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Good morning! No lucid, only a random dream about some random guy.

22.00: Sleep

05.25: Uhm... no?
I'm in my car, Monica's driving and we're on our way home. We've been somewhere out of town and I'm really tired. "You have to drive all the way home babe" I say and lean back to try to fall asleep. She's freaking out because she has no clue how to get home. "Just take a right and you're all good" I say. "It's not that easy!" she exclaims and I have to sit up and guide her. We arrive at a big stone wall with a regular size door in it. It's some sort of gate. I get out and go up to the door and look on the other side, there's a car on the other side and I hold the door up for him. He drives through and thanks me. Monica tries to go through but it's really narrow and she almost scrapes the side of the car.

"Let me do it" I say and she goes into the passenger seat. The guy I just helped holds the door for me and I slowly drive through. I get out of the car. "Thanks man" I say. "No problem, how about you repay me by buying a little snack?" he asks me. I look at where he's pointing and it's a 7/11. "Uhm... alright" I say and we head into the store. "Buy me some snus would you?" he says. "What kind?" I ask. "Any, just make sure it's a ten pack". "Hey, there's no way I'm buying you that many" I say angrily. This guy's a real jerk and I leave him in the store. I head to the car and drive off with Monica. I explain everything that just happened and we arrive at a street that looks foreign.

05.25: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I had another vivid lucid dream last night. I can’t remember it all so clearly now, but at the time it was very vivid and real, and very long. I think I came up a staircase to a building with glass doors. I went inside, and when I did, somehow I knew I was dreaming. I walked through a doorway into what seemed to be a classroom. There were students sitting at desks to the right of me and the teacher’s desk was on the left (the teacher was a woman).

I started looking around at everybody, and remembered that the next time I had a vivid dream I would ask for direction again. I went to the front of the classroom and decided to meditate a moment to make my intention clear. I simply stood there at the front of the classroom, in front of everybody, and held my hands to my sides with my pointer finger touching my thumb to make the circle used in mediations, closed my eyes and focused on the moment.

When I opened them everyone was looking at me. I turned and asked the teacher where I should go. She didn’t hesitate in pointing to a door on the opposite side of the classroom from where I came in. I went out that door and it led outside. There were people walking around like it was a campus. There were cement stairs (very wide) leading down to a sidewalk and grassy area. It was sunny outside and the nature looked like it would here. There were trees in full bloom, all green and beautiful. I noticed to my right there was a building that was about the same size as the one I was leaving, but had a distinctive style to it. It looked more important. It didn’t look like a study hall or classroom so much as kind of, not castle like, since there were no real spires or anything and it was small, but it was white and I think the windows were surrounded by a hazy blue coloring? There were trees around it. It looked welcoming, and I had a feeling that was where I was suppose to go.

I asked someone in the crowd (some people were carrying books too) where I should go and they pointed in the direction of this building. I couldn’t be sure that’s where they were leading me, so I asked again and got the same response, so I started walking. I don’t remember actually going into the building now, but I have a feeling I didn’t just appear inside, like I actually had to walk up and through a door.

When I got inside, there was a wooden desk by some windows overlooking the courtyard area thing. I don’t remember a lot about the rest of the room now, but at the time it was very vivid. I remember everything being as real as it is here.

There was a woman behind the desk and she greeted me. I felt like I should hurry because so much time had passed and I thought I would wake up soon and didn’t want to miss out on what I was being directed to. I think I asked her what I needed to know or something along those lines and she just looked at me. I said something along the lines that I was in a hurry because I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up so she needed to tell me (not my exact words). She patiently looked at me and stood up and asked me, “Are you really?” And I said, yes, I knew I was dreaming. She just looked at me with all that patience and asked again if I was sure I was dreaming…because this was no dream. I knew intuitively what she meant. That while it wasn’t my “regular” life, this too was real.

I studied some of the objects on her desk, picking one up and kind of rolling it around, feeling it in my hand and thinking about this for a moment. Weighing how real everything around me was, and it felt like that was all the reality there was, besides my remembering I had another life (although the specifics weren’t there for me, almost like trying to remember my dream now here, remembering my life would be the same?).

She told me that this was just as real, but I knew it was obviously different from my other life. She came around the desk and said everyone here was real too. I asked her if they were dreaming or dead then, and she said they were all “dreaming” too, but not dead.

I wish now that I would have asked more questions or asked her to specify what she meant since they all seemed to be going to class and doing “regular” things as opposed to having a dream quality to them. But at the time this didn’t occur to me as strange from a normal dream and I didn’t ask. I only remember fragments from here, but it didn’t jump around in my dream. I remembered more when I woke up, but I didn’t write this all down right away. I can only say that events unraveled as they would here, from moment to moment.

At some point someone else was in the room too, but I can’t remember who. It was a woman, but I don’t remember anything else. I don’t even really remember what the woman I had been talking to looked like. I’m pretty sure she had light brown hair, maybe wavy, and about shoulder length. She wasn’t thin or fat, just kind of solid for lack of a better word. She was older than me, but didn’t appear old, maybe motherly. I would say she was quite a bit older than me, but her face didn’t appear old at all. She had a, not “husky”, but calming voice. A knowledgeable voice somehow.

I remember going to the wall to the right of her desk (facing the desk, since that’s what I had been doing) and the whole wall was missing. It just opened up to the elements outside and dropped off over the trees (it was up high). The three of us stood looking out at this view. There were trees and crops, and the sky was so blue. She was explaining to me that here we could control the weather, so the crops always got what they needed, and people always got what they needed. She had been helping this other woman practice to make the rain start and stop and they were going to demonstrate this to me now.

I still knew it was a dream, and I asked her how things didn’t get messed up. She asked me what I meant, and I asked how the weather could be any one thing since it would seem that many people would try to change it at the same time. While I don’t remember her exact answer, I got the impression that this didn’t really happen often, so maybe people had the same goal as to what needed to be done? Maybe these people all worked together? Anyway, we sat on the floor in front of this space, in silence, and this other woman was suppose to concentrate and make it rain. I decided to try myself 

I sat cross legged, in meditation pose, and looked out at the land and felt that I wanted it to rain. Within seconds the rain started to fall outside. I could hear the drops hitting the leaves of the trees outside. I didn’t necessarily see clouds roll in, the sunlight just seemed to become less, or dimmer, and the rain fell from the sky. It was a very full but calm rain, coming straight down. After about a minute I felt that I wanted it to stop and it did, and it was sunny again. I don’t know if I done this or the woman who was suppose to be practicing did, but I felt it was me, but decided not to comment on it, and these women didn’t either. I remember feeling proud of myself though, that I could do this.

I remember another moment where we were suddenly riding a wave. We had been looking out over the land, and then we were talking about something, and when I looked again it was a wall of water and I could feel us tilting and knew we were riding a huge wave! I still knew I was dreaming and wondered if I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. I just went into it and rode with it. I didn’t feel wet from the water, only the sensation of riding the rise and swell of this huge wave. I think there was a loud rumble somewhere, but I can’t be sure. It just felt powerful and big. And now I don’t remember landing or how it ended; only that it did somehow. I’m not sure why this happened, only that my “teacher” was still there with me somehow even though I couldn’t see her, I could hear her voice at times. Maybe it was a lesson on what we can do in a dream? Just a thought.

I also remember being in another kind of room with other people. Not a lot, but a few. They were trying to teach me how to fly in this “dream”, and I couldn’t do it. We were standing in a room with wooden floors and wooden walls, like a big cabin. A few people were trying to teach me how to rise off of the floor. They were standing there with their hands to their sides and would kind of appear to stiffen their bodies and just rise off the floor. As hard as I tried I couldn’t float. I knew it was a dream, and remembered how I had tried to walk through walls in other vivid dreams and failed somehow. I told them I just couldn’t do it. They argued that I could, I just had to try. I wondered out loud if my energy here might be dwindling too much since I had been here so long now. I noticed that we all had a ball floating in front of us, and mine was smaller. This was supposed to represent our energy for abilities here, and I don’t know how I knew this. In my dream I somehow remembered another vivid dream where someone had taught me that this was what these were, a representation of how much energy or ability we had while in dream state. The woman who had been teaching me was in wonder at this since it was something she hadn’t known. I don’t remember now having a dream that told me this, but in this dream it was something I remembered very well. I compared mine to a child’s standing next to me and showed them how much smaller mine was than the child’s, and they agreed that they could see how it made sense. (Mine had maybe a 6 or 7 inch diameter, while this other was over twice that size).

Another moment, I was sitting on the floor by a man at some point. He was about my age and seemed really friendly. I commented on how my ball of energy was the same color as his, green. I could pick his up and look at it, and then I tossed it back to him smiling. I don’t remember now, but this was another thing we had in common together since I had noticed something else earlier (can’t remember what now), and he smiled at me. I think we talked, but I’m not sure what we said. There was a child near us and his ball looked like a beach ball in color and size.

At some point, although I hadn’t been able to fly, I was determined to make it work, so I decided to try another tactic. There was a drop off in the room, a type of ledge that overlooked another level, and I decide to jump off of it and try to fly from there. I knew it might hurt if I fell, but I though it would be ok since it was a dream. I took the dive and started to fall headfirst (this whole dream was in first person of course since it felt as real as here, it was all through my eyes as it would be in reality). I tried to concentrate on flying and it didn’t want to work. I felt myself waver a bit, like maybe I could shift direction but not go up…and finally I felt myself rise before I hit the floor!

This all happened in a matter of seconds, but it worked! I flew up and around the room, and I felt so free! I held my arms back so I was flying face first around the room, and it was a very large room. I think someone was flying with me, but I don’t know who. They weren’t flying along side me, just somewhere else in the room. I was so happy, and it felt so good. This is what it felt like to fly! I could feel the air around me, and my whole body would get tingles of a pleasant sensation as I was flying. I flew up to this huge long mirror along the ceiling and saw myself reflected back. I think I looked as I would here, at least that’s what I remember thinking, but I can’t be sure in comparison now since I can’t remember exactly what my reflection was. I know I had long brown hair, but I think I may have looked a little younger than I do in real life. In my dream I felt it was an accurate reflection though, so I could be wrong about that.

Even knowing it’s a dream and feeling the reality of it and knowing of your “other life”, upon awakening, you realize that your thoughts and memories don’t always match the ones you have here. This realization is strange to me. How is it that while dreaming remembering your “real life” can be as difficult as remembering your “dream” upon awakening? I mean, I knew I was dreaming this whole time, not once did it waver and let me forget where I was and what was happening. I think this was the longest dream I’ve had that I can remember where I knew I was dreaming. It was wonderful! That’s all I can really remember right now. I may remember more later. If I do, I’ll add it in as I do 

01-09-2013 -- [Three fragments in the same night, but separate dreams, all involving Harry Potter, and at least two, maybe all three involving Runescape. Disjointed, short, but kind of neat. (And one long, detailed dream between the last two that will be entered separately and doesn't involve the same settings.]

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01-09-2013 -- I'm Harry Potter, and I'm running around hiding from and being chased by a bunch of Death Eaters, as we fire spells back and forth at each other. Soon I have run into some sort of tower, where I go up to the penthouse, which seems to be where I live. There is a kind of a hint of the wizard tower from the recently re-done Runescape quest, which is why I say this dream might possibly have a Runescape connection, but that's the extent of it for this one.

Anyway, I am safe in the penthouse, but Malfoy is still down on the ground, trying to find a way in, and he is starting to annoy me. So I exit the tower and head back outside, where I grab Malfoy in my magic, and start bouncing him around, hitting the ground, then flying a few feet in the air, and hitting the ground again, directing it all with my finger. It's kind of like the ferret scene with Moody in Goblet of Fire, but he's still a boy. Still liked the name for the dream, though.

Eventually I am getting bored, so I swing him about 40 feet in the air, and threaten to just drop him and let him suffer the fall if he doesn't leave me alone and go away. There is something about Tonks, and maybe a hint of romance (or maybe just teasing, not detailed enough to be sure). I go back upstairs to find the penthouse is now swarming with bees, which may not be real bees, but perhaps a large group of bee animagi. The buzzing is bothering me slightly, and I worry of stings since this isn't an uncommon dream situation, but I decide to not worry about it, and trust the wards to take care of them, which is enough faith for them to do so.

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01-09-2013 -- This feels like a continuation of the previous dream, but it is certainly more Runescape centered. Very much a puzzle quest type of thing, and I find myself in a kitchen somewhere baking little tiny plastic beads on some sort of backing (sort of like making those plastic frame sun catchers) in the oven to create runes for this puzzle I am working on. It seems to involve placing runes around a circle, and trying to figure out which runes I'll need to make, and where I will need to place them, whether at 4, 8 and 12 around the circle, or perhaps 3, 6, 9 and 12 or even more.

I'm making a few of these things, including a couple with catsup on them, at the same time I am preparing lunch, so I have to remember and be careful to eat the right things. The runes wouldn't probably taste that good. The penthouse tower of the last dream seems to be gone for the moment, and instead I find myself in the ruins of the old Wizard Tower from the recently redone quests, except it is not underground, but a ruin open to the air. (The new tower has not been built on top of it yet, I guess.)

It is surrounded by ghosts? Spirits? Some sort of non-corporeal monsters of large size (20 to 40 feet tall versions of some of the more normal-size Runescape monsters) which stay on the outskirts of the tower grounds, but slowly wander circles about the place. I probably ought to leave them alone, but instead I seem to be sort of taunting them, and soon they are chasing me into the center of the tour ruin, where a wildly coruscating power beam still rises in the air (the tower transport system in the new wizard tower), and I suddenly realize if they get in that beam, it might possibly start to bring them back into a corporeal state where they could be dangerous. This might have been a bad idea!

I'm trying to lead them back out of the ruins, but not having much luck, until suddenly a sort of non-corporeal, but very powerful, image of Lily suddenly forms in the area, and forces them to flee. Hints of family magic, perhaps related to the fan-fiction story A Marauder's Plan. Anyway, Lily manages to clear them from the area, so I can get back to my quest work.

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01-09-2013 -- I'm in my first bedroom in the Hickory house, though I'm very tiny, and the bedroom is very large. The entirety of the Runescape world is laid out in front of me on the floor, and I am living Runescape in my bedroom. Hints of the above dreams are still around, as well as hints of the Ozan quests in the Desert.

The desert areas seem to be right near the tiny hall section leading to the door ('hall' caused by the closet next to the door) and the floor is covered in sand. There seems to be a cross between the hourglass stations from the Ozan quest and a version of the entrance to the rune alters that seems slightly based on the last dream, above, where I was baking the runes. Approaching the area, there is nothing to really see, until you get close enough. As you walk into the area, a variety of colored runes on the ground start to glow, and a stone circle sort of rises out of the ground. The runes almost look like holographic projections ... very neat.

I can see a sort of tunnel (with a half-escalator kind of feel to it) stretching into the floor of my room, leading into an underground temple, and I head down to see what is there. With the rune alter hints above, you might expect nothing more than an actual alter to approach, but there are all kinds of small 'critters' running around, slightly digital looking. They remind me of video game characters from Wreck-It Ralph. Some of them may need to be destroyed, some of them may need to be made allies, and I really don't have the least clue as to which are which. I soon find myself being approached by Amelia Bones, who wants to know what on Earth I am doing here, and it begins to feel like this underground temple might be in the Department of Mysteries,

I wrote this down when I had it and lost the original copy. This is what I remember of it (still pretty detailed):

This dream started off like any other ordinary dream, so I didn’t know that I was dreaming. I was walking on a narrow path late at night. I could see pretty well because the moon was really bright, so the path was clear in front of me. It was a dirt path surrounded by grass with trees here and there. Most of it appeared blue and gray since it was dark outside.

Suddenly I was walking the path again and as I looked down I saw footprints in the dirt of the path. I realized that they were my footprints since I had already been this way and realized that I was dreaming. I knew if I walked fast enough I would probably find myself somewhere up ahead still walking. I got excited about this idea; I mean, who gets to meet themselves? The path started to curve to the right, and as I went around the curve I saw a barn off to the right as well. It was shaped like an old barn, but the doors must have been open on both sides because you could see right through the middle (there was a square opening so you could see to the other side through the doors).

Standing in the middle of this opening was the silhouette of a person. I knew it had to be me, and even though it felt silly, I called out my name to the person as if to question if it was really me. At first I got no response, they just stood there. After I called again they came running up to me and threw their arms around me and just held me. The hug felt nice, but I still wasn’t sure who it was. I asked again if it was Amy and she said in my voice that yes it was. I never really saw her face that I can remember. It was dark, but not so dark that I wouldn’t be able to see her. We didn’t talk, there just didn’t seem to be a need to. There was just a comfortable silence that I was happy to continue with. We lay down in the grass of the path and just looked at the stars together. She was laying on my right side with her head on my shoulder and I had my arm around her and was playing with her hair. I often play with my own hair and knew she would like it if I did it for her. We laid that way for what seemed like a significant time. The stars were so unbelievably bright and beautiful! I could feel the grass beneath me, the clothes I was wearing, a slight breeze against my face, and her body laying next to mine. It just felt really nice. I remember thinking how real it all was. I knew my body was lying in bed at that moment and that this was a dream, but if this was just a dream, what was reality really? I was really there in that moment. I could look around and feel really being there. I wanted to stay there but I knew I was going to wake up soon. I had already woken up to my alarm and hit the snooze button, so I knew I only had 10 minutes before it went off again and I already felt I’d been there a long time (this had really happened and my alarm really was going to go off soon).

I didn’t want to just vanish without saying goodbye, so I sat her up with me and sat cross legged from her and told her that I was going to have to leave soon. I remember she had a cast on her arm (I think her right arm but I can’t be sure now). I still don’t remember seeing her face clearly, but she had my hair. She said she didn’t want me to go. I told her I didn’t want to go either but my alarm was going to go off soon. I don’t remember saying anything else, I know the last thing was discussing my alarm going off soon and that I was going to have to go, then my alarm did go off and I woke up. I was so amazed with this experience. This was definitely one of the most vivid lucid dreams I’ve had! After waking there were things I wish I would have asked her, but at the same time the silence was so nice that I don’t really regret breaking the moment. It was an amazing dream.

I had zombies in my dream and I got bitten, for a moment someone suggested or i thought that i should cut my arm off, the zombie that bit me was on a foot propelled scooter and had a very tiny bite, he was chasing some people around in a room and i was trying to save them, i wasnt sure if I had really caught the contagion.

Some people were trying to rehabilitate the zombies in the beginning, had them in hospital beds, and they were leaving the door open and being careless in some ways, that made me worry. I was trying to sit in a chair in that room with one of the zombies and it kept swerving around i couldnt get it stable, there was a tv i think in front of me, maybe with some sort of commercial, there were drapes to the left of me covering a sliding glass window, it was daylight outside, and there was a kid sobbing with his zombie brother like a love tale of sorts or a rehab miracle had taken place but hadnt really.

I was telling people to shoot me at the right time since i was bitten, and also thought of chaining myself up then i thought about the walking dead game where a particular character does that.

I ended up in a bathroom with a female at some point, i had been given some clothes and a towel, but i lost them due to zombies or something, so i asked her if i could shower there, i laid down with her and she said something sexual, as though i should have intercourse with her since we're two naked opposites laying next to each other, then the towels we were covered in swirled into a long hoop and our bodies kind of dissapeared like we were one in some strange fashion.

Brians parents had bought me so many legos that i had to put them in a bag and felt they were in my way. I had to do laundry, and saw someones pants on top that i liked, they were frayed a bit in front by the crotch but i decided i shouldnt steal them, i was by a laundry machine, i had a ton of laundry upstairs to do.

Most of this dream was in some large hotel type place that had a rectangular spiral staircase with a large opening in the center.

I scared some girls or something when i was laying in the hallway trying to sleep or something of that nature.

I was trying to find kevin but he was evicted out of the hotel place i guess cause he was banging walls and yelling in eileens hotel room or something like that.

An investigator showed me some footage of kevin sitting in a public place on a bench putting his torso on his upper thighs and wrapped in a blanket as though he was sleeping, the investigator expressed his dissatisfaction with him doing so mentioning some law against it, a bystander looked at him with worry or disgust. I think it was a campus.

I don’t really remember how this dream started. I had written it down when I had it but I lost the original copy, so this is what I remember now.

I remember it from sitting in a swing near a building that looked like an elementary school. It actually reminded me a lot of the first elementary school that I attended. The swings had those bucket seats that fit your bottom and I was slightly swaying back and forth while sitting there. I could feel the metal rings in my hands like they were really there, the breeze in my hair and on my face, I could smell the scent of autumn, and I could see that the leaves on the trees were turning colors, so it was fall. Everything looked so vibrant and real! This was the first dream I’d had to feel this real. It really made me question what real was (this was before the dream that I met myself in).

I looked over to my left and saw that there was a little girl on the swings next to me. She was maybe around 6 or 7 and she had short, straight dark hair and dark eyes; very cute. She had her head down and was kind of dragging her feet in the sand under her swing. She looked upset about something. I asked her who she was and she told me her name (which I can’t remember now). I somehow intuitively knew that she was my unborn daughter. I felt I shouldn’t tell her this though for some reason. I asked her what was wrong and she said something that made me feel that it was taking too long for her to be born and she was tired of waiting (I can’t remember what she actually said). She said she was going away, and I knew she meant she was going to run away to be born by somebody else. I’m not sure how but I knew it would be to my cousin Tori. I told her I didn’t think she was supposed to do that, and she said she didn’t care. A big vacation style bus pulled up to the curb and opened the doors waiting. She got into the bus and it drove away. I don’t remember if she said goodbye or if she just left. I remember feeling very calm and knowing that even though she was supposed to be my daughter, it was ok that she would be somebody else’s now. There were no rules; anything that happened was ok to happen however it panned out. I only hoped I could remember that when I woke up so I wouldn’t be upset about it.

01-10-2013 -- Heading for a course that seems to be a cross between a junior high class and a college class. Junior high in that the campus layout most resembles Brookhurst Junior High, and college because the class only meets for perhaps an hour and a half, two days a week. It is near the beginning of the semester, so I haven't been to the class much yet, and I can't remember exactly where it is, but I know the general area, and when I come across the teacher playing an odd sort of baseball with some of the students next to a classroom with the door open, I think I've found the right place.

I walk into the classroom, and want to take my usual seat in the last seat of the first row by the door, but something is blocking that seat, and I have to walk around the entire first row to get to it. Whatever was blocking the way is now gone, and a punk who has been giving me problems in every class we've had together is also approaching it. I'm sure he is going to take me seat, but he takes the seat in front of me, and sneers at me.

The teacher calls me up to the front of the room, and wants to talk to me about homework. It seems I haven't been turning enough of it in, and he wonders if I am committed enough to the class, and suggests I ought to be working on it now. Problem is, though I have my loaded backpack, I am missing the books for this class. He sends me back to my seat with a frown.

The class seems to be a cross between a literature class and a film class, because we're supposed to be commenting on the poems of Lewis Carroll, and exactly where Disney fit them in to the Alice in Wonderland animated feature. As I approach my seat, I am humming one of the songs from the movie, very very lightly under my breath. The bully immediately starts humming a different song, quite loudly, to drown me out. I call him the a-word, and ask him if he plans to do that any time I hum under my breath, and he says he does. I call him a jerk, and say he'll be heard a lot more than I will.

I bend to grab my drink (one of those big, refillable thermal mugs that help to keep the drinks cold, like you'd find at 7-Eleven) and take a sip, and the teacher starts yelling at me about my rudeness and such. I guess drinks aren't allowed in his class room, but I didn't know that. He comes running to the back of the room, and starts to tear apart my entire mug, which was already leaking slightly, anyway. What should be a simple two-piece design (three if you include the straw) turns out to have dozens and dozens of parts, and the teacher insists on tearing the entire thing apart, insulting me the whole while.

This goes on for something like 30 minutes, and I know I am never going to be able to fit all those pieces back together. I say he could have just taken it away, told me to collect it after class, and to never bring it back again, and he says "As if!" while the punk from earlier just laughs. I give him a very hard Gibbs-slap for his laughter. Some of the other students try to walk out of class, and complain that he is wasting over half the class on this, and the teacher tells them all it is my fault, and they start to bully me, steal lots of my stuff, and even steal my pants off me.

Somehow I eventually find myself outside of the classroom, walking back to the door to get in, while students in the hall are pointing and laughing at my nudity. When I finally get into the classroom, there is somebody else standing there with the teacher, and he announces himself as the head of the department, tells me the teacher can do whatever he wants, and it is all my fault, and for me to just shut up and get over it. Then he stalks on out of the classroom.

I make a loud comment about how I now have a recording of both the teacher and the department head bullying a student, as I gather up most of my stuff (my pants are still missing) but it doesn't seem to worry the teacher any. As I exit the classroom and head back to my car, I am thinking it is still early enough in the semester that I can drop that class without any harm except the loss of the money I paid for it (must have been a CA community college course, because it was only $5 a unit), because I sure don't plan to remain in that course.

[The teacher looked like that Simmons guy I interviewed for the Hornet, the math teacher who was a member of that CSICOP group.]

01-10-2013 -- [First dream of the night worth remembering. May have been earlier bits, but if so, not a single hint of them in my memory.] I am taking the NCIS team on a sort of a team building exercise which is supposed to end in a giant orgy. We're driving around in a van much like my roommate Randy's vehicle, on our way to a phony hostage situation, yet I am the only one who seems to realize it is phony. The others just don't get it.

We drive down a long, tree-lined road in an out of the way area, then turn in to a small sub-division, me calling out directions to Gibbs (who is driving) while he talks on his radio with 'the agency' we're working with for this team building exercise. Soon we come to a roadblock of police cars about one house past the house where a couple of shooters are holed up, shooting at the cops outside.

A couple of team members take the back, and a couple of us take the front. I look carefully, and can see one shooter firing out the front door, but it takes a while to spot the other, shooting between the blinds of an upstairs window. I don't have a gun, so I'm waiting for a time when things slow down enough (both gunmen having to reload at the same time) that I can rush the house, and at first I am ignored, then the upstairs gunman notices me, and starts to take aim.

I spot him, and move into cover in a large bush, and he is leaning further and further out the window, trying to get me in his site. He seems to be kind of leaning out against a fairly frail tree limb, and suddenly *CRACK* he goes flying through the air in perhaps a 15 foot arc, crashing to the ground and dropping his weapon. I call out that he's lost his weapon and go running for it, but he is still closer to it. He picks the thing up and starts to aim at me, and I'm calling out that he has it again, thinking I'm dead, when *BANG*, Gibbs shoots him from behind me.

He's already taken care of the gunman in the doorway, and we're all now heading inside to scout out the building. Ziva has been injured, and is resting in a chair, Tony and McGee are taking the downstairs, and Gibbs and I are scouting the upstairs. But it isn't at all like it is supposed to be. These are supposed to be really posh rooms, very high class, with lots of beds, hot tubs, and lots of people having sex for us to join in with. Instead, the place is empty, and looks like a poorly maintained Days Inn, or perhaps worse. There is black mold everywhere, almost all the beds are water beds, and they are leaking so if you try and lay in them, you'll be soaked. Half the upstairs is in the middle of renovations, with sawdust and wooden beams everywhere. An absolute mess.

I decide to make the most of a bad situation, and head back downstairs. Ziva has fallen asleep in the recliner she was sitting in, and I pick her up in my arms and explain I'll take her upstairs to the one good room, so she can rest peacefully, all the while admiring her legs in the slightly short skirt she is wearing. I carry her upstairs and place her in the one bed that doesn't seem to be leaking, then start to undress.

As I do, Ziva comes to, and asks me what's going on. I remind her of the training exercise and tell her she took a bump, and that I brought her up here to relax and maybe have some fun. By this time, I am very close, and lean in to kiss her, and she doesn't seem to have any objections. She does, however, ask what the ground rules are, and how far we want to take this. I tell her that is her decision, but I smile as she says "All the way."

So we're kissing passionately and undressing each other. I've just managed to remove her top, and am studying her breasts, while telling her how lovely she is, when Tony busts through the door, muttering some of the things we've been saying back and forth in a high falsetto, and we're ready to kill him for spying on us. Turns out the rooms are wired for sound and video, and they have been sitting around in the lobby watching us, but now Gibbs is calling us down for a different kind of action. But we're still going to kill Tony!

When we get downstairs, we find a sort of dining room with several small, square tables. The whole team is there, including, oddly, McKenzie from NCIS: Los Angeles. She is reading a poem, something very Dr Seuss-like, except it is complete gibberish, and makes no sense. The grammar is also very poor, and Ziva is going nuts trying to correct it with her ever-improving knowledge of English grammar and idioms, but she can't get anywhere, since as I said, it is complete nonsense.

I glance at her, and see a large wood spider dangling from her ear almost like an earring, and ask her what she thinks of spiders. She admits she isn't fond of them, but doesn't have a particular problem with them as I try to brush it out of her hair. It is a fairly large spider, it's body maybe an inch and a half by a half inch, with long legs, and at first I am thinking it is a non-venomous variety, but moment by moment it is shifting, looking more like a venomous version, and then even morphing into a scorpion, crawling on her hand, but thankfully not biting her.

Somehow things just shift, and I am now on the new case, which seems to involve something about comic books. At first I am looking at sheets of paper with the pages printed on them, but unbound. Then it turns to more and more sheets, some in three ring binders, some in matchbook covers, oddly enough. I am running down the street chasing some that seem to be blowing in the wind, and have to stop and study a number of squares of toilet paper to be sure they aren't printed on those.

Soon I find I am facing some odd sort of version of Ultron (in this dream, a silvery robot) as I am turning into Captain America. I have a white, clay-like substance in my hands, and I am kneading it and rolling it into a kind of miniature shield, then it very quickly enlarges and hardens into an almost indestructible form, ready for use. I find myself facing off against numerous bad guys in three trucks, right in front of Marie's house, down near Greenleaf.

There is a truck running right for me, and I use magic or psi powers (not sure which) to create a kind of force field so it can't reach me, right about the time it blows up. There is another truck behind it, filled with gunmen who are trying to shoot me, and that truck blows up as well, the gunmen being caught in the blast and burning alive, before turning into some sort of undead zombie types, as another truck behind blows up. Though I can't see him, there is a hint of Ultron doing a Green Goblin sort of thing with pumpkin bombs.

The whole thing seems to be on some sort of time loop, as I find myself arriving, raising the force shield, and watching the guys turning into zombies two or three times before I wake up.

Lucidity - 9
Vividness - 8
Control - 4

Well I can't remember the dream all that well now, and not much happened other than me trying to practice using powers in dreams. I barely was able to do anything. As the dream progressed I continuously got better, which is good because that is the reason I was trying to lucid dream is to work on my powers.

this was the last part of the dream. i was in my own house and there was a bunch of people over. i had just finished building a lego set but some mother fucker get destroying it. Emmet Whitfield came over, some of his relatives i think, and some adults were here. we went in the backyard and he spoke in a very low voice and started telling me about his career plans as a baseball player. i encouraged him and said "looks like you have been bulking up" then everyone was sitting on the deck and i noticed also next to us was some of the gangsters from that movie "resevoir dogs" Mr. Blonde was creepily coming the hair of some lil kid and i went inside to tell one of his associates not to hurt the kid cause his whole family was there. then my parents were like yea thats a violent movie.

then there was this rolling ball game where i spin a little ball on the computer i think and it was kinda gay so i played pitfall or somethan after. i was not doing good but hada cheat for 16 lives yet still passed it. my dad told me to add colin richards as a friend on there. then i was with some girl and we went onto my dad's boat and i remember being excited to listen to a paticular CD featuring andre nikatina. then my dad gave me instructions on how to back out and i was doing good but somehow i ended up in the water on this neaboard thing, and he kept trying to guide me and help but i just sunk further into the water and got pissed, i said let me do it myself.

i was also in a video game arcade with Matt JAjeh and we were easily able to find coins in the slots of machines and use them for various games, or turn quarters into credits. we played this shooter game together and were trying to beat it. meanwhile we were in a warm kinda summer like shopping plaza with my sister and some of her companions at like these restraunts,

at one of the restraunts i wanted this taio food but didnt have enough and i went to find mell but she didnt have anything

for some reason, i am in someones car.... so then i open the door on exit, then close it then say a rhyme, i open it say another rhyme, close it, say another rhyme then it goes on for like 2 minutes then my dad told me to shut the (hell?) up and get in the car.

Pre-bed 5MG Melatonin
2 NLDs recorded pre-WBTB

4:00AM - Brief WBTB
50MG Caffeine
1 cycle SSILD. Set intentions with affirmation - "I know I am about to have a lucid dream."

116 - The Naked Chick At Work - DILD/DEILD

I am at a version of my work place. I am doing various boring things. I don't remember what it was. I am standing at some workstation working on something. I look up and see about 4 or 5 guys in a half circle. They are about 30 yards away near a large machine or some sort. Some are standing and some are sitting in office chairs. In the middle of them I see what appears to be a topless woman with her back to me. Now I really start to look. Not because I am turned but because I am shocked. They are all just talking to each other. No one seems to care that she is naked.

I notice C is sitting to my right. He has his back to the action. I say, "What the hell is going on over there?" C turns to look. About that time the woman stands up and bends over. She is fully naked and I can clearly see all her details. Including her butthole. C looks at me and says, "She's niiiice."

I am a little disgusted, "No not really. I mean kind of. But what the hell?". I think to go get management to stop it all. But when I look back and see she has now moved to another spot and is working. I can only see her top half where I am. She has a green knitted sweater on. Someone speaks to her and I can clearly see her face as she turns to answer. She is ugly with droopy eyes and overly full and saggy lips.

I look to the area were she was naked and see, M, the maintenance supervisor working on the machine and everyone else seems back to work. I just can't believe that no one made any commotion about a fully naked woman in the plant. I say, "Wait a minute. I have got to be dreaming."

I do a few nose plugs to make sure but they fail. I really think that I have to be dreaming. I walk a few paces into an open area and swipe at the ceiling. I land hard. I do this several times. I just focus on floating the next time but I still land hard. I do however notice that the landing don't feel exactly really and the ceiling is lower than it should be. I am so caught up in making the RC's pass that I forget any goals.

Finally, I notice that I am feeling funny. I can feel the vibrations. I relax and close my eyes and focus on that for a bit. It gets stronger. I feel myself in bed now. I try to stand up and I am almost ejected out of bed. I open my dream eyes and get a brief view of a bright sunny day. I see a tree. Then it fades to black and I am standing next to my bed in the dimly lit bedroom.

I rush to the front door. On the way. I think about the light I saw. I focus on there being light outside. In about a second I am outside. There is a street lamp to my left that is so bright it is blinding to look at. I go left and the momentum takes me almost into the street. I notice the light does not light up the area but only allows me to see where I am looking. I see I am near the tree in my front yard.

I stop and rub my hands for stability. The only goal I can think of is making fire or at least some sort of energy can from my hands. I look at them and focus on feeling energy build up in my right hand. I can see nothing but I feel something.

Without warning I wake up.


I attempt to DEILD but the caffeine has me. The time is 5:13AM.

The next time I take caffeine during the week I will shoot for 4:30AM and maybe I will wake at 5:45ish. My alarm is 6AM.

I noticed a few things. I think the next time I get into SP vibrations, I should try to picture a remote location. Maybe, instead of seeing my bedroom I will be where ever I wish. If that doesn't work then maybe when I open my front door I can use expectation like I sometimes do to create a light source. This might get me some where with the TOMYs. I'm excited to try it!

He was standing in the road at some beach city place saying how he had about 5 vivid dreams, in my dream. I, on the other hand, can't remember much at all.

So I took a nap today as per usual. While in my dream I began observing the people around me. There was a group of people toward the back of the room speaking in some strange language I've never heard before. There was a lady standing next to me and I asked her "am I dreaming?" Her reply was a simple no. I walked over to a sink and began washing my hands while looking around the room and thinking to myself "I'm dreaming."

Of course right then my alarm clock went off. Bummer!!

Last night I had a short DILD... The dream begins with me at my house texting my girlfriend. I am very tired and so I fall asleep on her and forget to respond. When I wake up, she has texted me a lot of times and is very concerned with how I am doing. She says that she is coming over to check on me. I look outside and see her car pulling up as well as my roommates car parked out front. So I call her and tell her I was just tired and fell asleep and that everything is alright. At first she doesn't believe that it is me on the phone so I spend some time convincing her. She then tells me that her friend needs an assignment printed out so I tell my parents we are going to spend the night at the dorm. They yell at me and say it is too late because it is 11pm but we leave anyway.When we get there, I find 3 of my friends and 3 of her friends already there having a party at our dorm. Her 3 friends keep on coming in and then randomly leaving so I decide that I want to find out what is going on. Out front of the dorm, the jeep is parked with the 3 girls in the back. The jeep starts to drive backwards and I glance at the driver's seat. It is empty. I notice that this is peculiar and then it hits me. I must be dreaming! To check I look over at the speed limit sign for the road they are driving on. Normally it is a 45mph street but the sign says 77mph. Since I know I am lucid, I really want everything to become very clear like I have read about in other people's lucid dreams. I scream at the top of my lungs that this is a dream but then i wake up! Unfortunately it is a false awakening where I just tell myself that I can't go back to bed I have to remember the LD. I don't remember anything after this. Somehow in the morning I remembered all of this happening! Quite surprising that I had a DILD when I have been solely focusing on WILD.