check the village, a woman, and then she looked very interested in me. I apologised for being so creepy, but she was very calm and seemed quite happy that I was there. She said she was making something to eat and invited me to help.

We went to the kitchen and the woman and my dad were there. They said five kids had died, and that meant that it couldn't be a werewolf thing, but we still had to be careful... as in maybe those kids' bodies had rejected the werewolf gene or whatever.

Lea told me to check the food stuff and I went over there and looked at the lots of food. She hugged me from behind and she kept touching my hands and my arms. Then, she took some cotton and started cleaning my ear (?), which was weird, but I let her do it since she's Lea. She was also kissing my neck sometimes, so who cares if that's her idea of foreplay?

Anyway, then she asked me to wash the salad while she cleaned my ear. I said okay, even though I didn't even know what to take. I took a small pot, brought it close to my face. I realised I wasn't wearing my glasses, and that's why I couldn't see well. Lea made fun of me by taking another little pot and putting it in front of my face. It was the water one.

I laughed and she laughed and it was magical. I took the little pot. I saw some cheese slices there, so I started throwing water on them and then washing them. It felt very stupid, but Lea was now just hugging me and kissing my neck.

HOLD ON A SEC! I'm at Lea Michele's house cause kids outside might be turning into werewolves, I'm washing cheese and she's totally into me. Hmmm... DREAM!!!

I stopped washing the cheese and looked at Lea. I told her I had to go cause I had tasks and it was the last night of the competition. She pouted a little and said she'd miss me. I kissed her on the lips and told her I'd REALLY miss her too.

I left the kitchen and saw a tiny table with a glass on it. I laughed, cause wow. My mind really wanted me to get things done. I told myself that my first task was to move something, so I raised my hand at the glass and made it float. It was super easy and I put it back on the table.

I walked a bit more and I was in the middle of the living room. Now I knew I had to summon DragonMaster21 for the pocket task. I shouted DRAGONMASTER a few times, but nothing happened. I focused on his avatar picture and I could see it. Still wasn't able to summon him.

Woke up.

Morning of November 2, 2013. Saturday.



This is my long flying dream, which becomes vivider in La Crosse at sister Marilyn’s house, having flown around after leaving the King Street boarding house. I had been homeless, living on Goose Island, having lived in treetops and now and then a rooftop. I had not done much walking but my shoes are worn out though I end up refreshing myself at one point as well as getting new shoes from my wife (wife-to-be in my dream).

This younger version of my wife had been going to the first year of a university course (University of Wisconsin in La Crosse). We embrace and kiss a few times, but she is apparently not ready to enter into marriage. We fly together under my power. I tell her that I can teach her to fly on her own with her own cloak and explain how my cloak works. My cloak is used for steering while flying. I explain how a certain part should gather and be tied about a foot or more up from the feet to prevent it from billowing out more. It seems to look and work similar to the wings of a flying fox. At one point, I demonstrate how to sleep while hanging upside-down like a bat. In the majority of my recent flying dreams, I have flown in a black cloak or in some cases a blue bed sheet that moves around me in various ribbon-like ways (similar to the Cloak comic book character from Marvel), more to protect my skin from twigs and such rather than a modesty issue.

Several events transpire. At one point, another person does not understand how I am able to fly and I explain that everyone has this ability. I try to teach them in steps, starting by saying that you just need to let yourself rise and hover while ignoring the force of gravity (as if one could), thus allowing yourself to float upwards. They try but fail. In the first part of my dream, I mostly fly about in either a standing or forty-five degree position. Horizontal flying (as with Superman) does not seem to feel right.

At one point, someone has a set of weapons and another joins him near the corner of a house (Gillette street; perhaps a play on getting cut or a “close shave”). (The weapon looks like the throwing star from “Krull” from 1983, a movie I saw in-dream prior to seeing it in reality without having known a thing about it and unexpectedly having someone else take me to see it on the same evening). Each star has either six or eight arms instead of the five, though. The two other people first seem to be playing around, yet do not like my flying. I get very angry, as the weapons are deadly, yet they play around with them like toys. Still, I dodge each one thrown at me but get more and more annoyed. As a result, I develop the concept that in order for a person to be allowed to use a weapon, he should be injured with it at least a few times before being allowed to use it. Taking this faux rule or law into consideration (without realizing my act is hypocritical as I had not been injured by them), I catch, over a short time as I am flying at about thirty degrees, three of the throwing stars (about three-fourths the size of a lawn-mower blade) and swing them back to the closest male while I am in mid-flight while doing a fancy maneuver. Two slice through each side of his body to the opposite side, one about a foot lower than the other, another going right through his abdomen (above the other two) expanding the cut to each side. I “explain” the upholding of the “rule”, which does not matter anyway, as the person falls apart into four pieces. I casually explain (to someone who appears and mourns the sudden loss of their husband) why that was the right thing to do. The other male stands there in a daze.

I eventually find myself flying around Southern Rhodesia in an isolated (or earlier in time?) area of Salisbury. (Possibly, it is an association with Salisbury steak which I ate in my youth in TV dinners; quite possibly the least palatable meal I have ever eaten.) I go to an even more isolated area after a few people seem either annoyed or frightened by my flying above them. I go into a herb shop (that is more like a rickety “house”) and an African male wants to learn how to fly with me. However, he then decides he will give me a lot of money if I bring back a small amount of Entada rheedii (African Dream Herb, of which I have never seen in real life to my knowledge) to sell for retail at his small shop. I go off on an adventure flying fairly low, deep in jungles, gliding over tall grasses and between trees. I am soon annoyed by large mosquitoes now and then and first worry about getting chikungunya. I clearly hear the loud, annoying buzzing in only my right ear at times. (This was specifically precognitive as I had not seen or heard anything on this for a long time. I thought it was a reference to a much older time period within my dream). I finish my task and move on, as I silently worked out in my mind that there was some sort of invisible barrier so the mosquitoes could not actually bite me. At this point, there are Blue Pearl events where the sphere seems to be almost external and moving at about my speed at a close distance. It seems to communicate with me and move ahead out of my range of vision.

I am, for some reason later on, near the main inlet of Rio de Janeiro. I also fly close to some hotels near Ipanema though a few people become angry at my act and wave their fists. There is talk of a new law to restrict my flying space. I adjust my dark cloak to steer through more populated areas and those areas with more potentially hazardous architecture. Although many people seem annoyed, some seem friendly and cheerfully wave. A short and fat mostly bald businessman in a dark suit waves at me and motions for me to land. A very gentle bossa nova (with a lot of higher string riffs) plays on the breeze (from several cheap outdoor radios at once, including from hotel balconies) with a gentle female chorus with amazing harmonies, which is like “The Girl From Ipanema”, but is like a parody of the song I saw many years ago. The gentle “Garota de Ipanema” song carries on the breeze (with different lyrics):

“Short and fat and bald and ug-a-ly,
the guy from Ipanema needs to fly with me,
to get back to his hotel across the bay…”

I am able to lift the heavy man and he smells of cheap cigar. He “flies” closely to my left, hanging on tightly, which annoys me, but I do not say anything. Still, it is very refreshing to look down over the water and boats from high above. Now and then, over the seemingly long journey (I guess I am flying more slowly at this point - it almost seems we are not moving at times - but this is likely how it would appear in real life from a small plane going at a reasonable speed) I have vague thoughts a couple times of dropping him into the water far below (by which he probably would not survive). There is also a slight concern that I will not get him across and I will instead end up dropping him midway anyway. Still, I feel I need to do this task so as to have “larger, friendlier energies more on my side”(?) After the long flight, I finally see the opportunity to land softly and he is grateful that he had not been late for the convention. I have apparently made a “new friend”.

LINK:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-10-2...-virus/5051210

Things I remember:
•Sitting in town playing on my laptop and everyone staring at me.
•I remember having 4 lessons of school then skipping the 5th and going home but there was two flats, we were on the bottom half but you had to go past the top floor to get to the bottom and the woman told me off
•We had a conservatory and I sat in there playing video games.

The next bit I remember is going to school and me and Beth were at my old school and it was the end of the day then Beth said "Steph, I swear that guy is staring at us... Look!" And I looked discreetly and he was staring at us it was really creepy but he was walking into the school! So we hid behind something and he came over to collect his son from school and I realised it was BriBry! Then he turned into a Mexican guy and started taking pictures and he took a pic where I was smiling then said I had a 'double barrel' or something which meant I go crossed eyed whenever I have a face on picture. That's all I remember from there.

Then next I remember going to school like halfway in the day and talking to Beth, she told me one of my friends had been flirting with my crush as usual Omg I was so annoyed I was like "Beth why did you have to say that seriously..." And she said sorry then we went to the hall to have some photos taken with the whole year group, I was crying and trying to cover my face cause I didn't want my crush to see but he did argh he was sitting at the back and I went and sat at the front next to Laura Churchyard but the teachers moved us onto the window ledge. After everyone was in place they handed out paper plates and we had to put fake blood on them cause it was a Halloween shoot. We all held them up and went "raagh!" At the same time it was pretty cool though I probably looked a mess since I was crying. Anyways after that this little African boy came up to me and because he needed money he was selling grape juice. He asked me to at least try it and said "Do you want ham or lettuce?" And there was actually those two flavours it was grape and lettuce that I chose because I thought maybe you couldn't really taste the lettuce and I was right! It tasted like Ribena and I drank the whole cup then my mum arrived and gave him £7 for the juice lol. Well that's all I remember so bye :3

Hi! I had another lucid :D. Every time I go lucid I am always in a car, hopefully I learn to go lucid when Im not in a car. Last night I went to sleep early because I was tired and also my stomach was hurting. I just kept falling asleep on the couch so I just went to bed at around 8 or 9, really early for me. I usually have trouble falling asleep by midnight. Anyways here's how my dream went.

Earliest part I remember was buying pills in the mall. It was inside this weird store that was pretty much purple and had a little stand in the middle where I got my pills. I let this girl see the pills and I thought she gave them back. I had a bottle of my new pills and my old pills, she looked at the old ones. As I was leaving the store I looked inside the bottle for my old pills and there was nothing there. I looked at her and she started trying to walk away, I chased her down and kept trying to get my pills back. I got this little pamphlet from her with some of the pills in a baggy on it or some pills that stick to the pamphlet in an orderly fashion. I couldn't check if they were all there so I kept chasing her and getting my pills back. After a while, like 5 minutes dreamtime, she got to this maze. I kept going along the side of this maze and she came out right in front of me and I took my bag of pills back. Then she tried to grab them back and the bag ripped and it went all over the floor.

The next part was my sister and me in the car going somewhere, she was driving. For some reason I think she is the girl trying to steal my pills in the mall. I also tell her I have to go home but she gets her friends in the car and she says nope and they start driving somewhere else. So at this point I am really angry over everything she has done so far so I smash her head through the windshield and push it against the window through the broken glass so her head comes off. Her friends keep driving and somehow her head grows back. I sit there a while and then [COLOR="#0000CD"]I realize I'm dreaming. I look at my hands in the car (my car) and it looks exactly like real life its crazy. I look over to my sister and shes reaching her hand out trying to touch me like a zombie, I fly out the open window and land along the side of the road. I quickly try rubbing my hands together and it works for a bit. I look around and I'm in a road with wheat on both sides, or very tall grass and a tree on the right side, when I'm on the left side. Past the wheat is a forest, it's in the afternoon and everything looks awesome. I fly into the air again and I chase the car down, Im about to shoot an energy blast to blow up the car from the air but I accidentally wake myself up.[/COLOR]

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0500 - Some other friends and I are riding trains through three countries. The last country is Italy, and one of the others may have been France. It was probably a weekend, because as we were traveling, T mentioned how I wasn't going to be able to finish my homework. I thought of Mr H and how I didn't have him anymore for history. The thought of homework filled me with that "ugh" feeling, though, so I stopped thinking about it.

In the second country or so, I was on the platform with several other friends. We were trying to get on the train, but we were on different platforms. I leaped from one to the middle platform and thought how much easier it was now that I was older and bigger/taller. But then I tried to leap to the last platform and fell/got hit by a train. It seemed like I "respawned" in the same area, at pretty much the same time. We eventually succeeded in hopping around and getting on the train.

After the second station/country, before me and T got to Italy, a taxi came and most of the group left in it, leaving me and T behind because we couldn't fit. I motioned with the thumb-and-pinky finger gesture (the one that means "call me") that they should give me a phone number so we could stay in contact, but they didn't understand me and just left. Me and T ended up taking another train to Italy, because we didn't know where they were going.

The trains are occasionally filled with homeless and smelly people lying down on the seats covered with blueish blankets. In one of the trains in Italy - a sleek and gray thing, sort of similar to NYC's trains - there were several cars just filled with the homeless. We wandered around two of these cars before leaving (I apparently was expecting one of the homeless people to tell me if the seats across from him were dirty. Nearby was a guy dressed in a suit) and finding out that the train was part of the 'ghost network' (as labeled on a map nearby on the platform), which meant the trains were made of souls/ghosts coalescing into a semi solid material (how I knew that, I have no idea).

The alternative, which was for normal humans, was near the front of the platform, and looked like it was underneath a guillotine/chopper like object, which were horizontal supports on the ceiling. The train itself was not a train, but several metal platforms chained together into a line, with little to no handholds/barriers. We didn't want to get on, because it seemed highly suspicious and would probably end up killing the passengers, but we had to move for some reason. I led the way, jumping past the train and onto the beams near the top of the entrance, past which were stone stairs leading down to a wide space (a station-like area?). We jumped to the rafters or the stone/metal supports that made up the top of the hall - for a moment it felt like I was going to fall or crash into the supports painfully - jumping and running and jumping. I was continually casting powerups, etc. One point, T nearly slipped and fell, but I grabbed her by the leg and hauled her back up.

We took off our shoes and continued running along just in socks. On the wall there were screens showing facebook-like posts and comments, one of which involved doing badly on tests and LH. Next to my replies, it showed what I really typed then erased and sent. That part involved some text like "CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK S H E", the clacks standing for backspace, with your original message without edits underneath. It also said "you're seeing this because you typed this."

Near this part, T and I backed up against a wall/slanted support so that T was bracing against the support and I was somehow pushing off of her. (I think my position looked like the one you use in swimming when you're pushing off the wall.) I had wings, so after I pushed off, I swooped around with my wings some more, until they timed out and I started dropping. I'm not sure what I did when that started happening, but I woke up afterwards.

So the dream started off normal and very ordinary. I was originally at what seemed to be a lecture hall of sorts filled with about fifty people or so. I was here with one of my convention friends, he and I simply sitting there chatting about non-important things.

Suddenly the situation begins to escalate quickly. Another girl that I vaguely knew suddenly came into the room and grabbed the hand of my friend, quickly muttering something about "needing to get out now." Not explaining anything to me, she and the other occupants of the room began exiting in a chaos almost, leaving me as the last to exit.

When I left the room the environment was absolutely different from what I expected. It suddenly appeared as a very old country town, with the majority of the homes being made of logs and old, antique wood. The first person I came across had a very demonic aura to her, and was not a face that I could fathom or recognize. Coming quickly up to me she tried grabbing at me with clawed fingers but I ran away screaming from her.

As it turns out, there was a group of these evil beings that seemed out to kill me. No matter how hard I kept hiding in different spots they kept showing up to claw at me and trying to murder me. Eventually I hid under a sort of gap between a porch and the ground, thinking I was safe. I hid here for an excruciatingly long time before another of those faces appeared before me. Realizing where I was the other creature/humanoids began circling the awning, keeping me trapped underneath. It seemed like what appeared to be a bulldozer of some sorts came up, crashing into the house and destroying the foundations. As the house started falling down upon me, I woke up from the dream.

Something to do with me meeting a wealthy, kind man who owned a sort of resort in the desert. It was this kind of oasis that had a pool and a greenhouse. There were some large plateau/mountains outside of the resort. I don't know of any other dream characters save for the man who introduced me to the place.

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Ms S, my English teacher, is the instructor. We are (re)learning how to use these giant spinning glass spheres. You go inside and you either use the controls (not sure if there were any) or you somehow use your body to move it. The spheres go around and rotate from one side of the tunnel to the other (like an upside-down U). The spheres spin as well.

In the beginning I had one arm hanging out of the sphere and I was going to fix that, which I did, because it was dangerous and I felt like my left arm could get cut off any moment. Somehow it slips out again and Ms S comes over to tell me that I can't have my arm like that. I say something along the lines of "yeah, I know, I was just going to fix it" and I do. T and possibly C are also there.

I explain stuff to newbies and some understand and Ms S says that I'm really good with kids because they understand me, and I'm like "well I have to understand the thing first, which is saying something..." T says that she used to be able to go faster (prob in the AP course or something, I used to take it too).

I remember laying in bed in the darkness just waiting there trying to do WILD and next thing I know I'm in a dream, did a reality check and I found out that i was dreaming.
By the time I knew that, I thought i was still in my bed but turns out I actually woke up from my couch.
I got up to look around and I saw my back yard blazing with fire, meteors rained down as far as I can see, and for some reason I can see these 2 sky scrapers beyond my backyard all burnt up and ready to collapse.
Then i saw one of my Dream Signs which was a little girl that reminds me a lot of my Niece.
She would say "no" and just run away the same way my Niece does.
I saw her just standing looking at me or sometimes just walking around just having fun.
I don't remember what happened but the setting suddenly changed to night time in my backyard doing cultural things. My dad was up on a table chanting like usual and there was suppose to be someone there hitting a gong helping the person chanting.
But instead of that, we got a Morgan Freeman Playing a piano to help aid the chanter which, in the dream, was hilarious.
Then the setting suddenly changed again.
I was laying on the couch playing with my brother's newborn, somehow I knew that.
His head was flipped around like Jake Tucker in family guy and was just laying there.
All of a sudden, the baby just up and went to the couch. Was confused at how he was able to do that.
In what seemed like seconds, i witnessed the baby grow up from a baby to a toddler ready to go to kindergarten.
I asked my brother "How Come your baby is growing up so fast?"
My brother replied "What are you talking about, its already been 5 years?"
"5 years!!" i thought to myself. i did a couple of Reality Checks just to make sure that i was still dreaming.
I could breathe through my covered Nostrils, My left hand ( first time looking) had 2 fingers, a pinky and a thumb,
I looked away and looked back at my left hand, I had 3 fingers, no pinky and 2 thumbs.
So I knew I was dreaming again. I went into my brothers room and I saw one of my old classmates from High school.
I decided to have Intercourse with her for what seemed like 3-4 seconds and then I woke up.
I woke up pretty annoyed that i had to wake up when the bast part of the dream came.

I have a dream that there are basically zombie ghost things trying to get into my house. Somewhat like Minecraft or Terraria, I keep building better houses to keep them out. My mom and brother are there. It's a nightmare, but it's goofy. Something busts through a window with its arm and is groping around, but it's a silly cartoony looking arm.

Then, I'm having an actual nightmare. The tone is just creepy and foreboding. Something about tunnels beneath the city, and scary things that might be in them... that kind of nightmare. There's a character who's investigating it. I don't recall his name. There's also a shrine that goes down into one such tunnel, but it's unattended and has fallen into decay.

I go semi-lucid. I realize I'm dreaming, but am not fully "there". I see the main character descending into a tunnel - I decide to follow him and use the darkness of the tunnel to do a scene change. I leap into the air and fly full speed into the tunnel after him.

Instead, as I descent into the tunnel, I hear a buzzing roar and ghostly voices. One voice in particular is very loud. It keeps saying "HELP ME, ALEX". It's so loud and sudden and insistent that it rattles my nerves and startles me into non-lucidity.

I'm buffeted around in the tunnel and the buzzing, ghostly voices continue. I continue flying though the tunnel. I regain lucidity again after a brief while, and hear the same voice yelling for help. I still have no idea who the hell Alex is, though.

When I realized I was not going to be able to regain control of the dream, I woke up, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I dreamed I was in my old city, riding the bus around to get to work, but I couldn't remember where I worked and I was getting very frustrated.

I was with JWs in a gaint place like a convention center with groups of people all over the place. I saw Jay approach me to get out of that place and I told her get permission so we can ride. Once she comes back after speaking with her mom she started guiding me outside to where my transportation was at. When we arrive at the parking lot I remember seeing the building in the background and her mom saying to me that she is going to be coming as well which disappointed Jay but I whispered to her well lose her no worries. Once we get to my dark blue van I open the trunk there pull out this mini scooter which kind of fits two people extremely tight but it worked out. After Jay jumped on the back of the bike we started taking off slowly and once we entered the main road I saw some cars coming like after a light turns green and took off before Jays mom had time to take the left turn. After that we hit a red light immediately after which then Jay said "just take it" and then I waited a bit for the cars on the other side to complete making their right turn and then took off losing Jays mom. Once that happens we get to an intersection about 2 to 3 blocks down and saw an accident happen which made these DCs get really mad with each other and started fighting hardcore because I remember blood and everything which made things mad entertaining. Once the fight started I remember this guy did a front flip on another guy who had fallen on the floor to get over him and get a better look at the fight. Then I remember going in the alley so others did not see us and I remember kind of sneaking my car closer and closer to the fight and saw like 3 guys one was a bald white guy with a white t-shirt and jeans all the way on the far right, in the middle their was a darker man with a black jacket and jeans aswell who were beaten up. Once I took some other turns down the alley way I ended up in a building with my cousin samir looking for a way out I also remember I looked down from a window and saw either samir or Jay with my scooter which ran out of battery and had no gas or electric charge since supposedly it was an electric scooter. I also tell whoever had the scooter to leave it since things were getting a bit dangerous so I was trying to find a way out with my cousin then I saw this emergency door and told him to relax since it led to the outside after that I was by myself walking out of this construction site and I thought for a sec about my bed and woke up.

Brief 2nd dream that caught my attention

I was with my dad watching a movie then I saw a same exact scene with my dad in a movie that I had in my dream but I was still dreaming which was pretty freaking cool and weird but thats all i remember of that one. I think it was a false awakening like %50 done or something.

Had a (very short) lucid dream!

First dream:

I was in a bookstore/library with my cousin. He told me I had to get a book for him, and I told him I actually had a copy of it. I told him to follow me and we left the bookstore. When we left there, we were in a corridor full of classrooms. I got into one and showed him my copy. It was literally a photocopy of all the pages of the book. He got mad and told me he wanted the real book.

Then, a girl I know walked into our classroom and told me she missed me. I hugged her and started talking to her. My cousin got really pissed off and kept interrupting us at every other word. Finally, I had enough and asked her to wait while I'd get the book for him.

We left the classroom and walked back to the bookstore/library. He told I didn't have to pay for the book, I could use my PROCSOM (wtf is that? no idea) card. I agreed and went to the PROCSOM part of the place. I told the woman who worked there my name and she gave me some weird glasses. With the glasses, I could now have the book.

Since my cousin had the book, I left the bookstore/library and found myself an empty classroom. I tried to put the glasses on and it took me a while to understand how it worked, it was very weird. I got it right and started going back to the classroom my friend was. I opened the door and she was talking to two other people. I woke up.

Second dream:

I was in a subway station. There was a group with me and we were making sure we could live there, since outside was full of (surprise, surprise) zombies. We managed to find a tiny room with glass walls that we could stay. We could see everything on the subway station from inside, but people outside couldn't see us.

But it was too tiny and I decided to go looking for somewhere else. The people there followed me because... I dunno, because it was my dream, I guess. There was a little girl who was with us who started crying and she said she couldn't stay with us, she had to go and find her parents. We told her we didn't know if they were alive, but she just ran away.

I was sad, she must've been about nine and I doubted she'd survive outside. We still kept exploring the subway station until we found a hidden floor that had hospital rooms (?) and a huge room with tables. We shut everything and decided to stay there.

We put two people in each room to sleep, cause if someone died, they'd turn into a zombie (The Walking Dead logic). That way, the person sleeping with them would hopefully realise the person had died BEFORE they turned. As I was walking on the corridor of the hospital rooms, it clicked how stupid our plan was and I decided to check on the pregnant woman's room to see if everything was right.

It was not. She had had the baby, but the baby was choking and dying. Someone walked inside and cut the baby right above its chest. A bunch of white stuff came out of it, I think it was supposed to be normal, but I put my hands above MY chest and realised that that had never happened to me. Somehow, I knew the baby was as good as dead.

Too disturbed by the baby dying, I left the room and went to the huge room with tables. There was a woman there and I had a thing for her. I told her to meet me in one of the hospital rooms so that we could get together. She said she'd try, but her husband might get suspicious. Her husband then appeared and started shouting at her. He was very abusive.

While they were arguing, I walked over one of the tables and found lots of letters there. One of them was from the little girl's father and I got even sadder. Then I noticed there were about five letters to the woman I had a crush on, plus one "secret" note.

Hold on. This is a dream! Unfortunately, I started feeling my real body. I was ready to give up, but I thought about the competition. I rubbed my hands together and it helped a little, I couldn't feel my body anymore, but I knew it was a matter of time. The woman walked to where I was and told me it was okay to wake up. I told her that I'd at least get the letters all organised to her and find the secret note that had disappeared while I was rubbing my hands before I woke up. She looked so miserable that I wanted to give her something to hold on before I left.

I put the letters in chronological order (there were dates on them), but I couldn't find the note. I handed her the letters, apologised for the note and wished her good luck with her abusive husband... and I woke up.

Morning of November 1, 2013. Friday.



I am in a non-lucid dream and near the Cubitis kitchenette, where I have not been (in real life) since 1978. I start to wonder about what I had been doing or was going to do, as my memory is not viable. I decide to lie down in bed to relax, becoming somewhat aware of where I really am (at our present address) but I am soon annoyed by a sound I have never heard before; a mix of high-pitched buzzing and squealing with fuzzy dynamics. I hear it three times, about four feet away from our bed but at slightly different heights each time. It is apparently not a noise from our fan, as it is on the other side. I feel I am nearing sleep, so I assume I am hearing hypnagogic sounds.

Several minutes pass. I am near an oversized snowmobile that is covered in snow and unlikely to go anywhere, as the skis and tracks seem frozen below ground level. I start to move the snow away. It seems to be a reasonable task as if I am somehow engaged in some sort of advanced photo projection and instead of just feeling and examining all of the environment, I am actually more immersed in it and mentally manipulating it. I move a lot of snow away but wonder how I will get the snowmobile out. I see that it is not a snowmobile at all but John’s Martian tank (from the Cowsills Harvey comic book). After a time I start to wonder why I am bothering as it will probably never run again anyway, and had been abandoned by the owner.

I “wake up” but I am still in the dream state, though it is not like a typical false awakening. I am sitting at a computer in the living room, near the kitchenette, in Cubitis. My computer is displaying an error window that moves across the screen. I try to read it, as I become semi-lucid and I want to see what my dream is “saying”, so I study the imagery as closely as possible. However, the letters keep changing as I watch (as is usually the case in dreams) and the error window still moves about in random ways, although I almost think I see all the letters of the pattern, “You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!” from a book from my childhood (and get an image from another window that appears to be on an Internet recipe page for cakes and cookies).

The size of the error window changes a few times. I get an illogical idea that I should fix the problem in my dream and it will change the real-life situation (though my computer was not on in real life and never displayed such an error). I look around the room, amazed at the clearness of my perception and how alive I feel. I start to question if I am still dreaming or somehow woke up and went to my computer without realizing it (yet illogically without the understanding that I could not possibly be back in Cubitis).

I walk down a hall, realizing I am now at our old address on Barolin Street. Knowing I am dreaming, I decide to have a sensual interlude with Zsuzsanna. It is afternoon and a few random dream characters are present in the house. Zsuzsanna and I are soon together and I turn around, mentally willing the door to close.

I loudly say “Lock!” and hear a loud metallic sound from exactly where I expect it within the doorknob, and so our door is locked. I could have done it manually, but my dream obeyed me and I get the sense that not only did the door lock, but created an impenetrable seal along the door frame itself.

Later, my dream begins to lose cohesion as I focus on the illogical thought of where my real body is or what it may be doing. In some lucid dream types I have a concern about where my sleeping body is and what position my head is in, and whether or not a pillow is too close to my mouth or even if I am absentmindedly wandering around in the middle of the street while in my lucid dream.

I “wake up” into another lucid dream (which is only a continuation of the same dream sequence, though at another level of unconsciousness, closer to waking consciousness), thinking about how real it seems. However, I see that I am back near the Cubitis kitchenette again as in the first part of this sequence. I cannot believe how real it feels, with augmented physicality.

I decide to go and see my beautiful wife for the second time, ending up at our present address. However, Earl (an older half-brother on my mother’s side who had died in real life in 2007) seems concerned about me when I say how my dream seems so real. I consider that it is “too real” to be a dream, but then I notice that our widescreen television looks different and is sitting on the wrong furniture. Curiously, Earl being alive does not convince me it is a dream. I wonder if he has something interesting or intelligent to say, but he continues to watch television. I see another widescreen television sitting atop a tall narrow bookcase, and curiously, this is what confirms for me that it has to be a dream.

I decide to be with Zsuzsanna again. This time though, Zsuzsanna and parts of the environment become somewhat transparent, so I decide to let it go and wake.

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Heist dream! Only, my dream began after all the job is over, and we are in a van deciding how to split the money. There is also a device in the middle of the van that is stacking and pressing the money, and it is somehow very important that the money is in there. It looks like a glass tube with metal contraptions around it, and inside the tube is the money and a folded plastic hose thing that does the "pressing."

Conflict arises when we realize that we are still short $10,000 of money for the device. I somehow get assigned to fix the situation, but as I tinker with this contraption, I find that we are actually down more than the $10,000 that we initially thought. I'm not sure how I fixed the situation, but eventually I somehow got the number back to being only down $10,000; and somehow, being back to square one appeased everybody.

There is no proof of this anywhere in my dream, but there is this sense that this heist dream is related to my job (not being snarky).