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Its been at least a month since I last logged in. I've been busy taking care of my husband Adam. Its been 3 months since his stroke, and he is healing in every way! Starting from the spirit and working down to his toes!!

9 days ago Adam was baptized right here in the campground where we live, just outside our door. it was 2 days after that, that I had the dream I will remember til my last breath.

I was driving my car, me and Adam were going to the bank. I parked outside our bank and we both got out. Outside the entrance to the bank were 4 street musicians, each playing an instrument (I think 2 were stringed, 2 were flutes). They looked well dressed and normal, like you would see performing on a street corner,except these men all had red skin. Adam ignored them and walked straight into the bank (he would never in real life ignore a musician, because he is one). But it was like he didn't even register that they were there. I walked up to them, stood close to them. Up close I could see that their red skin was covered in rolls of wrinkles, boils, and blisters. I knew what they were, but I wasn't afraid. The one closest to me leaned forward, still playing the stringed instrument he was holding, and began to speak to me. Deafness washed over me. I didn't hear the music or what it said to me. This was a band of demons, expelled out of Adam when he was baptised. I calmly but firmly said "Get back - Jesus has him."

Instantly it was pushed back from me, and I was 30+ feet from the entrance of the bank with an angel on each side of me. I was surrounded by their light and I could hear the lights warmth (I know that sounds weird, hearing warmth, but I cant describe it any other way). I wanted to be with Adam,so I was instantly in the bank. No walking required. The inside was simply a white room. People were walking around, some with their head down, some talking to their self, others interacting. Very few were talking to other people. Some people were in line, some were at the front of the line. I found Adam in line and joined him,and from there, he wrapped his arm around me and we talked about what we needed to do while we were in town.

The white room I think, represented people who love God. Some of them were quiet and not talking to others, instead keeping counsel with their own self, refusing to let go of the self....walking head down,ashamed to be known for their love for God. Others in line were waiting for direction, listening and following in obedience, living in tune with God, they knew their old self was dead. It was sad to see how many Christians were wandering with their head down, hiding, hoping not to be seen.

This was the most powerful dream I've ever had. It was lucid, and at the same time simple and clear. I'll never forget coming face to face with the demon that once inhabited my husband. it wanted him back....it spoke to me because Adam wouldn't acknowledge it - which is because Adam COULDN'T see it after he was baptized. I know when the deafness washed over me,it was pleading with me -- so it could get Adam to make him fall, make him doubt....

WE'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, SATAN.... YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM OR ME ANYMORE!!!! God's building Adam up from scratch since his stroke, and building me up as well - and what ever comes of it will be for Gods glory,so BACK UP!!!!!

05-21-2013 -- [As always, earlier bits MIA.] Playing some kind of computer game, might be Runescape, though very little matches up. There is something that recharges a talent or skill or such (like a prayer alter, or a summoning obelisk) and in some way I can keep track of exactly one person who uses the obelisk, knowing what else they are doing while they are online. The problem is, I'm not interested in following anybody who is currently online. But finally I see somebody it might be fun to keep track of. I think it might be Skilledman, but if it is, he is using a different character name at the moment, with many more Ss.

I am just about to follow him (think of it like sending the thoughts of a VIP in Roller Coaster Tycoon to the screen, so you know what he is thinking of your park) when my mom shows up. She got a membership to the game long ago, but she never got very far, but she has finally decided she wants to learn this part of the game, and asks for my help. So I follow her, instead.

She wants to get fully involved, but one part of the game involves folding up little model boats (five or six inches long) made out of cardboard that you kind of poke free from the pre-cut spots on the piece of cardboard they gave you when you joined. Since that was several years ago, mom admits she long ago threw out the sheet of cardboard, so we have to go looking around the world, trying to find a couple of sheets that somebody else has thrown out.

So mom is out searching one area, and I seem to be searching near a beach, along with a cute girl who is following my orders. I send her onto the beach to look for some of the boat cardboard, and she comes back and says she didn't find any. I am almost sure I saw some there, so go down to the beach, myself. Unfortunately, there is no small cardboard for mom, but I do come across a guy who has made a life-size boat (around the size of a small power boat, but more like a rowboat) made entirely of cardboard. When I ask him about it, he explains he belongs to a group that makes these, and he has sailed it all the way up from Miami. I'm wondering how the thing didn't disintegrate in the water. He invites me to join them the next time they go sailing, but I think it is not likely.

Meanwhile, we do manage to find one of the right pieces of cardboard for mom, and we are heading back to the meeting place in the desert. We rejoin a group that seems to be mostly women (I think I am the only guy here), and we have this sort of wagon train of several large barge-like vehicles that float in the air, and we use them to cross the desert. At least one of them is a large barge filled with our water supply. I am new to this group, and I soon discover they are being ordered about by a rather mean alien fellow that looks kind of like Trakis from Babylon 5.

He pushes around the girls, gives them orders, tells them what to do, and is probably using them to do illegal stuff. When he starts to choke one of the girls, I attack him, and am soon choking him while holding him up against a wall. We're very evenly matched, and neither of us can beat the other, but I am able to stop him from attacking the ladies. Instead, he gives us our latest orders, supposedly from the government, and sends us into the desert to steal something, and also gives us a new module to replace an old one that is supposed to let the FBI keep track of where we are and what we are doing.

He leaves, and I explain to the ladies that I believe him. I think the new module will help the FBI keep an eye on us. Unfortunately, I think he has been using them to steal stuff for him, and is now framing them, so the FBI will come after us, as he goes and finds a new crew to steal for him. I say we have to destroy this new module so we can't be tracked, and we do a little reading, and discover the thing would have to be submerged in water to destroy it. One of the girls goes slightly crazy, and tears a hole in the side of the water barge, and water starts spilling out as she pushes the new module into the interior. I'm thinking there had to be a better way to do that!

Meanwhile, we're scrambling to get the caravan moving across the desert, when I quickly find myself facing Trakis again, but things are shifting a little bit. I am the 10th Doctor, and one of the attractive ladies is my companion, and Trakis is being chased by what seems to be another attractive lady. He is a minor villain, but really fairly harmless, but you can't say the same for the alien that is chasing him. I urge them both into the TARDIS while I face this thing, and it is trying to spit some green slime on me. I'm not sure if this green slime will take me over, or just burn me, but either way it is bad news, and therefore I am a little nervous that, while I dodged the mass she spit at me, I did seem to get splattered with a few drops. I'm soon running again, trying to stay away from it.

I am not sure, but the thing attacking me at the end might be the monster I faced with the Doctor (as opposed to as the Doctor) in this dream last November.

Part 1: The Basement Club Kids
The dream started with me trying to go to school (IRL I'm taking the rest of the school year off for my surgery recovery), but I didn't want to so instead I bailed out. Instead I went to this place in a basement or warehouse. There, there were a ton of clubs. Like "Singing Club", not nightclubs. I joined Singing Club and this girl gave me shit for it so I gave a snappy comeback and was known as "the witty one" and made tons of friends.

Later on, I also went to an Elementary School for no reason. Afterwards, me and one of my friends from the basement went to a grocery store to wreck the store. Some lady got pissed at us and kicked us out. After that, an opportunity came up for the club members. We could go to Kalahari (it's a water park in waking life). All we had to do was give our "ticket" to the lady without the water "blocking" it (getting on it), if that happened we couldn't go.

This was extremely difficult for some reason, we all had to find containers to put the ticket in. I freaked out because I thought I wasn't able to go, but eventually I got an adequate container. Once I got the ticket-station, the lady took my ticket and told me I had a large forehead.

I went in with an acquaintance I know in waking life. We got into "Kalahari" and it turned out to be a few darkened and really creepy looking rooms, but with run-down gymnastic equipment and puddles (of water) all around it.

We left disappointed and found out we really in a foreign country, and they didn't have as good water parks as home.

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Part 2: The Foreign Family

I suddenly found myself in a penthouse house with family I apparently knew. My mom and my cats were there also. This family was large: there was the dad and mom, and then like 10 kids (don't remember the exact number). They were showing me their way of life (they dressed in designer clothes and had American accents, but were foreign). They lived in a huge penthouse with windows all around. It was very high in the air and I could see the skyline perfectly.

The skyline was beautiful, it was the biggest city I've ever seen. It dwarfed Waking Life cities like New York, London, and even Tokyo. Once I looked at the skyline, a bomb flew and exploded on the table. These were more like grenades, and they didn't kill anybody yet.

The "people" throwing these grenades were super futuristic robot-type things. They were shaped like barrels and were white. More and more of these things started swarming and throwing explosives in and I remember praying to live.

The family was completely chill, they explained how this happened all the time and there was no big deal. They also had holes to stick your head down. Once the robots finally left, the family explained how this will probably happen again and that we should prepare now. There was going to be an aircraft coming to get us and others to protect us from the robots.

I got my cats and got them on first. I remember I wasn't scared for my life anymore, but my cats. After that the rest of us got on. It was also very futuristic and the size of a large ship. Suddenly, it started. First, the robots came and tried to throw explosives, but it didn't work as the aircraft had windows that could not be shattered.

Then, the enemy aircraft came. It looked like ours, but dwarfed the size of ours. It was huge. It flew over us and I remember every saying something along the lines of "Holy shit, that's huge!". Another aircraft came, but it was much smaller and looked like a bunch of amusement park seats attached together, with kids my age (13 or so) in them.

An adult came out. She was ginger and middle aged. She began calling names of kids on our aircraft. They had to replace some of the kids on the other one, in the seats. Everybody went without hesitation, they were going to a camp or school-type thing which was supposed to be really special and cool. After she called all of the names, she explained that the rest of us better start caring about how we appear to others.

She looked at me and pointed "If you're trying to show the rest of them that not caring about what others think about you is easy [referring to my behavior in the basement], you have another thing coming to ya."

Last night was crazy as far as dreams go. Thanks to my alarm clock, I woke up and was actually able to remember several dreams, even if only vaguely. The first was the most vivid and least hazy.

1) I started talking to an very good friend I used to know from the old days, Jordan. Back when I knew him he was shy and dorky, but now he had turned into a masochistic, vandalistic, goth, thug. At first we were only talking on skype, but after he described to me how he had met these guys in college, I was actually with him and his friends. They would ride around in these weird vehicles and smash into each other intentionally, all dressed up like vampires. They would intentionally do things to injure the other quite severely and go around smashing random stuff. My buddy Jordan looked pretty happy, but very tired and wrung out. He kept trying to impress me with how great and fun it all was to do, and I just wanted to get the hell out of there.


2) I was a pokemon trainer (my brain seems to be on a HUGE pokemon jag lately. can't quite figure it out.) and I was trying to defeat LT. surge so I could get the final gym badge. I had originally skipped him and defeated the gym leaders after him so I was coming back to him to finish things once and for all. In the dream I was actually there, but everything was in old-time gameboy color graphics, so it was really freaky. Instead of being in his normal gym LT. surge was on a fun-ship, like a fun house at a carnival. I kept trying to get to him but kept teleporting away and riding down this long fun slide. Finally I got up to him and we trashed talked each other before we started to have a Pokemon battle.... I lost again. I was incredibly mad and told him I was simply going to go battle the elite four without him. Then I stormed off.

3) This is where my dreams start to get hazy. I remember worrying about my little brother tyler in one dream because he is a social outcast, Thinking about going to high school in another, and meeting the president in the last one.

All in all it was a weird night for dreams, and they were very lacking in dialogue, which is weird for me as I usually talk with DCs the entire time I'm dreaming.

05-20-2013 -- [Hints of lots of stuff at the edge of my memory, which might be in the same dream, or from different ones in the night. Might have been bits with Harry Potter, Runescape, and/or Roller Coaster Tycoon.]

I find myself delivering a package to some place that seems to be a bit of a cross between a hotel or maybe an Orlando Paving plant. I make the delivery, then call in, but dispatch doesn't seem to have anything else for me. It seems to be kind of blending between a courier job, and hints of driving for Mears. I find myself considering exiting the parking lot through the proper exit, which would force me to turn east, where I would have to drive a little way to a place I could make a u-turn, while somebody leaving in a truck or a bus takes a side road they aren't supposed to, but it will allow them to head west immediately, and I am wondering which way will be faster.

But then I get a call from dispatch telling me to just wait patiently, and soon they'll have something else for me. I remind them that I've been doing this for a while, and I know it is all part of the job. I glance around the parking lot, and notice they seem to be almost setting up a flea market or something, and as I find myself near a stall of used books, I decide to go take a look.

I find myself carrying my worn paperback of Jordan's Eye of the World, and as I find myself glancing at several other Wheel of Time books on their shelves, I am hoping they won't think it is their book. I am glancing at the titles and see a few Dick Francis novels, a few Gordon Korman books, and several shelves of old Choose Your Own Adventure books, but I find I have no interest in that series, anymore, so I ignore them. I find a bunch of the really early Wodehouse novels, and then, oddly, a 3 Investigators book that I have never seen before, which seems to have the 3 Investigators solving a case at Blandings with Emsworth and Galahad and the rest. Very interesting.

One of the people who works at the shop is considering getting some of the Korman Macdonald Hall books, and I am putting in a good recommendation for them, then as I try and look at the lowest books on the bookcase I am looking at, I start to sink a couple of feet into the floor, which makes it much easier to look at the lower titles.

As I am looking at some of the books, the flea market is suddenly attacked by several dementors, and everybody starts screaming and panicking. But it seems a lot of the dementors are finding they aren't as effective as they might be. One dementor has grabbed a young child, and is trying to torture her, but she says the dementor is less painful and horrifying than the cancers she had been fighting, and she sacrifices herself to destroy the dementor.

[A friend of mine yesterday was explaining something called Live Like Bella, which is about a young girl who, as a baby, had a cancer, and the doctors said she was going to die. She had a miraculous healing. Since then, she has come down with two or three other kinds of cancers, and each time, the doctors say she is doomed, and then she receives another miraculous healing. Through it all, she has remained upbeat, and tried to live her life to the fullest. I expect being told about this brought about the above scene.]

Another dementor is coming right for me, but a kind of dopey (but very loyal) friend of mine throws himself in the way, and in some way through his sacrifice, manages to half take over the dementor, before they both explode. He seems like one of the Wodehouse male romantic interests, loyal, not too bright, a nice, ineffectual guy. But he sure managed to take out one of the dementors.

I find myself making the comment that these dementors must be from the movies, not the books, because they seem a lot weaker than the book dementors that can only be scared away by a Patronus. By this point, the vehicle I am driving is a cab, not my own car or a shuttle van, and I somehow kind of see the future, and realize I am just about to be attacked by another dementor, and instead open the trunk of my car just in time for the dementor to fly in, then I shut it again, trapping the thing!

05-19-2013 -- [Three or four dreams in one. Had a false awakening in this dream where I was recalling it as three separate dreams, before falling back into the dream for yet another part. Entire dream took place between 4:15 and 5:30 in the morning. All earlier dreams while sleeping very badly were rather fragmentary, but may have included Roller Coaster Tycoon.]

First part I can remember (and there may have been a little before this) was somehow driving around the Orlando area with Carl while trying to work on a story I had first started writing back in college, which involved wizards and magic, and lots of history and legend about the world where it is taking place. Oddly enough, though it is a fictional story, I seem to be working on it for possible publication in the Hornet Newspaper. There are twin sisters, witches, living in small, circular cabins somewhere on campus.

One of them officially opposes the evil wizard, while the other pretends to work with him, but in truth she opposes him, as well. The one who officially opposes him finds that her house has burnt down, and as I am looking at it, I can see the somewhat poor burnt house graphics that I was using in my attempt at creating a Realmz scenario, many years ago. Writing a story has turned into writing a RPG computer game.

I am thinking of bringing back Merlin to defeat the evil wizard, then set himself up as a good dictator, and it is now turning from a computer game into a comic book that I am trying to do, which is actually a very bad idea, since I can't draw worth beans! Soon I find myself half running and half biking through long corridors, of stairs and cabinets of china and the like, as dream things shift.

This is where the false awakening claims the first dream ended and the second dream began. The scene is slowly shifting, and I find myself running / biking on one of the major roads from Orlando to Kissimmee (OBT or Orange, I think) and it is very late, perhaps 1 or 2 am. As I am moving along, I find myself being chased by two guys on bikes. I soon find they are threatening me, and they are punks who mug people and steal their stuff.

As they start talking, I find they are French, and really, really stuck up. They think they are the toughest thugs in the world, and are now traveling the world to mug people in different countries to show just how bad they are ... but I find it halfway funny that they are mugging me with little, tiny pocket knives. Still, I'm no fighter, so I am trying to outrun them, and get to the nearby police station for help.

I am somehow riding under and jumping over things on my bike, which really shouldn't work, but I manage to stay ahead of them long enough to reach where I think the police station is, but it isn't there. Instead, I find myself facing a cross between a motorcycle gang and the A-Team. They are toughs, and in a van. They might have been trouble, if it weren't for the circumstances (or they might not), but when I explain about the French thugs chasing me, they decide they'll take care of them, and it turns out the French guys aren't nearly as tough as they think they are, so I turn around and start heading back to Orlando.

According to the false awakening, this is where the third dream began. I'm heading back toward Orlando, but I catch a glimps of a couple of bike riders in the distance, and am worried that it might be the French guys. I know they've been beaten up by the American guys, but also figure this could make them very mad at me, so I don't want to run into them.

I start to run, but slowly rise in the air. I manage to fly by running fast, and am soon running among the roof tops of 2 or 3 story buildings, and big industrial buildings, and thankfully, even if they try, nobody can manage to follow me, so I soon manage to put some distance between myself and the people following me. As I get better and better at this running through the air stuff, I start to think of myself as a sort of super hero, and am becoming more and more impressed with myself.

It is on one of these rooftops that I suddenly find myself "waking up" (though I am still on the rooftop), and I start to write down the three dreams I've had in my dream notebook. And I am very specific in writing them down as the three separate dreams, as I repeat them and try to get all the details down good and firm.

Then I kind of slip back into the dream, and find myself still between Orlando and Kissimmee, but back on the ground, and I start running through the air again to try and reach the rooftops. But now it is a lot more difficult, I can't do nearly as well (find myself almost to the height of a one story rooftop, but have to struggle and scramble to climb onto it), and now the people who are chasing after me seem to be able to run through the air as well as I can, so they are right behind me now. Thankfully, they are not the French guys, but a couple of fairly attractive ladies, though I wake before I find out if they are chasing me for pleasant reasons, or unpleasant.

I was at my DC friends house, there were some couples there discussing family stuff like taking care of kids. Not a very exciting dream, I just kinda stayed out of the way and observed. Then three of them left and this other guy showed up, and someone put on some music on the stereo. It was a song that I haven't heard before, at least not that I know of. The song sounded kind of like a trance song and the group singing sounded blended into a higher octave vocal range, falsetto of course. I went over to the stereo trying to turn up the volume, it went up a little, but not enough and I had the knob at max. I woke up not long after with the refrain still running in my head. It would be nice to know if it were a real song, it sounded really sweet. I tried already searching a little for it but with no success so far. Too bad I don't have more lyrics than the refrain, which is this:

Take me there and I will chose it
tell me where and I will lose it

Take me there and I will chose it
tell me where and I will use it

Take me there and I will chose it
tell me where....!(fades)

They vocals are kind of similar to these songs when they hit the high notes
Gary Wright - Dreamweaver Youtube Link
December, 1963 (Oh What A Night) - Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons Youtube Link

There is a trance song by this title, no vocals though
Lucas Moor - Take Me There YouTube Link

It is a school camping in the woods, my friend and I noticed an abandoned mall in the woods, we went in to explore. After that, a [COLOR=#b22222]deformed nurse with an ugly face[/COLOR] started to chase us and we kept running. I was lost in the mall and I can't find my friend. That moment I thought the nurse was gone but she reappeared again in a shop just beside me. She stared at me through the shop's window with a [COLOR=#b22222]horrible deformed face[/COLOR]. With fear, I ran to a small storage room and locked the door. The place was dark and humid, I woke up.

After some game-evening with my family i go outside and get saved by someone from something but i fell uncouncious during the prozess. I wake up on some grass plains on a chair. It was one of the dreams i knew i had before and i remembered that some kind of injection was involved last time so i decided to run away. I was chased for quite some time by my two "saviors" and i barely managed to get away from them because cars continued to block the way of my followers. I knew i couldnt get away from them forever so i went into a netherprotal(for thos of you who havent played minecraft its basicly a portal to another dimension). on the other side a complice of those guys awaited me and eventually catched me. I suppose they gave me the injection because i woke up in the normal world on top of some ruin. I the dream i wasnt in my body anymore but i knew the person representing me was now a P.E. teacher that was basicly immune to any damage especially fall damage letting my students do awesome tricks because i can always save them.

1st Dream(Non-Lucid):

I get out of a bus and take a look around. Wating at the bus station stands someone i immediately recognize but his name will just not come back to me. Anyways i knew that he was from a camp i attended a year ago. I approach him with: "Hey, i know you!!" but since i didnt recall his name i knew nothing i could talk about with him. We stood there in awkward silence til a second bus arrived and he got in.

I got moving again because by chance i was on my way to a camp simular to the one i have been to a year ago. When i arrived a couple of people were already there and i proceeded to tell them what i just expirienced. I then went to the bathroom ad at some point noticed that my front tooth was kind of loose. I pressed a little against it and in horror i felt how it crunched and i held a piece of my tooth in my hand. A look in the mirror showed me my bloodstained mouth and a part of the tooth that was still in there.
I ran out in panic searching for a dentist of some kind but after some time running through the building i remembered that this camp was located in a dentists office. So i went to the second floor and really found a dentist whom i explained what situation i was in. He told me to clean my mouth like they always do and what i spit into the sink apart from some water were more, smaller parts of some teeth that came loose.

2nd Dream(Lucid):

i was at a friends and it was getting late but i knew my parents were out so they couldnt complain. But suddenly i saw my house and my parents unlocking the front door. I was following them in a ghost like state up to my room and inside. At this point i declared this a dream and started to recall the tasks from the competition. First thing that came to my mind was moving through a solid object so i walked straight through the door to my room which my mother had closed. She said something to me what i dont remember but i continued to think of tasks. Since interacting with a DC was one of them i imagened there was one of my buddys at the door so i rushed down and opened the door. When i saw noone there the dream started to fade away but a second later someone called me from the side. A friend i had a long time ago stood there and i was a little bit disappointed i coudnt summon the guy i initially thought of. When i looked at the guy again a turtle was in his place. I didnt really care and said something along: "Lets be awesome" patted the turtle its back and started running. i was worried that the turtle might not keep ut but it was right next to me and said its fine. As i ran down the street in front of my house at some point the obvious came to my mind and i pinched my nose to perform a RC. Obviously it was a dream and i was able to breath. I contiued running and saw a pool in a garden. and as soon of element manipulation the pool started to freeze. I let it be and went into a small sideway. i decided to try eating something and imagened some bacon in my pocket. It took one or two seconds until i felt a soft package apart from my cell phone i tock the package out and found some bacon(raw but still). when i finished eating i eventually woke up.

Dream recall from today's nap, random recall drop, hmmm...

I was in some indoors area.

Monday 5/20/13

last night bed 11:30 - 7am

DR 4:30am I'm in the future in some kind of a office building made out of smallish offices. Dark wood furniture, 2 stories, indside courtyard.
Olivia Benson is sitting in the room with me. We are waiting for some agents. Somebody is holding an energy drink in tall pink container with green lettering that was approved by government.

DR 7am I'm just moving into a new house with some kids. Apparently, there was a guy murdered there and blood is still visible on the floor. 2 cleaning ladies in uniform are saying, who would wanna move here with kids, since kids can still see ghosts.

Surprisingly, I'm not scared at all. I may even see this guy either as a ghost or I see in the past, while he still lived there.

I took a two hour (maybe a bit less) nap just now. Early this morning I had pretty decent dreams, but I had to go to the grocery store before work so I didn't get a chance to write them down, so I forgot them. I find that JUST upon waking up, the shock of the real world is so overwhelming that it feels like I didn't have any dreams at all, which is disappointing. Later on, maybe fifteen minutes later or so, I'll remember a little bit better. But they only start to come together as my conscious mind pieces them together in a story. My awareness WHILE dreaming isn't very good yet, and the narratives don't seem apparent while I'm dreaming. *shrug* suppose it's just a matter of consistency.

So I was at Peet's again. This one was on a hill. (It's interesting that the stores in my dream are never the store here in Alameda.) I was bar closing, making drinks, having a fun time. Chatting with customers and whatnot. One customer comes in, I make his drink, and my boss (maybe Nahal) says that I should go back with him. As I'm getting more into the job, I learn more about the customers I suppose. His shop/store/whatever he does lies down the road. We walk down there, and he says "Normally, now is when we vape." As in, smoke weed, which I don't do, so this doesn't apply to me. He goes on to talk about how nice and big the store is, with high ceilings, and how it's easy to live in the space. This place transitions into something else, a different kind of store (super vague on the purpose here), which ends up being a sort of language school. THere's a man pointing at the board and speaking in spanish, but he keeps saying "Float! Float!" as in, float on to the next letter, or float on to the next part of the word, to his student. Apparently they teach foreign languages to CIA operatives for drug stings, or something of the sort. The guy I talked to, who brought me to his "store" front, starts going crazy. Randy is there. Music is playing in the background; this is the onset of divine inspiration. He begins to sing loudly to the soundtrack of the spanish tape, very intensely, even skipping up major thirds and octaves and harmonizing with it in different ways. I wonder if this is inappropriate, but Randy (the curator of such events, I guess) simply holds out his hands. We all join hands to support him. It's a very interesting experience. After this, I leave. There's a front gate (which I see now, as it's a more top-secret kind of operation), but a car hits the button to open/close it right before I get a chance to leave again. This closes the gate for me; I decide to jump over the side, over the fence. Someone shouts something out of the car. I guess it wasn't cool, and was violating the sanctity of the place, but after all I had to get back to work.

When I return, the first thing I see is beer. Interesting! There is a peet's meeting with all the higher-up executives. They're going through a demonstration on the effects of pot on the coffee selling process. Long story short: stoned people are good for business. I make my way to the front of the entryway to get a glimpse in---there's a circle of executives---and I follow suit and grab a beer. Mine fizzes all over the place, soaking one of the higher ups I know. "Thanks, Joe!" I joke with him. But it's ok. He blows into his shirt and puffs it up, drying it from the inside. "Like the movies---all you have to do is blow!" I relax out to the side, stretching out in the space. They speak of the intricate relationship between weed and coffee. Once someone went in to go for 20 cups of coffee; apparently the experience was like reaching a "new level of sobriety." Interesting. Apparently pot and coffee and antithetical, and for that reason they complement each other super nicely. I stretch out again and begin to fall asleep. I notice that another one of the employees has snuck a bottle of cheap vodka by my side, which I have kind of adopted. This might not be chill with the higher ups, but oh well. They laugh. Everybody laughs. I can't help but feeling like i'm the butt of the joke in some ways, but it's not something I mind particularly much.

Analysis: weird commentary on my life situation. I probably drink too much coffee. I'm at a very odd place in regards to my job, I guess, although I enjoy it most of the time. It's interesting to exist in this kind of in-between space with the customers, but it's not something that I want to become integrated into part of my personality. That's why I hate the nickname "Java Joe" SOOOO much. Feelings of skepticism towards certain things, and a strange type of acceptance in the workplace, paradoxically paired with a strange tension, a belief that says this isn't the "real" me.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #97: Just a Misunderstanding

I'm walking down a dark, endless hallway. All I can make out in this darkness is that the left side of the hall is set up with this endless series of art tables down its length. I'm moving slowly, afraid that I'll run into something unexpected.

A woman jumps out at me from the darkness, teeth bared, and a raised knife clenched in her fist. I jump back, terrified, and try to gather my wits to fight or run. The woman's demeanor suddenly softens and she throws the knife onto a nearby table where it lands with a clatter. I look at it, and the knife is even more frightening-looking than I'd thought at first -- it's the shape and size of a short sword!

She smiles at me, promising that "This is just a misunderstanding." She walks past me and I see that she's wearing very revealing lingerie. She looks amazing and as she brushes past, my hand grazes the skin of her torso. My feeble mind offers no resistance. I bet it was just a misunderstanding... She grips the fingers of my right hand in hers, leading me behind her down the hall.

I'm very excited about what's going to happen next. But something just doesn't feel right, and I suddenly remember that I'm married. As soon as I start thinking about Wife, I feel weak, rotten, and guilty following this scantily-clad stranger down a dark hall. I yank my fingers out of her grip, and she just keeps walking, disappearing into the darkness ahead. What the hell was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? And it hits me that this has to be a dream. I immediately feel grateful and relieved to have figured this out.

I'm someplace different now. Some kind of wood-panelled attic. It's dark and the picture looks a little grainy, almost like I'm viewing everything through night vision. There's a little toy fan on a railing nearby and I take it, turning it on. It's the kind with soft foam blades that are safe for kids. The fan blows a pleasant breeze in my face and I can will it to move faster or slower as I see fit. My hair starts blowing crazily around as I increase the wind speed.

I'm worried about overall stability in this scene, so I let the little foam fan blades buzz against my arm as they spin round and round. Then I run the little fan blades against the skin of my right cheek for a bit, surprised at how realistic this feels.

I play with the fan for a while as I hunt around the attic for some kind of interesting scenery or exit. There's a metal grating in the floor and a soft, white light is pouring out of it into the attic. The grating is slammed shut but I know that I can phase through it. I beging working up my will for a phase, thinking There's nothing there. Nothing at all. Before I can try the phase, though, the grating swings silently open. Well, that was easy.

I move toward the light, stepping into it and... wake up, seeing that the light and grating was really just my eyes seeing a light outside our hotel room filtering through the blinds.

I dream that I'm watching a very scary horror movie with my friends - the kind with one of those creepy little girls with black hair - she looks like she's crying then turns around and springs an attack at super speed in this foggy forest like the on from the slender games.

Later the same night I dream that I'm now in that same forest searching for my phone on a long, wide dirt road. It is night time and there is little to no visibility but I continue looking. I find it eventually and unlock it to try to figure out the time. It unlocked straight to the camera where there was a video taken of the little girl from earlier like I saw her in the movie except on my phone . I noticed that she was wearing a phantom of the opera mask that was partially red. Gripping my phone in my left hand I run back along the path not wanting to spend another moment in this empty, scary place. As I ran fog began to roll in so I broke out into a sprint. Usually a dream sign of mine is when I'm trying to run as fast as I can but can't because something holds me back, like I know I can run faster than I am but I don't accelerate after 'telling' my legs to move faster. - Most of the time this would tip me off to the fact that I'm dreaming but this time it didn't - I heard the voices of my friends calling out to me at the edge of the forest so I followed their voices and found out that they'd been searching for me. happy to see me and me them, we walked along a now lit path away from the wooded section of the forest. As we walked a black van playing the song 'Women' by wolfmother drove past us then I awoke.