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Every once in a while I have these dreams that upon remembering them seem like I should call it a nightmare but during the dream I react so calmly that it does not feel like a nightmare. It is almost as if I am numb. I had one of these last night and it sort of followed me through a handful of dreams throughout the night which caused me to wake up at many different times. All of these are only vague fragments but I did my best to remember them.

Initial dream:
I was at some sort of dull party at night. It started raining which made me very excited because I love rain so I went out onto the deck to stand in it. as I walked onto the grass a dark figure approached me from above and my mood instantly changed from joy to shock and anger.

Somewhere in the middle:
I was in a car with one of my friends and we were driving around trying to find this dark figure so that I could confront it.

Last dream:
I found myself in some sort of maze-like underworld. It was dark with a red glow and there were these menacing creatures that were the dark figure's minions. These minions seemed to ignore me or not see me. I was in this underworld trying to find the dark figure.

There were other shorter dreams in between all of these that were somehow affected by the presence of this dark figure. It made for a very restless night of sleep...

I am currently sick enough that I could not go to school today. As such, I woke up at roughly 6:40AM and fell asleep about an hour later.

I experienced three dreams, one before that particular time, and two after, one of which is a fragment.

Dream 1: I was in a restaurant, in a mall. There were a few of my friends there, though I barely remember whom. I stood up, and walked to another area in the mall, where I found someone entering some door, to an area that was apparently a photo booth. I saw a bright light from the crack in the door, and they walked out wearing something completely different, and also wearing sunglasses. In a relatively-dark mall.

Two of my friends went in there, at different times, and the same thing happened. When the door was open, I could see that there was some passage forward for about roughly two meters, and then it turned to the left.

I did not enter myself, and turned to the left, and after a bit of walking, I found another entrance to this area. At this point, the walls of the immediate area had changed to resemble the stone brick block from Minecraft.

I had apparently made it my job to figure out what was going on. I had someone as an assistant, though I don't think they were anyone I knew personally IRL. I opened this other door, and stepped in, and found some pressure plate. I removed it, heard some whirring, and jumped out. As the door closed, I heard some high-pitched sound and the area inside was too bright to look at.

I had my assistant enter and exit this area twice. Evidently, the machine or room or what have you was now damaged, as the only changed appeared to be the color of her hair, both times.

I went over to the other entrance, stepped in, and apparently found a ledge covered in bags of chips. I knocked all of them down (there must have been thousands, to fill that area, and I somehow knocked them all down all at once), and exited the area. A friend of mine asked where I got the chips, and I just pointed to some area to the right.

At this point, the scene changed. It was an open area, floating in some bright void, though the immediate surroundings resembled this machine, which appeared completely wrecked. The front part was completely destroyed, but I apparently described it as the gaping maw of some monster. The whole thing also appeared as if it were in Minecraft. The interior was just an empty, unlit space. On the outside, embedded in the edges, were pieces of rock with glowing lines through it (If you have played the Thaumcraft 3 mod for Minecraft, they looked essentially exactly like infused stone). There was apparently someone else here, and to "mine" objects we had to jump up or down or hit the bottom of the block (by jumping up on the block beneath it). We reached the top, and the dream ended.

Dream 2 (fragment): I was at the house of one of my relatives. It was a clear, summer day. There was an oddly-constructed "outhouse" (which was more like a bathroom that was simply disconnected from the rest of the house, rather than an actual outhouse, as it had plumbing, lighting, and heating). We had found a dead woman in this place, though there were no injuries of any description. As we were trying to figure out what to do, she apparently got back up. I cannot remember what happened between this and the next part, however.

We went back to the "outhouse" and found her there again, once again "dead." There was some pole, about two meters long, suspended from the ceiling on a string and swinging around the room somewhat. She got back up again, and some other girl, apparently her daughter or some such, also appeared out of nowhere. I cannot remember anything else, though I do remember there being more.

Dream 3: I was in a room, part of some "palace" (though it appeared to be a hotel of truly bizarre design). Outside was a series of seemingly-random hallways and doors, many of which would lead to rooms that would qualify as closets, assuming they were there. This particular dream constantly swapped between two different scenes, one in this "palace" and one in a snowy forest, trees separated by wide paths and clearings. It was apparently being narrated by a kobold, though I never saw it. There was some war going on in this forest. The narrator said that he had betrayed his people by being a spy, and was responsible for their defeat or some such. The scene kept going to someone running around a clearing, full of large igloos, firing some kind of weapon, which apparently fired some large, green projectiles. This person, apparently the leader of the narrator's people (and also apparently Gangrel from Fire Emblem: Awakening, judging by his appearance), kept randomly firing up into the air.

If that was their leader, I'd hate to see their soldiers.

Anyways, the scenes back at the room in the "palace" varied in content - sometimes I would head outside, and it would be a clear sunny day. Sometimes I would be in the hallways, almost always going back from a bathroom to the room, and sometimes I would just be in the room, too sick to do anything, and drink something. The narrator would always speak during this, too.

Said narrator went on to say that he had asked a general, apparently Yoda, to tell him where their troops and refugees were - and would send it to the enemy leader.

At this point, I apparently knew that the enemy leader was Bowser, and that he was currently at the other end of this "palace." I cannot remember anything else.

Just remembered a dream from Wednesday morning.
It was one of those where you think you are getting up and doing what you need to do for the day.

Dream:

I "woke up" and got dressed and started driving out to Susan's. I made sure I had the address sitting by me in the car in case I forgot what she had told me over the phone. I was thankful that I was able to find the house without any problems. I went to the door. Susan informed me that the plans had changed and that we were going over to the other Susan's house to make the calls. She told me I could drive there with her since I wasn't sure how to get there from her house. We got to Susan's house and she had cinnamon rolls ready for us to eat. I started asking about how we were going to do the calls. She explained that we would all call and that whoever got ahold of the Grand Canyon Phantom Ranch Reservation Desk first would hand her the phone since she had all the info and prices ready. In a few minutes Marsha showed up. Something had told me she would make it after all so I wasn't surprised. So we all sat down and started to call....and call...and call....

And then I woke up and realized that I would have to do all that again. Little did I know that we had 2 full hours of phone calls ahead before we would get through.

This dream is a little fuzzy, but I want to get back into the habit of writing down all my dreams.

I was with a group of friends hiking. Our group had split into two. I was with a group that was going sooo slow. I was frustrated. I know the other group was going to see so much more stuff. We were back in a canyon that reminded me a little of Willow Gulch but drier. Finally I could see the other group ahead and I hurried to catch up with them.

It was the End of the World as we Know it, and I was with a group of people who were leaving to go to a safer place. I remember taking some books off my bookshelf to take with me and being grateful that at least we were ahead of the game. Most people wouldn't try to flee until things were really bad...and by then it would probably be too late. The people I was with and I ate at a small restaurant before we left. I was surprised that the electricity was still on and that there was still food. I felt a little guilty eating that food since I knew we had food stashed away where we were going, and that this food could have been for someone who had no other food. As we left I felt both excited and afraid off the changes that were taking place. I knew that most people had no idea of the gravity of this situation, and that things would be bad for them.

I'm at some sort of city district, and me and some of my friends are heading to a room where John Green (an author) will sit in a chair and talk about his books and writing process and such. On my way to the room, I head down some stairs behind someone I know (but am not really much of a friend with). There is text on the stairs, and it seems to be a given that your tumblr posts and people's replies/likes/reblogs (the kind of posts you see on your blog page on Tumblr when you click "posts") on the stairs behind you as you walk. The person in front of me happens to have a very popular blog, so the text keeps changing as she walks. By her posts and replies I find that she's going to the same place I am. I talk to her about it and we smile and laugh and watch her posts on the stairs as I walk down them. For some reason, I thought it would be a bad idea to step on the letters.

When we get to the room, the only seats left are in the corner, to the left of where John Green is sitting, as he's up against the wall. There are two seats, and me and the person I met on the stairs sit there. Then, the lights go out and an announcement says something. I didn't hear it, but certain people start filing our of the room and certain people stay where they are. I had to ask the person I met on the stairs two or three times about what the announcement said before she would respond and I could hear her. The announcement had said that everyone who didn't have a nightlight should go. Apparently, a nightlight meant an article of clothing that glowed in the dark enough to give enough light to see yourself by. I was frustrated because I had a flashlight and glow-in-the-dark shirt and shoes, but flashlights weren't allowed and my glow-in-the-dark clothing wasn't bright enough.

I think I might have had the goal to kill someone or something? To stop something, or maybe for revenge? The city district has a mexico or central america theme, and a lot of the buildings are made out of adobe or made to look like they are, and there are red, yellow, and green patterns, etc. I think I might have stopped into some stores. I also thought about the 10th doctor at some point, or maybe I saw him, I can't remember.

Later, I'm Jack Frost and I'm by the real me's garage, and I think my family comes out of it and say that they doubt it will ever snow or something like that. So once they go back inside, I make it snow a lot at the house, and especially at the garage. Then I get high into the air and try to start spreading the snow across the neighborhood and farther, but I feel my powers draining. Somehow I know that if I go to that district, then I can find someone who can get my powers back. Apparently this is like a prologue of everything that just happened, although it came after everything I've typed above. I go to the city district and find out that there's a bar that someone built near a toll booth on the border between I-dont-know-what. I find this out by listening to three (four?) kids talk about it (I think the kids were the Them from Good Omens, or they were inspired by them). I'm not listening to them by following them around or anything, but it's like I'm watching a memory of their conversations. Indeed, it seems that I see snippets of scenes with the kids, and every one of them happened in the past. They say how stupid of an idea it was, that one of the kid's dad was stupid for putting a bar there and thinking that it would work. The kids debated and argued about it for a while, but eventually they went there themselves on bikes (there is a foot/bike path a little ways from the road at the toll booths, although they are separated by trees, and so the people on the road usually don't notice it. One of the kids is explaining why the restaurant is so successful, and the other kid still doesn't believe him until they approach the trees and see the heavy traffic and all the people entering and leaving the bar. Traffic was heavy there because the bar was very popular and everyone wanted to eat there, and then the traffic was so bad and immovable that people went there just so they wouldn't be sitting in their cars, so it was kind of a brilliant business plan because it made people eat there whether they wanted to or not. However, it was an area that would sometimes experience flooding.

When I come and see the bar myself, the roof is gone and so are the doors, and there is a lot of water in it. A woman and her children are desperately scooping out water, but the water keeps rising. The woman tells her children to stop because it's getting too dangerous, and to leave it to her, but it's no use, because the water is rising too quickly and they are going to lose their bar. When I see what is going on, I try to help get the water out, but the only thing I have is a long red straw of the kind you use to stir coffee. I put it in the water, suck some in, spit it out away from the bar, and repeat, but it doesn't make any difference. I then see a scene from the past, of someone talking about a poster that is up on the wall in the bar that says "Mad Wolf", and apparently it's a poster for some DJ/Host for parties at the bar that was very popular, but he doesn't do that anymore. The poster has a wolf in a diaper on it.

I then see a scene from even earlier in the past. It's the last night that Mad Wolf ever hosts a party. He comes out into a room with two walls that are glass on their upper half, but his poster is on the wall that faces the crowd, at the corner where the two glass walls meet. When Mad Wolf comes out, he is an overweight man with long, greasy hair, wearing nothing but a diaper. He stands behind the poster like he always does and speaks into the microphone. No one ever sees him at parties - they just hear him. Everyone loves him and his voice sounds great and cool. However, just a little bit into the party, a woman comes to the glass wall that does not face the crowd and looks in, because she want to see what Mad Wolf looks like and possibly talk to him. No one ever expected this to happen, and it hadn't happened for many nights, because the room is in the back of the bar and the glass wall that does not face the ground is part of a small space that no one would ever have the interest in going into, if it weren't to look at Mad Wolf. When she realizes what he looks like, word spreads fast and no one wants to hear him anymore.

#175 - 4:41AM - DILD/DEILD?

I found myself practicing dream control by focusing and relaxing my awareness. It seems like I was at work and shrink heat shrink tubing with my mind. Finally, I focus awareness so totally that I realize I am actually lying in bed.

I say something to myself like, "Now that I got my awareness I'll just focus on my body untill..." My body suddenly fold in half and part of it feels like it is shooting straight up in the air. I feel happy now that it's go time and I transition. I have the strange eye thing at first and the bedroom is dark. When I step out I can see the rest of the house is brightly lit.

I wonder into the kitchen and stop myself. I started thinking about tasks. For some reason I thought about how I already did the one where you tell a DC they aren't real. I was really happy how long I've been lucid and glad I got to pull off another one. (Did I forget the previous dream or was this a false memory?) I decide that I want to summon CanisLucidus but I don't about think why. I try his reaching a hand out trick but it doesn't work for me. I feel really stupid standing in the kitchen reaching my hand behind me. I realize I'm sort of half squatting making a strained face. Well I wouldn't show up either. I decide I was trying too hard and use expectation instead.

I suddenly have an odd feeling like someone is with me or I am being watched. As I walk into the living room I tell myself he is on the couch and try to really believe it. When I get there I see a long white couch that we don't have and someone stretched out on it. They are covered head to toe in some off white electric blanket. I pull the blanket down and peer at the face of the person sleeping on my couch. I am disappointed when I see it is a woman. She looks a bit like the woman that showed up the last time I tried to summon CL but her face seems blurry. I said, "Can you transform into CL?" She makes some face that seems to convey, "I'm trying to sleep. Go away." Then she rolls over and puts her face to the floor. All the while I am visualizing CL and her hair changes to what I would think CL's is from the back. I abruptly wake up with no void or no easy DEILDing.

I have some mild wakefulness but luckily I've learned to get over this quickly. I forget to try another induction technique and have a couple vivid long NLDs with a lucid fragment

Just a quick summary:

In one I was sneaking around some building with my wife. I had parked the car someplace near and we took off on bicycles. We met some other ppl on bikes and was going to ride together. Then it starts to rain and I wonder how I am going to get back to the car without getting caught.

The second one I am watering the garden when I notice there are now 4 dogs in my back yard. I spray water at the two newcomers but begin to feel bad about that. They seems lost and I decide to find the owners. I pick one up and it is fat and cute but also looks a lot like some dog/pig hybrid. I marvel at this for a moment. Then I get it and yell at someone to come look at this before it's over (the dream). Again I abruptly wake up.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Nap #1(fragments):

(very fragmented recall)At one point of dream i was browsing dreamviews. And at another point of dream i saw a dragon.

Nap #2(fragments):

I was making an let's play of some game that looked like half-life, but the levels and story were different and it was happening in some kind of ruins. Then later i was watching videos of someone playing around with game's engine or something like that.
Later i was in some area that looked like something from game S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and there was lab which i went to visit. There were some people talking about some extreme kinds of drugs and were testing them on subjects. One was named "A--ex"(can't recall the name fully) and on low dosage it was causing rage and hallucinations of blood-colored flame in subjects, but on high dosage it was turning the subjects berserk permanently and their skin was getting covered and then replaced with those blood-colored flames. Another one (i can't recall name)was made from 'hippie hair' ( ) and was causing complete loss of thoughts in subjects.

I'm talking to a dream character who claimed to be katie's mum, but was tall and skinny with grey hair and worked for metro. I was walking with her in a foreign part of town, catching a train to a maths test.We talked about how PSO's, in the beginning, shot a lot of people because there were a lot of riots in protest of the PSOs. Then were on the train and I am conscious of being in a dream, I was on the train but there were no walls, I could have been on the roof. As I was conscious I tested the theory that text couldn't remain constant in a dream. Each platform number looked the same and I was kind of tricked, but I do remember seeing the number on one sign, then the one next to it said 12. I had an urge to look at the writing on my hand, (Ive written the word 'hello' on my hand as a reality check) but I had no control over my body to lift up my hand and look. I think I was barely conscious as well because I drifted in and out of just going with the dream.

I am in a large building, a castle I think. It's expansive and made of cold stone. I find a small alcove tucked away and follow it into a secret cave like room. It seems to be someones secret hid-out - but, on my left, near the entrance is what looks like a magazine stand. Though the magazines consist of porn, drugs and all sorts of illegal stuff - it's like an illegal tuck shop. On the wall below the shop stand are scrawls and decals, the decals are arrows pointing below with words like 'don't look down' 'watch out below' etc. I look down and see a large drop to another part of the cave, just a small area - I have no idea what it is for...

... Meanwhile a detective is sniffing around the area, he's gonna find us out - is this a setup?

all DILD
1) started out at lawton, walked around to ease anxiety about being a 20 y/o at an elementary school. escaped something a window of an empty classroom and ended up on a street i recognized as "Wall Street" with a "historic" building in the center of the block. i went in since in was the direction back toward the school, where i wanted to return.

whatever the building had been previously the rooms had been turned into offices. however, the offices had an undeniable residential quality. the decor was old but clean and deliberate, as if halted in time decades ago. the rooms were themed and each had a name like old manor homes. the names could be found on wall plaques if i cared to find them. i took one tour around the first floor. the rooms ran into each other without hallways. i spontaneously became lucid when i got back to the foyer. i became excited about finding myself in an environment actually interesting, but also became afraid that the building would evolve into something else before i could satisfactorily explore it. this anxiety was present the duration of the dream, and caused me to take measures against it whenever i felt on the brink of instability, i.e., whenever i wasn't in motion. see carpet, must feel carpet. see silver spoon, must pick it up; when examining it, keep it turning. see nesting doll, not interested enough, then move on, and hurry. for this reason i made few general observations. it's not lack of recall; i never processed them in the first place. (should note that broad observation/exploration is the very thing i was excited about doing in this environment, and this is probably why i was incapable of it.)

potential instability refers not only to the dream but to my emotions' effect on my imagination. the building supposedly in disuse or at least empty seemed as i said to have been regularly maintained. i wondered whom i was disturbing. soon character appeared to come out of an adjacent room. the first was a hollow man, as if CGI but incompletely rendered. he refracted purple and had no face, just facets. i seduced him before my imagination could turn him into something sinister. vaginal penetration was unsatisfactory, so i switched to anal which was great but unlike reality. i stayed on top for both. i didn't see orgasm happening, so i got up and left. i think i lost almost all lucidity soon after this, but who knows, it's been almost two weeks.

the other three characters i encountered (unless there was a fifth, which would've been a bear and with whom i wouldn't have interacted at all anyway) i don't remember the order. one was a suited gentleman whom i suspected was a vampire. he could've been called Vlad, to give you an idea of what he looked like, but probably wasn't since that'd be lame. we talked briefly, him asking polite questions and me defending myself being there. the other two characters was a former coworker P and her roommate. i encountered P first. she was excited to find me there. she asked if i wanted to see her room and i asked about the decor. she said with regret that it was [something lame] and indeed it was dorm room retro. the room was a tiny sleeping quarter with a 2x2 entry space, a platform that ran around that on which her roommate slept along the wall with the window, which let white sunlight in at the time, and an even higher platform recessed into the wall where P slept. we were going to have sex, a matter of course at this point, and i was already straddling her when i decided i just wasn't into it/females. as i exited i saw her annoyed roommate glance at me under her duvet; this probably happened a lot. i don't remember how the dream ended.

2) i was in a little cottage that was nominally the second home Josiah and i had rented, June 2011, Liz's place, but more resembled the layout of the house my family rented when we lived in the Philippines... or maybe not. like Liz's however, it was a unique, quaint space with questionable security, plenty of potential, barely-livable disrepair. you entered through the living room, which had a floor of hard white linoleum. facing in from the door the living room extended further to your left, there may have been a fireplace we hadn't bothered to use since it seemed not to have been used for a long long time. to your right the dining area began, the wall extending further out, a single window. the dining area was separated from the kitchen by one of those overhead cabinet + counter combos. the counter wrapped around the kitchen to form a U. there was a wall on the other side, which opened up to both a larger dining room (like the house in the philippines) and a hallway down which there were bedrooms and a bathroom. i went down that hall.

tbc

It starts off with me in this maze type thing, I can see the sky and the hedges and fences are really low two my right and left, I walk forwards and then right into this closed off room, I pick up an accordion and start trying to play it, I then leave to room and go straight down the corridor, to the left of where I started out.
As I was walking, some blue, pixel art style, text came into view, saying "This truly is the best day ever."
I then carried on through a building and was having a lot of fun trying to play this accordion.
Then these 40's style Nazi soldiers in black/grey uniforms came and I had to run back to the start.
My mum was in the dream and told me that I had to get rid of the accordion just in case they want me to play it but I can't or something along those lines, she then told me that after this I could learn it.
The Nazi's then took me to play their version of the game, and it had really weird pixely/chip tune music and it was all black and white, the writing then came up saying "this is the best game ever" and this time in white, "posh", font.

-End-

All in all, I actually really loved this dream, haha.

[Left work early. Got home around 3:00pm. * and took a nap, fell asleep around 3:15pm. Woke around 4:45pm.]

[Playing a character in the dream but saw good friends from middle school (Chad and John), a former boss that constantly berated me (Nina), a current kind co-worker (Evelina), and an old interest that attempted to use me to gain a US Visa (Nawras).]

I am going on a big trip with a group from school [not real school, class, ect]. We fly somewhere and are staying at the huge luxury resort. We are a part of some big event and there are groups from many other schools around the country. Nina is supervising our group and is not too happy about it. We leave our rooms to meet in a large conference room to read the event rules and regulations - what to do and not to do while we are in the resort.

At the moment there is only a few of us and it is silent while each person reads the rules separately. Evelina, who finishes first, casually walks over to look out the floor-to-ceiling window (many stories up) that faces the huge parking lot. Laughing to herself she exclaims, "Wow! There's two HUGE cars out there parked where we have to use the restroom. Why would they do that?" Thinking HUGE means limousines, I quickly join her at the window to look outside. Despite half the parking lot being empty, there is a black and a white SUV parked on the grass right next to the small path leading to the bathroom. What jerks! There are PLENTY of spaces.

Shaking my head, I walk back to other side of room and start reading. Apparently the rules are ridiculous because I read the first sentence and mutter, "DAMN!" This is met with a dirty glare from Nina and I immediately apologize and avoid looking at her. From the corner of my eye I see my friend is grinning behind her papers trying not to laugh at me.

A few hours later, my friend and I go exploring in the lush green hills and bordering forest behind the resort. We noticed a lot of people have been disappearing down in that area and reappearing later giggling and chatting among themselves but refuse to tell us anything. We're determined to see what everyone is up to; plus, it is all the more exhilarating because we are not supposed to leave the hotel property and we're feeling a bit naughty.

A mile or so behind the hotel we're almost at the line of the forest. There is a small shed like at my grandmother's house in front of a 5 foot high wood plank fence. Behind the fence I can see a wire mesh cage over a few small bushes. A little further behind the cage is a 6 foot tall wood chair, similar to a life guard seat at the beach, and next to this is a pile of brush. People are coming and going from somewhere nearby so I decide to pop over the fence and take a look.

As I start over the top plank, my cell phone rings - it's an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, I finally pick up. "Hello?"
"Hi gorgeous. What's your name?"
"Uuuhhh... Emily. Why?"
"Emily, I love that sexy voice you have. You know what you should do with that smoky voice of yours?"

At this point I remember someone telling me one of the groups at the resort got a hold of a handful of women's numbers and were calling them to attempt to initial what they called "phone flirting" conversations. At a loss of what to do next - because I am too nice to just hang up the phone and go back to my adventure - I look desperately to my friend to help. Huge grin plastered on her face, she takes the phone from my hand and interrupts the "charmer" on the other end with the most high pitched voice I've ever heard.

"Hi, my name is Amie. How are you?"
I burst out laughing while the confused guy on the phone sputters, "W...wait. Is this Emily or Aime?"
"Both!"
"Oh fuck!" Click! Call end!

Now we're both laughing our asses off over how randomly absurd the entire conversation was when I see my old friend Chad sitting in the life guard seat. As I turn to get his attention, John, who apparently has been looking for us, catches up. I start telling him about the phone call and my situation earlier with Nina.

"I seriously could NOT get through that thing without muttering swears under my breath."
Amie chimes in with, "No, really John, she could NOT stop swearing. She said like four things right in front of Nina and I thought she was about to get attacked. The look on her face was HILARIOUS!" John and I are rolling on the ground laughing and Amie is doubled over with laughter. We recover a few minutes later and I start to climb the fence again.

I make eye contact with Chad and he is not amused.
"How the heck did you get out here Chad?"
"Only certain people can know and you're not one of them so you should just get back to the hotel."

I just shrug off his shortness and start looking around. I can see a huge bush about 20 feet from the cage that I couldn't see before because the shed blocked my view. Heading in that direction, I walk past the cage and just happen to notice there are tiny baby rabbits inside the wire mesh; they look so soft and warm! Glancing to my left, wait... Woah! A random guy pushes up the pile of brush, sees me, and quickly disappears. It must be a secret trap door!

In my excitement, I start towards the pile when Chad stops me. "No! Stop! That's private property and we cannot be near it. Listen, there's a tunnel in the bushes over there that leads back to the basement of the hotel. That's what everyone's been up to. Just go." Smiling triumphantly, I go check out the bushes and sure enough, there is a huge dark tunnel! So through it I go.

Arriving finally back at the resort, I pop in somewhere to see Nawras. I must have known from before that he would be there with some friends but because the hotel is so massive, I did not think it likely we would even see each other. Momentarily I am dazzled by his sexy smile and well-toned body. The old crush surfaces at that moment and all I want to do is get him back to my room to finish off this attraction once and for all.

Before I can even open my mouth to return his greeting though, the memories of his betrayals flood back into my head. When he used to blow me off for his friends but seem conveniently interested with me when he needed a ride. Then when he magically appeared in my life three years later, out of the blue, to talk to me on the phone for hours about why he is so much more mature than when he was in college. Finally finishing it off with his admission that he was going to ask to marry me so he could gain a US Visa but once he realized I was not leaving my boyfriend for him, he never talked to me again.

Not only did he use me, but I was stupid enough to let him, even after catching onto his game the first time. Am I that in need of someone to talk openly with? A close friend? I think not, but there is a reason for everything - even if it is a bad reason. These negative emotions effectively wake me fully.

[Observations]
I am seeing an interesting theme of negative emotions that I've set aside or ignored manifesting themselves suddenly in my dreams. I wonder if this is due to my openness to new experiences or if it is only because I am now making an attempt to remember my dreams. Hmm...

I'm only going to write from the point of lucidity on. I don't really remember before that too well.

I look down at my hands and oh look, I have six fingers. What I want to know is how and why that seems to work every time. It just seems weird. Anyways, I become fixated on my hands. It would seem like my mind just does not want to achieve my main goals. As I am trying to get my sixth finger to feel sensation as this can sometimes lead to adding bigger and better limbs. I look up for a split second and when I look back down my hands are covered in those was-off pokemon tattoos. Maybe those darn sisters of mine snuck in when I wasn't looking. And some of my fingers are stuck together. This actually probably comes from a conversation my mom was having with my sister. Anyways I thought the fingers were cool but after awhile I decided that I would just tear the skin and separate them.No problem there. Then I decided I would take it a step further. This time I decided to remove an entire finger. First I have to break the bone, apparently my master separator does not go through bone. Luckily the bone broke cleanly and I tore off the skin. Turns out my hands don't have blood, but more like the guts from the little aliens in MIB. I woke up immediately afterwards.
Apparently my brain thought I was taking a nap. Stupid brain. Oh well, I'll take what I can get.

[Fell asleep around 11:30 pm. Set alarm for 3:00 am, returned to sleep 2 minutes later. Woke up at 6:00 am.]

I remember quickly thinking about something mundane in my sleep like green farm land. Being half awake when alarm went off, I dismissed the dream as meaningless and fell back asleep.