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I was doing something, can't remember. Then, I arrived at UofTMed (which looked like some sort of palace). I went up the steps, and DID THE RC. I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER SEEING 6 FINGERS, SO I COUNTED AGAIN, AND THIS TIME I ONLY HAD A THUMB. STILL DIDN'T BECOME LUCID >.< I think it might be because of my lack of RCs during the day (I'm trying seriously ), or lack of associating the RCs with the reality.
Anyway, I went up the stairs and into the enterence hall, which looked like a library. I turned right and into what seemed like a hallway from highschool with lockers and everything. I had some sort of device that was necessary (can't remember why.) and it had to be charged with one of their devices. Only I wasn't told about this, so I got quite pissed. I started arguing aith Alyssa, and then Mo came around and backed her up, so I got even more pissed.
I can't remember the rest, I had another dream, that I remembered during this dream, but forgot when I woke up.
IF ANYONE IS READING THIS, I'D REALLY APPRECIATE SOME HELP. THANKS.

1. [non-lucid]
I'm in a classroom trying to access the internet but I'm unable to connect so the teacher (standing next to a smart board at the front of the class) gives me Kye's personal laptop to use instead, I just remember looking at the stuff he has on his laptop and just having a mess around.
Kye enters the room and walks over to me (I just stare at the laptop screen as I knew what was coming), he gets very angry and shouts at the teacher then storms out of the room.

2.

Fragments:
Some sort of racing game with a semi-destructible environment.
The cars got bigger for some reason.
Outdoor seating area I keep driving into smashing it to pieces.

IRL I'm going to China this semester so in the dream I finally went to China. I've been told as a black guy with dreads that I'll stick out like a sore thumb so I was walking around and was mystified that no one was staring or anything. It was like I was a part of the environment and nothing was strange at all. I entered this one building which I felt was some sort of student center that I was supposed to go to. Entering it, I walked into this sort of main room that was reminiscent of a small lecture hall that looked like it was made in the 80s by the looks of the furniture. The cool thing about it was that, the levels of seating sank into the floor instead of the floor rising to create the amphitheater look. But instead of lectures, this room was more just a gathering spot and place to chill. Everyone was just talking to the people around them.

I was sorta shocked to see a girl from my high school and one of the chefs from my college just hanging out and talking to each other. The girl was talking about how she didn't ave much money left til we went to the next city where somehow we were going to get jobs or something. The chef just said that h was going to hang in the background like he usually did and lack of money didn't bother him because he always was able to find a way to support himself in China(apparently he was some sort of Admin on these trips).

Morning of August 12, 2013. Monday.



This was another unusual recent dream relating to new technological concepts (gadgets this time - from alien technology) which has been more common in the last few years.

It has never been all that common for me to dream directly about aliens themselves (although UFO-type lights in the sky that turn out to be various things - from secret test planes of the government to undiscovered stellar phenomena - before dawn, are rather common and very peaceful and even nostalgic).

This time, the aliens are very passive and otherwise friendly and helpful towards humans. Some of them are nearly twice as tall as humans, but many are only slightly taller than the average person. They have yellowish skin and mostly wear green, white, or blue coveralls. Their facial characteristics are more angular than a human’s, almost canine, but with human-like skin for the most part. They remind me a little of a Marvel comic Skrull, but are never hostile or what I would call ugly in overall appearance.

During this time earlier in my dream of their more open attitude, and very early in the morning in my dream, an alien girl (walking with at least one other female alien companion) asks me to gather a couple items. One of them is a few grams of the Indian mustard plant (petals and leaves) - which will be precisely measured on an otherwise normal looking small plate (but with some sort of very small, attached computerized tool to complete the dividing and measuring work automatically). The other, I think, is a certain amount of Lapis Lazuli. I do the task, enjoying the time of being outside in the early morning in a sparsely wooded area.

Later, she is in human guise for some reason (although I still see her as partly alien at this time, but she is wearing a shorter pink-gray-yellow plaid skirt and to her left is a different alien than the previous companion) and I ask her (she is northeast from me in a larger building - a cafeteria at a local business?) if I can get her breakfast - but she says she has already eaten, an onion ring (at Dairy Queen or some such) and a slice of tomato, I think. She casually says as I am leaving the area…“love you…” in a similar manner as my wife and by which I nod back in confirmation, echoing her words (and I have a very brief thought of wondering why the aliens care so much about certain humans such as myself - I do not think there is any actual romantic connection though I did not feel certain of that at the time). She seems to be sitting at an indoor picnic table or picnic-table-like cafeteria bench (very common meeting place in my dreams for some reason - above and beyond scenarios with people at normal tables or household furniture of any kind) with white marble-design seats and top (metal frame otherwise).

Later on, I seem to be fairly young and am in school, possibly ninth grade, perhaps - as it reminds me of DHS (but also just a little of DMS). A certain subject comes up - the flow of conversation eventually bringing attention to an alien girl to my left; the common, larger alien presence casually mentioned during some sort of open conversation with the whole class, which for some unremembered reason turns to the subject of the aliens being “everywhere” and relationships that people have with both them and with the culturally different. It turns out, however, that no one (except me) seems to remember the friendly relationship held with aliens for about a year or more. The alien looks human to everyone else and the rest of the people in the room have no belief or memory of the year-long experiences they had lived through recently.

It turns out that the aliens - who have no ballistic weapons of any kind (but had been accused of such) - had sorrowfully erased any memory of themselves from the minds of the majority of humans because of violence and myth-building towards them and their ways. What is interesting is that the aliens now are even more active - and in two “forms”. Either they are in human guise (both for protection and stealthily studying humans, which they had not done when visible to everyone - it was only after a growing conflict/misunderstanding on the part of the humans) or are completely invisible to the majority and go about with experiments and important activities relative to natural resources and natural resource testing. The ones who are invisible are the much taller ones. They do work related to engineering and the natural resource testing.

Near the middle section of my dream, I seem to be someone else, and I am with several other people at someone’s home (seemingly a larger second-floor apartment). I show a friend (Steve J, a male classmate from years ago) an alien “toy”. It is first shown as a large book-like object but with three or four three-dimensional rectangular computer screens that seem to be deeper (in visual orientation) than the “book” itself. Eventually, a few items emerge from out of the “book”/manufacturing device - via the “computer screens”, beginning as holographic patterns - then being physically created by some sort of laser “printing” into stacked layers of the eventual solid, completed form. One of the toys is like a white “moon buggy”, but with four legs instead of wheels (similar to the moon walkers that came free in Quisp cereal boxes years ago in the late 60s but much bigger), that moves forward and falls off the edge of the table after twice turning correctly at the corners. I tell a white lie to Steve claiming that it fell because I had not held the remote control towards it, but the truth was that its edge-and-surface-detecting software was malfunctioning. There are also a few robotic white dogs (one with no head) and some other toys that we watch for several minutes, all of them built by the book-like manufacturing device which was given to me (and certain others) by the aliens, and is also one of the few pieces of alien technology that all humans can see. This is why I use it to convince Steve and others that the aliens exist and are also friendly, even though, for the most part, they believe that the device could have been made by humans - at least to a point - until more complex “toys” are “built in mid-air” by laser printing, and then move about.

Eventually, there are medicinal pills available (the containers given only to the select few that can already see all the aliens and their constructs and for them to choose friends or trusted family to give to) that causes the person that takes one to be cured of their mind’s limitations and which prevents the mental “blocking” of the complex electromagnetic fields or some such, enabling them to see all the aliens and alien utilities (as well as their spacecrafts). There are also a group of about five men from the government (relating to some sort of security or science or both). They are in a jovial mood and do not seem a threat to either the aliens or people. They had not yet taken any of the pills at that point. They are all both sitting and standing near the northern end of a large building.

During the last section of my dream, I go to a small alien spacecraft (which looks a lot like an old-fashioned porcelain juicer) that is “parked” near some trees in a clearing to the north. There are a few wider grassy embankments. It is fairly close to the outskirts of an unknown town. The alien is so tall that I am only as tall as one of his legs. He is wearing vertically-striped gray and green coveralls. He has a deep gravelly voice but is very friendly and seemingly simple-minded. He is doing some sort of work with a rather large tree, the branches being cut off, then somehow restored in cycles, with some sort of complex machine being implemented. There is a very loud, rhythmic sound with very strange overtones. It almost sounds like some sort of giant (or greatly amplified) viola performance. I tell the alien about how mankind cut down too many trees (even in reference to the 1994 movie “Rapa Nui”) and the alien seems very puzzled, as if he does not understand that I mean cutting down a lot of trees can mean most trees in a larger area or region. He asks, “How could one man cut down too many trees in his garden?” as it does not make sense to him that a man (or men) can use a larger amount of human resources in their own business or endeavors. The idea of one man being allowed to own more than only a small area of land seems insane to him and beyond his ability to picture - especially relating to human population and needs - I guess he is not one of the aliens that had been studying humans more, but just a worker. He is then going into a procedure that is somehow causing the tree to become whole again for the final cycle. The sound of the machine becomes even more like a viola as I walk back to the south. The various parts of the tree as they are cut and then joined back as a whole, seems to be like an amazing exotic dance.

I walk back to the other men and notice that someone who is seated (seemingly the oldest of the government-based group) is swaying and pretending to play a small violin (“to accompany the viola” it seems) and is also nodding his head and smiling. It seems they had actually heard the noise later on, as Steve had taken my container and given them the medicinal tablets. They also had some glimpses of the spacecraft and one or two glimpses of the tall alien. I ask the men if they were worried now that they knew the truth. The oldest says (quite vividly and fairly loudly but in a very friendly manner), “Oh, I don’t know, he had a very nice voice”.

Curiously, in the majority of my dreams (but certainly not all) aliens are usually friendly and often even passive, even when rather unusual-looking, while humans are often the “bad guys” so to speak.

Ed's downtime i think...although I skipped coffee during the mid-way wakeup just to see what would happen, so we'll see what tomorrow brings if I have a coffee.

6.00 AM Grabbed a dreamlet, tagged it and went back to sleep

7.20 Grabbed a dreamlet, tagged it...and immediately forgot the other tag. That's the 2nd time I've done that...there's NO substitute for writing, at least the tags down immediately. This dream involved an run-down outhouse running alive with insects, rats and three very strange looking sheep.

I tidied my shed yesterday but Ed, as usual, over-egged the pudding by a factor of at least a 1000% If he ever became a film-director he'd be no David Lean...more Ed Wood (hey! how appropriate is that?)

Literally nothing, stupid chirping crickets distracted me from sleep

Dream 1

I'm in a little flat, my dad's house. My uncle and cousin are visiting. My uncle J was unable to bring food, so my dad bought food for dinner (tacos?). Later that same day, not too long after we'd last eaten, J brings in a box of pizza that he'd bought. He seems proud of it, as if it was an accomplishment.

Whenever they first came in I am oddly embarrassed and can't look my cousin straight in the eye, and vice versa. We talk while focusing on something on the table, and making offhand comments.

Anyways, J had brought in the pizza, but I was already full from the previous meal. I ate two or three pieces and started feeling guilty because it wasn't too healthy, and the pizza wasn't even that good. It had no taste. But I thought, what the hell, and grabbed another slice. Then I dumbly made a comment about how the pizza wasn't as good as the previous meal, or something that implied that. Uncle Jeff hesitated, looking upset, and I backtracked as fast as possible, feeling like a retard.

Lucid Dream 2

I'm sitting on a chair in a baby blue room. Something happens that I find suspicious, and I think, "This is something that would happen in a dream." I see myself in third person as I do a nose RC, which easily turns up positive. I immediately stand up and start to fly, outside.

Unfortunately I don't remember most of what happened. I flew along the road, heading south from my dad's house. I started to imagine scary things, just after I dropped something I'd been carrying, maybe a bandanna. I looked behind me as I flew and thought, "Wow, that'd be terrifying if that tree came alive and ate that bandanna". The tree's roots reached forward and grabbed it, twisting around. I saw a black, pumpkin-face in the bark. This really terrified me. I started shaking and was really scared, and my fight-or-flight instincts were activated. I was just about to bolt and probably cause something to start chasing me. Fortunately, a voice in my head told me to calm down and fly quickly.

I remember searching for a partner, and smirking at someone as I quickly took off my pants. I was pleased that I could actually feel my pants, tight around the waist, and actually had to shimmy out of them. In most dreams everything happens in a blur; I want my pants to be off and they're off. Or more often than not, I don't even register that I had pants on in the first place. I want to fly and I'm instantly in the air, not even getting the pleasure of starting to run and then taking off. Everything happens too fast. But in this dream I was wearing my old pair of skinny jeans, the pale gray ones. I kept on trying to speed up my flying but it didn't work.

I remember flying without any care, but also being slightly worried about a dark creature approaching me. To curb my fear I held out my hand and imagined a pokeball. It appeared, and I grabbed it out of the sky. I used it to capture this gigantic, hulking, furry creature with a snout. It seemed to be some sort of real-life Tepig (minus the real-life). I threw the ball, and the creature disappeared in a flash of white light into the open pokeball, which then quietly closed. I threw the pokeball again and the creature appeared in front of me, except I wasn't afraid of it anymore and it seemed to protect me. It made me feel safe. It ran behind me on all fours, snorting and bucking its head. It had these huge tusks and a wet, pink nose.

I realized that the Tepig had been missing for a while, probably because it had been behind me and I'd forgotten about it. I told myself that I'd let it run in front of me now so that I wouldn't forget about it. I held my hand out and imagined the shape of a pokeball, again. It appeared, faintly. I 'pulled' it into life, and it popped into 3D. I grabbed it and threw it, and Tepig popped out.

A witch trapped me and kept me tied under something. Every time I tried to escape my heel got rubbed raw. I finally did succeed in escaping, but my achilles tendon felt so weak that I had to limp and felt as tho it was broken and bleeding. It really did feel rubbed raw. This all occurred sometime after a popular girl's birthday party.

I remember being inside a trailer and pausing for a moment. I look over and see cake piled on a white plate. I feel disdainful for a moment, but then think why not and pick one up. Something made me think that it wasn't going to taste good, I think that the edge was burned or the plate was grimy. The cakes themselves were good looking, with pale rainbow colored M&N's. I tried it, and couldn't taste it. It was as if my taste buds were miles away, it was really weird.

I tried to find a city full of people to play in, but didn't succeed. I did manage to conjure a few shops and around fifty people, tho.

I was flying with someone and remembered when I'd flown into a green lightning storm, but wasn't too scared. It's seems to always be too dark in my dreams. Always a dark, cloudy sky.

I see signs along a road and read them as I soar along, while thinking of my first real lucid dream. The letters are strange, they seem to be shapes similar to hieroglyphics. Anybody know why I can't feel or taste things in dreams?

10th August, 2013

I am in a very dark hotel room that looks like a tornado burst through and scattered objects everywhere. I don't remember anything before that, and then two girls introduce themselves as Morgan and Georgia (but for some reason I keep calling her Samantha). They explain what has happened to the world, and show me through a broken window with barricades on it.

I see alien ships firing red lasers at a near-destroyed city and fire burns everywhere. I am so shocked that I suddenly say something about there not being any more chocolate. We sit down and talk for a bit (Georgia kept getting irritated when I called her Samantha a few times). Then we notice a light on underneath the door.

We open the door and across from us is another door with bright lights on. I tell Morgan and Samantha (Georgia!) to be careful and then we burst through the door. Inside was my brother playing cards with two of his friends, not caring about the invasion outside. I wonder why my brother is there, and I think it's a bit strange so I do a nose-plug reality check. It works, but I keep doing it five more times just to be sure.

The dreamscape changes and I am back in my bed, but I know I am dreaming. I do the nose-plug reality check again, then I jump out of bed and spin around on the spot repeating, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!"

I'm excited so I run outside and down the driveway. I want to fly so I try jumping up into the air, but I fall down and crash into a weak table. I am slightly frustrated so I conjure a flying object, which so happened to be a flying motorcycle. (I've been reading too much Harry Potter, ha ha.) I drive off into the air, and after about ten seconds flying, I lose lucidity. At some point the motorcycle morphs into a flying horse before the dream ends.

Game show about a group of people all hooked up to a machine that must work together. Lots of celebrities taking place - I was very excited about it all.

Another entry from my WORD (.doc) dream journal:

[B]Monday, 18. April 2011: "Sunlight" (LUCID)
Type: WILD/WBTB[/B]

After about 4 hours of sleep, I get up, and go back to bed a couple of minutes later. I get sleep paralysis, then get a little uncomfortable and will myself out of it by trying to move my head as hard as possible. That always works for me. After that, I get it again, then I get the illusion that my head starts shaking and banging against the pillow. I also feel slight pressure in my entire body. I keep saying to myself that I will have a lucid dream. The next thing I know, I am in a dream, laying in my bed in the same position I fell asleep in. Everything looks the same. I get up, and start walking a bit around the room, reminding myself outloud that it is a dream. I start paying attention to the details, particularly the light switch on the wall. A few seconds later the environment begins to fade. I try to relax and rub my hands against one another, and the dream stabilizes a bit. I walk into the living room, and the door is open, I see the sunlight outside, and it is also shining onto the floor.

However, looking at the sunlight destabilizes the dream and it begins to fade even more. I go back into the bedroom, which is darker, and the clarity improves. I focus, remind myself once more that I am in a dream, and then walk again into the living room. The sun once again causes the dream to begin breaking up so to speak, and losing clarity very much. Now I decide I will start spinning in order to stabilize it. So, in the living room, I spread my hands out, and start to spin and spin, expecting and hoping that the environment will stabilize. However, it continues to fade, and eventually... I don't know what happened after that. I did not wake up. It seems there was some kind of pause after that, if that's possible. Some kind of non-dream period? After that I only vaguely remember a non-Lucid dream.

I was walking barefoot on a hard dirt path, it was old and had grass growing on it and stones embedded in the dirt. In the distance was an old house, and a brown barn or shed further out. I was listening to my iPod, "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" was playing, and I thought it was going to take me a long time to walk down the path to that house even though it wasn't very far. I think I met someone along the path, but I don't remember details.

When I was sitting in the house, either the house from earlier or this was a separate dream, Cory came home, except there were two of him. He was all happy and talking to his clone, and he told me he was going to go running and then play tennis with his clone. I was super jealous because I wanted to go. I remember having some sort of notebook I was writing in, and at some point I was watching Doctor Who with Cory and we were talking about the Master and I was writing stuff about the show in the notebook.

Just after a college lecture on the second floor, I raced to the elevator for the ground floor because I was upset over something. I knew the rest of the people were headed towards the elevator as well, but they were still around the corner so I went in and closed the doors early, knowing they wouldn't know I did it. Then the doors reopened and people came inside, and I was confused because I thought it would take me to the ground floor before it opened back up again. Then, when the elevator opened again, all the people got out and I realized I had actually traveled to the ground floor, picked up those people, and then let them out back on the second floor. So then the people from the lecture I tried to avoid got on the elevator with me that time. At some point the elevator got really big and it was metallic and shiny, and there was a box near the wall. Martin Freeman was there by the box as Watson from Sherlock, and I was all excited and shy but I talked to him anyway. I think then he either disappeared into the box, or left the elevator.

I was at some kind of outdoor metaphysical bazaar where people had big areas set up selling things. It was the last day of the bazaar and it was about to close, and I found this really cool merchant with lots of things. On the table were small figurines near the end, and nearest to me were these weird bricks of incense that were carved to represent their smell. I saw one that had "Marzipan" carved on it in raised letters, but when I tried to smell it the lady who owned the booth said I didn't want that one because it had a bad smell. There were so many I couldn't decide, but she was already packing up her stuff and wound up packing them away as I looked at them. I walked further to the back and saw a high up shelf with some big statues on it. One of them looked like Yinepu as a human form with a jackal head, but when I took it off the shelf I noticed it had a mouse head. It was weird because I couldn't think of any Egyptian gods with a mouse head. There was another big statue on the shelf that was shiny and all white and ceramic, but I can't remember what it was a statue of. I think I looked at the bottom and saw it was $70. When I turned around and looked back to the table, everything had been packed away except for three Yinepu figurines, and they were actually Yinepu and not a mouse head. I thought I should buy them since they were all alone on the table and it must be fate, but then she packed them away too. After everything was packed, a young woman my age came out and started taking apart the booth and making the ground look like nobody had ever been there. We started talking and she was annoyed because her partner hadn't shown up to help her fix the field the bazaar was in and it would take a few days. She mentioned they were still taking volunteers, so I said I would help the next time they were bringing new volunteers in. She showed me a few tricks, like how to mold the field to make it normal again. I remember seeing her bunching up dirt to make a path from one merchant to the next, and then scattering the dirt to make the field just grass again. When I got home I went to the website to sign up, and there were lots of warnings saying only to do it if you were in shape and could handle 100+ degree weather, which made me nervous but I signed up anyway.

8-10-2013 (Dream from last night. I got up to write this down at 2:30 a.m.)

I woke up after having only been asleep for a couple of hours and remembered my dream. I had to really fight to remember it, but I was able to.

So it was just barely dark outside. We were in some area where there were bleachers, so it may have been a sports arena type place. I’m not exactly sure, but that’s what it looked like. My husband had a bag of weed and a pipe. He asked me to load the bowl and give everybody on the bleachers a hit. They all started cheering and clapping. Whooping and hollering. They were all pot smokers and were happy. So I loaded the bowl and walked over to the bleachers across from us. There were guys and girls there, and I handed the pipe to the guy on the end. He handed it back to me and said here, you take the first hit girl. My hands were full, so he took the stuff I was holding, and I took a really big hit. I remember thinking…I don’t really want to get stoned. I don’t like how it feels anymore. But I took the hit anyway. Then I gave it back to him and he took a hit as well. He passed it on to the person next to him.

Across from where we were standing, there was another set of bleachers. My husband went over there and sat down to talk to the people there and smoke some weed with them. I think there was a girl he was chatting up too. I remember feeling really uncomfortable talking to the people on my side, but I sat down next to one of the girls. She handed me the pipe and I was going to reload it for her. She said, I was pointing the pipe at your head, for you to smoke; not reload. Anyway so I get ready to leave and go to grab what’s left of the weed. But instead, the bag that I see is full of crack and it’s just lying there on the bleachers. I grab it and comment that this is certainly not weed and that it doesn’t belong to me. I give it to the girl, commenting that it must be hers.

Next thing I know, husband and I are standing away from the bleachers. There are three security guards standing next to us. Its winter, snow is on the ground and it’s icy out. All of the sudden husband takes off running. I can’t keep up with him and it’s hard to see because it’s dark outside. I run behind him and on the left hand side of the street there’s a shed that he went into and locked the door. I can’t get in so I jump up on the side of it. There’s a little opening like a little slit where I put my fingers in to pull myself up. Instead of pulling myself up, though, most of the wall comes crashing down around me.

8-10-2013 (Dream at nap time):

Today I experienced whooshing sound that only lasted a few seconds each time. Then I would notice it and wake myself up too much for it to continue. I need to set my intention to not do that; to relax through it.

This dream was either really fragmented or that’s just how I remember it. Dad and I were sitting on the side of a hill that was covered in dirt. I was a little bit higher up then he was, and I had the perfect spot. It was an indented area that fit around me like a comfortable chair. As dad and I were talking, I was pushing dirt down the hill with my feet, making a landslide of sorts. The hill wasn’t really all that big or high up, and at the bottom was my house. The big hole in front of the living room had a bunch of muddy water inside it. I get the feeling that dad and I were taking a rest from doing some work around the property. Mom and my brother were in the dream as well.

So dad starts talking to me about how when we were kids we cost him a lot of money. He said that I had changed, but my brother was still costing him money to this day, because he owed him thousands of dollars and would not pay him back. I was very uncomfortable with the conversation so tried to change it to something else. Mom heard what he said from the bottom of the hill and was visibly upset. Dad said to me, look at mom. She’s mad at me now, and he put his head on my shoulders as if he were really sad. I pet his head like a mother would a child and told him that it would be okay.

Mom was working around the property and said that she was feeling a little bad; that she needed to get her blood sugar up because she hadn’t eaten anything. I tried to get her to eat something but she refused. We walked into the house and through the kitchen. There was a half-eaten cake on the table, and I said, Hey! This is perfect and it’ll raise your blood sugar. Won’t you have a slice of cake before you do anymore work? I don’t remember if she at the cake or not.

While mom and I were on our way outside, dad was on his way inside. We met up on the front porch and my brother was there too. He started to sing a garth brooks song. Dad made fun of him, teasing him by telling him not to quit his day job. I asked my brother if he still liked Garth brooks and he said he liked some of his music still and listed a few of his favorite songs. As my brother was walking away, I was following him when I saw a kangaroo with a baby across the yard. I decided to get a little closer to get a better look. The mom kangaroo got mad and chased me all the way to our green car. I ran for my life and jumped inside, hiding from her so she wouldn’t stomp or punch me. Shortly thereafter I remember hearing my brother tell mom and dad that I was in the car hiding from a kangaroo. Dad told me that it was safe to come out; she was gone. I didn’t dare come out though, because I didn’t believe that she was really gone.

Later on dad and I were back up on the side of the hill. He asked me, “Did you see what’s inside that hole down there?” I said no so he pointed to the hole and told me to look. I did and I noticed the muddy water was bubbling like it was boiling. He told me to keep watching, so I did. Soon a toy (looked like a giant remote control) car appeared in the hole. It was a black and white Volkswagen and was working the mud. As it was doing this, the mud was slowly disappearing from the hole. I thought that was pretty cool and dad seemed impressed as well.

August 9, 2013 (Dream at Bedtime)

I was in the car driving to some remote location with my brother. I didn’t know where we were going, but once we got there I was shocked to discover that my brother owned a resort that he had not told me about. It was a huge, beautiful place. Once inside we had a bottle of campaign and he asked me if I would mind making a card for his x-wife to show her where he was and invite her to join him there. I said that I would and ended up making this really unique card with a map on the front.

The other thing I remember about my dream involves a person I haven’t seen or heard from in over 15 years. He was in pain and was looking under the medicine cabinet for some pills that he kept under there. He told me that they had been under there for years because he really doesn’t like the way they make him feel. He said he has to be desperate to ever take any and this was only the second time that he had done so. That’s was it, he took a couple of his pills and I woke up.

False awakening:

In my dream I woke up to tell my son about the dream I was having. I walked into our kitchen and he was sitting at the table. I began to explain my dream when it dawned on me that it was nighttime. I thought to myself: “Wow, its night and my son is actually in bed asleep. Come to think of it, so I am. I must be dreaming!” I got so excited that I woke up as soon as I realized I was dreaming.

August 7, 2013
(Dream I had after going to bed last night—I wrote this down and 3:33 in the morning in my dream journal).

I’m sitting on a bus with other people. Standing sorta to the side of mom, I’m holding her hair back to look at her eyebrows. They’re really odd shaped and bushy. While I’m looking at her, it dawns on me that she looks like Jon BonJovi. Just as I’m thinking that, a girl from across the aisle on the bus says to us, wow your mother looks a lot like BonJovi. We laugh a little bit (mom is laughing too). I don’t have the sense that we’re making fun of her or that she is upset at all. She really does look like him.

After that Michael Jackson walks over to me and takes my hand in his. He asks me if I would come with him. I’m thinking to myself, I knew you were alive! I let him lead me to the front of the bus where he starts singing to me. I don’t remember the lyrics of the song, but I remember thinking how beautiful it was. I do remember the beat and the music though. So he’s singing this song to me and I’m totally star-struck and amazed. I look up at him and behind him I see this hugs screen and realize that we’re on it. I worry that everybody will now realize that he’s alive!

Now I’m on the farm at mom and dad’s house. Only it doesn’t look the same as their real house and farm. But it’s their place in my dream. So it’s raining really hard. I mean it’s pouring down rain outside. We’re all inside (mom, me, my son, and Dad). All of a sudden the ceiling starts leaking water in one corner. The small leak becomes a major leak and a stream of water is pouring into the corner of the house. I’m sitting on the couch, not aware of anybody else in the room. Seems I was alone at that moment. Next thing I know, that one leak turns into probably hundreds. All over the place water is streaming in. I don’t recall feeling or getting wet though. Anyway, dad comes into the living room with a canister with a pump on it. He starts spraying around the lights on the ceiling in the living room. I assume he’s spraying to protect the electric stuff since so much water is pouring in. I don’t question him I just observe him doing it. All of a sudden these three very large spider looking bugs drop from the ceiling onto the couch. You know what, actually I saw them come out from the ceiling where my dad was spraying and crawl across the ceiling before falling onto the couch next to me. I jump up and scream at the same time. I run to the center of the living room and when I look down at the floor there’s a bunch of those same bugs, all headed my way. I scream and run to the bedroom. I think it’s my son’s room. When I get in there, there’s a long line of bugs walking towards an Oreo bag. I Scream and run to the bathroom. My son comes in and hugs me, telling me that everything will be okay. When I look at him, I notice our reflection in the mirror behind him. I’m still really freaked out!

Next thing I know, I’m outside and it’s really sunny and pretty out. Mom and dad are at a picnic table or maybe just a bench. I’m not sure. I walk over to them and say wow; I guess the bugs were just trying to stay out of the rain. Mom gets really irritated (with dad). She looks at him and says no, that’s not what it is; because I’ve lived in other homes where that didn’t happen when it rains. Then she asks dad if he would go to the store now and get the supplies to fix the leaks in the ceiling. She is clearly angry at him for not fixing the leaks sooner. He leaves to go to the store.

Now I’m in the house again, with mom and dad...and I think my son. We’re eating dinner and for some reason I was calling mom Steve Tyler. She asks why I keep calling her that and I explain that he’s the lead singer of Aerosmith. There was some kind of joke going on about that, because mom and everybody (including me) laugh. We’re having a great time joking around.

Now this is a strange thing that happened: The only reason I woke up is because I heard (very clearly) my name being called. It was only one time and it seemed as though it was coming from the doorway to the bedroom. This didn’t seem like part of my dream, but maybe it was. I thought it seemed very strange though and it woke me up!

August 7, 2013
(Dream I remember from last night—after waking at 3:20 a.m. to write down earlier dream and returning to sleep until 8:00).

My son is little; maybe two or three years old. He cries and cries grabbing his ear so I assume he has an ear infection. I take him to the doctor several times. Every time the doctor tells me that nothing is wrong with him. There’s no infection. I’m frustrated and I start to get angry. I tell the doctor that SOMETHING is wrong or he wouldn’t be crying and grabbing his ear all the time. What am I supposed to do? He’s in pain. I get home and my son is on the floor. A friend comes over and sees that he’s in pain. I tell her what has been going on and what the doctor says. She says to me, hang on a second, watch this. She walks over to him and uses a flashlight and some instrument to look into his ear. She pulls out this very long, skinny, odd-shaped branch from his ear! After that he stops crying and he’s no longer in any kind of pain.

Very fragmented recall of a lengthy dream.

There was some story about some factions that were fighting over territory, for survival. There were some discussions going on at various points, there were some bases, fortresses, ruins and some tall building with an elevator. Then some factions were sending spies to mess up things for other factions. And there also was some other faction that was actually trying to prevent battles. And then there was something going on in some snowy city ruins. Then some prince arrived and was talking to somebody.
Later story continued about a group of anthro drakes, who were talking at the edge of some forest about evolution, their leader went to search for something and found a rainbow pool that gave some superior abilities, which included ability to shapeshift. He shapeshifted into one of magical beings that were near the pool and talked them into helping his group.