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Notes: I had the worst time getting getting to sleep (again), even though I'd taken some sleeping pills. I ended up remembering some fragments anyway (enough to put them in my dream palace at least), so I thought I'd go ahead and type them up today (unlike yesterday when I couldn't even put my dreams into words, much less imagery - ugh).

By now I already know I can hold a lot of information in my memory palace (I'm at 121+) and I have three dream "clusters" stored (I link all the dreams into one chunk each, so that's three days worth of dreams), so I'm thinking of removing dreams as I type them up here at DV, unless they are particularly memorable.

These are all muddled so I'm just going to type them as one - but they may be separate dreams. When I woke up, there was already no order to them.

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I'm looking at Alistair and Zevran from Dragon Age: Origins on my computer, and dad comes up behind me. I flip through an image of one of their abs. We have a conversation about them that leads to dad calling one of them a 'she' (I think there was a picture of them together?), and I hesitate and start to let him think that, because he's against homosexuality, but in the end I stand firm and say "they're both guys". I think he says that it's fine.

Side-note: In one of my loci, for remembering dad's phone number, I have my dad coming up to me and commenting on a porn scene on my screen - I wonder if that caused this dream? :O

A little later, I'm doing something and I hear mom yell at dad, "Your religion is so sexist!". I hate when they fight in real life, but I was pretty into what I was doing and didn't seem to care in the dream.

I have this man watching over a website of mine apparently, and I am in the room with him (maybe checking in). I look at one of the pages, and see that it's full of inaccurate Japanese. I express my dismay and exasperation.

I believe the scene changes here a bit - me and a/the man are talking amiably, but at the same time we both know that we're just pretending for the sake of 'my sister' (I can't remember if she's in the room at the beginning, but she isn't in this next bit).

We give up the pretense and talk about the task I have to go do, because the man is a demon who was put with my sister to have a hostage. I'm not worried that when I leave, he'll hurt her, but still a thought comes up from somewhere above my dream character - "Won't he hurt her while I'm gone anyway?"

My aunt is leaving the house with a black camera, and I'm like, "oh, is that to get a better reading on the Japanese?". Mom, standing somewhere to the right, gets a mischievous look on her face. There's a few bits I couldn't remember.

A trans* char (FTM I think?) was talking to someone in a room about what if someone they liked found out. Later, they're talking to that person and it turns out that he heard the conversation through the vents and knew, and was fine with it. He had blond hair. It's possible that DC!me from the demon part was trans* too and the demon had an inkling?

Wednesday 3/13/13. Last night went to bed 1:30 am - 9:30am.

I was chased by police, again. I'm walking down a pedestrian zone, 2 cops in black uniforms, they look like NY police. They are walking towards me. There some kind of a metal column in the middle of the walkway, and it exactly covers their view of me as we walk. It's unnerving to walk slowly this close to them, but it works, they can't see me.

I sit down outside a small store. Lady owner comes out and tries to shoo me away. Then she sees the look of desperation on my face and askes me if I need to hide. I nod "yes". She lets me in. A customer brings her dog in for grooming and walking downstairs.

- I'm in another building. Could be police station. There are stairs to go downstairs but it's restricted area. I walk there anyway, because I feel that's the way out. Big chase, I'm up in the metal construction thing under the ceiling and jumping out the closed window.

Chase is always fun, but this one was a little tense, for some reason.

I attempted to induce a lucid dream tonight but I was too tired, as well as having some sinus pain (and the headache to go with it. The weather is not being kind to me.

At ~7 pm Pacific time, I lie down to sleep and curl up on my side. This is usually my initial sleeping position, prior to WBTB attempts. I fall asleep easily, reminding myself to be aware of my surroundings and do reality checks.

I dream that I am driving down a highway with my brother. Judging by the landscape, it's somewhere in southern Kentucky. I'm driving a very nice car, a BMW with some sort of fancy name (I keep forgetting throughout the dream and having to ask my brother). It's black, with charcoal grey detailing on the interior.

Now my brother is driving. He pulls the car over to the side of the highway, turns it off, and gets out. I assume something is wrong with the car and follow him. We walk down the side of the highway for a few minutes before I ask him, "What's wrong with the car?"
"Nothing," he says, and shrugs.
"I thought it broke down or ran out of gas," I say. "I'm going back to the car, we can't just leave it there."
We turn around and walk back to where the car was. There are several other cars by the side of the road - some older cars, Toyotas and Kias and the like - but my car is gone. After searching up and down the road for a while, I come to the conclusion that the car must have gotten towed. I'm upset with my brother about it, because now we have to go and get it from the impound lot, which will take a lot of time and money.

I wake up. My head hurts. I perform a reality check. I attempt WILD; I fail. I fall back to sleep and re-enter the same dream.

My brother and I are still trying to get the car back from the impound lot. We see an apartment complex, and head there. It may or may not be our home. As we enter an apartment, I realize that my laptop was in the car when it was towed. I'm very upset about this. All of my work is done on my laptop, and all of my files are on it. Without it, I won't be able to work or pay my bills. Even worse, I'm also worried someone will be able to bypass my password and other security measures and access confidential files and information.

I decide to take a shower. There is a small control panel in the shower, and the shower head also functions as a speaker. While I'm showering, I receive an email. I check it on the shower control panel. It's someone saying that they have my laptop and all of the files on it. They have recorded a message for me, and I realize that this person is a 12 year old boy. They are claiming that unless I pay them $1 per file, they will post them all on the Internet.

I'm glad that I have the recording and email as evidence; somehow, the manner in which my shower head/control panel functions also allows me to get their IP. I send them a message back asking them to please meet with me so that I can pay them a hefty sum of money and recover my laptop. They agree to do so. I set about filing a police report and contacting the proper authorities regarding extortion and the b.s. that this kid is trying to pull.

I wake up. My head still hurts. I perform a reality check. I try a WILD anyway but am distracted by the pain, and I just fall asleep.

The dream resumes. I have decided to phone the impound lot to make sure that they actually have my car. I have to ask my brother for the make and model, as I have forgotten.

I now have a motorcycle. I am trying to get to the impound lot to recover my car. I am riding the motorcycle through the apartment complex. One of the tenants is upset that I have been riding up and down the stairs and riding through her apartment as a shortcut. She's decided to catch me doing it, but she's always waiting at the wrong door and I always get around her. I drive over her bed, which left a tire track on the comforter, but didn't. The entire apartment is done in shades of off-white and pastels, and the comforter is a very light (almost white) cream color. There are fake pastel flowers in vases everywhere. I drive out the back door of the apartment, and she is asleep next to the steps. I drive down the steps but accidentally hit the throttle, and go down the steps on my rear wheel. I drive down the highway toward the impound lot.

I wake up. It's 6 a.m. My head still hurts. I attempt to WILD, but everything distracts me. I get up, take an ibuprofen, and go make breakfast.

So last night i had the most amazing lucid dream.

I'm standing in the middle of a crossroad, no one around and as I look to the sky I see a red comet. "Dragons.." I say and burst out in laughing: I'm dreaming. So I thought:" Dude, i'm totally going to fly now." Wich worked!!!! AWSOME I CAN FLY YEAHHHHHHHHHHH, but keep Calm Vince, else you're going to wake up!!!

So the next moment i'm in the sky with 2 incredibely hot girls around my neck looking for trouble. And then there he was.... Voldermort...... This...is it...


After a relatively long battle(At least, it felt long) I defeated him and got laid with one of the nice ladies.


But I tried ( yes i'm a nerd i know.) a Kamehameha wave, but it didnt work... Also going super saiyan doesnt work for me.... -,- need some more practice i think....


Thanks for reading anyhow!

I was just driving round the streets, like cruising as a youngster, Spacey's mates were around, one was a black guy we'd scored off before, although I didn't recognise him, he looked like Bob Marley and we stopped to pick him up. There was some more driving and interactions that I can't recall. We were in Spacey's house, in his room and doing coke on a small table, it was my bedside table, but it was Daz's room, we had the lights out to avoid being caught out by the girls. Spacey was moaning about the amount of coke I'd given him the week before and I was trying to explain that someone else had sorted it out and that I had just brought it to him. The other guy in the room was the one with the coke now and I got the feeling that I was going to have to pay if I wanted some.

Note for the next part of the dream.
I went to bed listening to Lucid Dreaming Binural Beats by Slash112, which, if you've listened, has the words, "The next time I am dreaming, I will realise I am dreaming, am I dreaming, is this a dream."
So we had the TV on and it was a report about a boy who had witnessed his father taken away by spirits, the tones were playing as a backing track to the report and the boy kept repeating the words from the video. This was very intrusive and I actually woke up, turned the video off (I had it on repeat) and immediately returned to the dream, albeit without conscious thought, effort or indeed awareness (a good sign though I hope). Sasha came in the room and caught us doing coke and started to kick off that we were shady, so the guy said she could have some. Due to the fact we had now been sussed, Daz said "You'll all like this with the light on, won't you.?" to which we were all agreed. Sasha was bent over him doing a line and he was encouraging me to check out her ass.

He then got out his application for nuclear power security clearance and was showing it off, bragging about how hard it had been to pass and that he was going to be on really good money from now on. The other guy asked Sasha if he could stay the night and she seemed concerned about his reputation spoiling Daz's security status, I felt she should have been more concerned about my reputation for some reason, although I don't know why. She made sure he knew they would be "shaggin" and did he know the rules. He joked that the rules were to join in. I woke again and got up for 20 minutes to record my dream.

I have woken from dreams multiple time over the past two days now, something which I didn't do before, I am hoping this is a sign of progress.

I returned to bed. As I lay there I felt the room spinning, much like it does when you're inebriated, I'm wondering if this is a good sign. Regardless, I tried to use it and imagined myself spinning with it, my legs felt disassociated from my body and I thought at the time that I was achieving something, however I fell into sleep without memory, I dreamt again.

Martin Ribey had gotten out of jail and was hanging around, I was worried about him stealing my new bike, in the dream he knew I suspected him of stealing my first bike and he was acting all shady about it, I tried to lose him in the streets, I started to parkour to get away from him, but he could do it also, I doubt either of us can, I know I can't.

I found myself with Joy and we were going to swim in a river, Joy jumped in, but it was very shallow and she hurt her feet. I was really nervous about jumping in, but after Joy checked the depth, I did a bomb into the water. At one point, I was at Joy's parents house to pick her up and whilst I was waiting for her, I got something we needed from the kitchen drawer. Her Dad then came down and said he'd get it for us, for some reason I didn't mention I'd already got it, when he couldn't find it, I gingerly admitted that I had already got it, at which point he kicked off, even though it was an innocent act, he got so mad that he asked me to leave. I then woke proper.

03.13.2013

Overthrowing the Tea Party (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up in sleep paralysis, and my clock informs me that I'm late for work. I'm not sure if I'm just hallucinating this, but I can't be late after missing so much last week! I struggle to wake up. No avail. The entire time, a sermon from some conservative southern Baptist preacher is blaring from my television. It is one of the most irritating things ever...

Suddenly Amanda comes in the room. "Hey, don't you have class now?" she asks.

"Yes," I mumble in a weak voice. "Please wake me up."

She sits down on top of me. At first, I am still paralyzed. But then: "Hey, I can move now." I do a reality check and confirm that I'm actually dreaming. I decide I'm probably not really late for anything.

"I need you to come with us," Amanda tells me in a strange voice. It's almost as if she's hypnotized. Curious, I decide to play along.

"Fair enough. But afterwards, you should help me find that girl that you drew. That's my goal, remember?"

She doesn't answer. She just looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to follow her. I shrug and attempt to put on my bedroom slippers. It doesn't work, and I figure I don't need them since it's just a dream.

She leads me into an attic where my other friends are waiting. "Hey guys, what's up?" I ask.

"Welcome to the Tea Party," they all say in weird, robotic voices. I look around the room and see that it is completely filled with radical Republican propaganda, including some pictures of my friends that show women "in their proper place." What the hell?

I take their pictures off the wall and stare my friends dead in the eyes as I rip the papers to shreds. They all gasp in horror. "That's what I think of your stupid Tea Party," I laugh, knowing that I just picked a deadly fight.

They all come at me at once, screaming about how I betrayed them and ruined everything. I leap down from the attic, intending to just ignore them and to carry on with my original goal, but they latch onto me. Since they're restraining my arms, I kick out at them violently. Alex complains that I've broken her ribs. "Good," I growl.

I wake up when Alex sneezes in real life.

I was on my way to the trainstation to go to school when I sort of drift out of the dream. I realize this before waking up and turn lucid become of it. I was still in the progress of waking up so I quickly dreamspin (while still on my bike, I have NO idea how I did that), and find myself in what looked like a gameworld. I was standing in a purple-violet area that looked like a hallway, with a bunch of strange creatures standing in my way. I get carried away while battling them and lose my lucidity. After beating the creatures I beat the boss in the next room and I reappear in the same position as where I first appeared, only this time everything had a different color (as if to suggest this was level 2). I start the level again but the dream ends then.

I went to sleep last night at about 6:30pm, and got up at 5am(no sleep the night before). So I woke up and fell back to sleep alot. I recall the 2 biggest non lucids.

In the first, I had just started dating ASTL (Assistant Store Team Leader) Wes. He's married irl, and I have a bf irl, and I was aware of both in the dream Anyway, me and Wes are making out on the bed and he pops the "L" word. I just kinda cuddled him, and was about to say it back, though I didn't really feel it. So the cuddle lasted a bit longer when I realized that the time which had passed was too long to say it now and not be really awkward. Interesting note: in my dream, I had a memories of this relationship, even though I hadn't dreamed the memories. Hard to explain, it's kinda like having dream memories of a thing programmed into my mind, even though I hadn't dreamed them. Anyway, one of these memories was that Wes had actually popped the "L" word a while before, and I HAD said it back then. We had also had sex before, but again, I didn't dream it. It was just a dream memory again. So weird. Anyway, we monkeyed around a bit more, then he sat up, took one of my feet in each hand, and opened my legs scissor-like and said, "We need to do it again." The dream memory of us doing it before filled my mind, and it was gooooood. For some reason I felt like I needed a shower, so I said "Ok but after I shower." Then I snapped my legs shut.

On the way to the shower, I passed by the livingroom, and there was Danny and Chris and my mom and stepdad sitting in the livingroom. Stepdad was being a dick about a clock or something. I looked at everyone in the room, at Danny the most. He was just glued to the TV. I thought how odd it was that I was messing with Wes in just the other room, and no one suspected anything. I felt so guilty that I had apparently cheated on Danny, and sad that there was no going back now.

I went to the bathroom and made the decision that I would end it with Wes, and never tell Danny a word. I would never do this again, and hopefully I could salvage the relationship. I spent the rest of that dream never getting into that shower, rather piddling with a screwdriver and some loose screws in the wall, trying to tighten the loose ones that were set awkwardly in moisture-rotted wood. It was daytime out, I remember that (I remembered that I wanted to make it a point to record the time of day in my DJ).

Later, a non lucid about dating ASTL Ryan. Both of these ASTLs are really cute guys by the way, and besides that and both being married ASTLs with kids, I have no idea why I dreamed of either or both of them in this way. Anyway, I was with Ryan in a conference room with other team members I think, and we had just started dating after he broke up with some female DC (not his real life wife). The girl didn't know he got into another relationship, and she suddenly appeared in the conference room, in a huff. She seemed reaaaaally hurt by my dating Ryan.

She stormed off, and I chased her down the hall. She had an expression of "Don't try to talk to me all sweet in a pitying way.." when I grabbed her arm and yelled, "I don't pity you! I'm just here to tell you that you're doing it wrong." She was like "Doing WHAT wrong?" I said "Look, y'all broke up, now we're going out. If you want to pine over him like this, then you're not hurting me or him, just you. You're supposed to move on and find someone to make you happy, not continue on in misery over someone you can't have anymore. YOU are you only true love, when it comes down to it. So you have to take care of yourself. Well, when you have kids, then they become you're true love, but you know what I mean." She had a look of understanding dawning on her face, and she said "Thank you" and meant it.

So I galloped back to the conference room, ready to proudly convey my triumphant story to Ryan, and how we were all cool now (if only it were that easy irl). Well it wasn't that easy because I got distracted on the way as I walked past a room making some amazing looking skillet bread. These lovely loaves were springing up all over these baking stations, in white hot wrought iron flat tops. Then I remembered Ryan. I ran like lightening to the original conference room, but the door was locked, and the room was dark and empty. I pounded the glass and said DAMNIT! I was really bummed.

Then Ryan appeared in the doorway of an outside stairwell just behind me. I was happy again Why aren't these fuckers this cooperative in my lucids?? I regaled the tale of his ex to him, and he seemed satisfied. We went outside and down the stairs, and sat on a bench looking out over the sea on a cool, cloudy day. It was nice. I put my hand on the back of his neck (this guy is super muscular, by the way. Premature gray hair and lovely blue eyes, whereas Wes is blond, has HUGE saucer like blue eyes, and looks like a grown up Ralfie from Christmas Story). Then my hand moved down to his muscular shoulders, and I began massaging them. He reciprocated by turning toward me, and pulling me to him, allowing my to lay my head on his broad chest. My jaw felt really tight and awkward (I think I may have been lying weird on my pillow irl). Otherwise, I would have started macking down on him right then and there.

I woke up then, and was confused as to why I had just had 2 ASTL dreams that were so similar. Note that in the second one, it was in a universe where I wasn't and hadn't been with Danny. When I woke up between those 2 dreams, it woke up real life Danny for a moment. He said "Did I wake you?" and I said "No I just woke up from a dream. It wasn't a really good dream anyway."

I remember playing in a great tournament of League of Legends with one of the big teams, SKgaming. I was playing as a champion called "Amumu", and I was playing terribly, losing them the game. I suddenly get my skills back in order and I play good enough to win us the game, annihilating the enemy. I remember boasting about playing with SKgaming to someone, I'm not sure who though.

I remember being in a car with a friend of mine and my neighbour called Jan. Apparently my neighbour burrowed our sofas (I then see my grandmother's former house, which is empty at the moment). We park at the parking lot near my home, and I see the sofas. My neighbour just casually lifts one by himself and starts moving towards my home. I tried lifting one by myself but the dream ends before anything else.

I dreamed that just like when getting ice cream in grocery shopping counting it as food is a cheat, similarly dreams are a treat not art of a basic food group.

I think this dream was not really about ice cream as a metaphor for dreams, but rather it was a grumpy response from part ofe to the rest ofe saying that dreams are fun like ice cream but just like it they are optional and not essential. I think this dream may have been from the point of view of the part of me that does not want to put in the effort into remembering dream fragments: the foolish lazy part as most of me thinks of it.

Well, I can't remember much of this one as I had numerous dreams that I can remember and they've all muddled in to one.

Lucid
Narrative

So.. I randomly woke up at 5 o clock after having 4-5 hours of sleep. I knew this was a perfect time to try and jump straight in to a dream. So I laid there, and literally, within seconds, I saw imagery of random objects and locations. Then all of a sudden I realised that I was just in my bed, so I let myself "jump" into the dream.

As I grabbed hold of the imagery, the landscape of a big courtyard come into vision, where the colours of the surroundings got vivider and closer, then the next thing I new, I was inside the dream, looking down at my hands to confirm that I was successful in my transition.

I got the usual sudden rush of adrenaline, and I had no idea what I wanted to accomplish. So, I started to fly around the courtyard. I remembered that I wanted to ask the dream a direct question but I couldn't remember what... so the first thing that came to me was to ask the dream who I was (silly I know) but nothing materialised. I tried asking the dream again, but shouting out, but I felt the dream slipping so I stopped.

I flew around some more and (I think I became non-lucid as I can't remember much). However, the next thing I remember is being in front of a dream character in some complex. I was working for someone, but don't know who. I was interested in looking at the dream characters eyes to see what they were like, but I got a little frightened, and I stopped this. All I can remember is that they were all brown coloured (from my distance that I was checking from).

I asked a DC who they are, and they replied, "I am you". Unsatisfied with this response, I asked for their name and they just looked at my awkwardly and gave a nervous laugh.

The dream carried on and I believe I became non-lucid, but I do specifically remember losing the dream (fading to black, and a rumbling noise) but I focused on picturing my hands and I came back to the dream. However, my lucid state merely lasted for the split second when I was concentrating to get back in to the dream.

A success, nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I'm just going to lay out here a straight forward 'all-that-I-remember-from-last-night' journal. I'm not really used to making my journal literali-ish (how some DV members seem to make their journal entries like they come out from a Harry Potter book or something! which is a good thing, btw that I admire - just something I can't do now ;_; )

Last night was really different. Short yet vivid dreams are something I'm not really new to, but over the past few weeks, I haven't really been getting any of those so last night I was sort of just wow'd when I woke up realizing I've had at least 3 of those kinds of lucid dreams last night - all from only 3-6 of sleep.

Here's what I remember about waking up, etc.:
First, I woke up an hour I think after laying on my bed to rest, but wow it felt a lot more than that. I was just really too exhausted to think about things that time though so I immediately went back to sleep after checking the clock and my laptop.

2nd, I woke up again - just a short waking up, I was too sleepy so I went back immediately to bed after checking the clock

3rd, same thing happened.

On to the dream:
My dreams last night in a nutshell. One word. Crazy. One part I can recall, I was in school. I was walking along the corridor when I saw this crush of mine. Weird thing, crush was leading her class to clean up and all that. I assume it was dismissal time and the class was going nowhere unless the whole room was cleaned. So she was there, in front of the class, asking everyone to arrange the chairs, then I marched in lol, then she just smiled at me sweetly. I don't remember anything after that. I just remember marching to my own classroom and that's where I saw Crush #2. Crush #2 was with me started making out. Speaking of make outs, on another part of a dream, I recall basically staying in this sort of center. There was this cute girl who sort of resembles Mandy from Billy and Mandy (yes, a cartoon character), then when we got back to our car, she transformed to a human. Like to Ellen Paige human and we started making out too.

When I woke up, it was all goody good feeling inside of course. I just felt weird because naturally, the people my dream characters are based on ARE far from how those characters behaved in my dreams. For example, crush #1? The one leading the cleaning in the room? Not the leader type really. More like retreat to a little corner in the room. Total introvert, which I don't mind really. I think that's just the way she is and that's actually very cute of her, but yeah - just to point out the differences.

Well that's about everything that I remember from the dreams. Not much with details, just everything there is to it: making out with dream characters.



Note: Last night, I applied mantras for the first time in a while. I also switched my sleeping position. I used to sleep with my head on the foot of the bed and just lying with my belly on top, not facing left or right. Just straight lying on my belly. I switched to that when I wanted to improve my dream. Now I went back to my old position and was shocked at the results. Also yesterday, we went out for an exposure trip - did a lot of walking, etc. I haven't really been out of the house for a while now so the rigorous activities might have added to it. My visualization also became more intense, probably because of all the site seeing. I also took 2 short naps during our trip back home. I've read that taking naps help in giving more vivid dreams. I was also very sleepy the time we arrived home. This might have helped a lot.

Dreams are like fast cars for others. My dreaming mind added the "for others caveat" since I am not one to enjoy race car driving in waking life. Though I might enjoy it in a dream. I do not consider myself a good driver, though I am certainly competent enough, and I do need to drive every day. Just like we are inside airplanes we are inside cars. I am often in the drivers seat though given a choice I prefer my husband to drive - yes, this is probably not the best metaphor for me. More self-esteem issues around driving. Although even pancakes have some self-esteem issues for me: I feel my mother-in-law makes much better ones than I do.

I dreamed that dreams are like pancakes.

How are pancakes like dreams? I shape my dreams and cook them. They may start out shapeless and liquidy, but them they solidify like magic. When I eat my dreams, they become part of myself. Dreams are often circular: no end and no beginning, and often repeat. One can toss a pancake in the air, and watch it float like a magic carpet in a dream. Most people like pancakes/dreams. Just like a pancake may have blueberries or something else in it, a dream may hide a gem worth discovering. You pour syrup over a pancake to make is taste better and sweeter, and at times we disguise our dreams to be more palatable to ourselves. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and yet we hurry through it, and dreaming can similarly have a crucial often insufficiently recogniZed importance. My dreams spiritually nourish and sustain me. I do not have time to make pancakes except for on the weekend, and part of my mind has been fighting the dream recall effort as too much for everyday life. Just like pancakes dreams are shaped by culture (different international variations), there are family recipes, and individuals can experiment with making their own variations. Each of us can have our own pancakes, but it is possible to share a pancake (and many people claim one can share a dream). Even my picky water younger son likes pancakes, and dreams can appeal to everyone.

This is my third metaphor for dreams in my dreams: fish, airplanes, and pancakes. Unlike fish airplanes soar free instead of being confined by self-censorship to an aquarium, but unlike airplanes pancakes become part of me and are not up there but close at hand. Fish are slippery, airplanes and solid, and pancakes not so much - one can shape a pancake, whereas an airplane comes in a certain shape and cannot be actively changed. One can consume fish and pancakes (sort of like the biblical spiritual food of fishes and loaves of bread) whereas airplanes consume one. Will I let my predefined dreams consume me, or will I through dream interpretation and later through lucid dreaming redefine my dreams and incorporate them into myself? I am hoping for the later. I want to be in charge of my dreams! Though I am also in charge of my fish: I control every aspect of their environment in my fish tank - it is up to me whether they live and thrive or die. If I put in the effort and with proper knowledge I can control mg fish, though I may prefer to observe their antics instead and be surprised by what they teach me about nature. I can also control an airplane, but only if I am the pilot, not as a passenger in a commercial flight. Airplanes and dreams allow us to fly: something we humans long for. Pancakes are not as ordinary as they may appear, and baking pancakes or bread is an activity that shows greater sophistication, a higher level of culture - though airplanes are much more technologically advanced. Fish in the aquarium hobby appeal to aesthetics, whereas pancakes appeal to our taste buds - I am engaging a new sense here. Airplanes had added a louder sound, though fish tanks also have a sound component which is a white noise, but they ate not as loud as airplanes. Oh, and pancakes are much more mundane and approachable than airplanes: despite the potential for too much effort for every day pancakes, they could become an everyday food if I were motivated. Fish are part of my everyday life. Airplanes are not. Both fish and pancakes are something I am competent and capable at, whereas at least in waking lives I do not know airplanes on such a level and I rely on others to control (though in my dreams I could of course pilot an aircraft.