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Warning:This is extremely long and some parts are kinda disturbing.

I am driving a car and I want to commit suicide. It is late at night and I am driving in a forest. I see a parked van so I hit the gas peddle and ram right into that vehicle. The dream shifts into third person and I see 'myself'' who doesn't look anything like me at all. This person that I am or was has an object, probably a fork sticking out from his neck. The car I believe is flipped over. Now the unfortunate man with the fork in his neck is choking and I as the observer am also affected by this since I have trouble breathing. Things slowly fade to black.

I emerge into a different reality. There is a war going on between these anthropomorphic cartoonish pitbulls. One side wears a blue uniform and the other has a red uniform. I fight some of these beings. Eventually I am underwater and I am fighting a large green submarine. I don't know what weapon I had at the time. Somehow I convince these creatures to stop fighting and join forces.

I then make my way to this roller coaster. I get on it and it moves. As it goes down the track I see a yellow blob of color move past my field of vision. It goes to the right and vanishes. The dreamscape then changes into a snowy wasteland. There are other people on this roller coaster with me. This roller coaster ride if wild and crazy! There are many instances of the coaster going off a ramp thus dislocating from the track, making tight turns around corners and somehow re-align the coaster onto the track on the ground again that is mostly covered in snow. At one point we stop the coaster and we end up at a small cliff we have to climb. To our convenience there are already a couple of ropes on the cliff.

One of us climbs to the top. I then start to climb. It is surprisingly easy (considering I don't have much upper body strength irl) I then say "Wow I haven't climbed in years, glad I am not rusty." I find myself having trouble pulling myself on top of the cliff though. I reach my left hand out to the guy that made it up there, he tries to pull me up but he couldn't. I then jump to another rope to my left and managed to pull myself all the way up the cliff. Another person with us had their face hidden but the hood came off and is revealed to be a girl out of a group of guys.

Suddenly I find myself in a circular room with a fat guy in a yellow shirt eating something, he then turns into a giant white skinned devilish dog monster and kidnaps a little girl with its mouth and probably eats it. It ran off before I saw it eat her. The scene changes and I am in a dark room with a single T.V. On the T.V is a little girl...(hmm same girl that got eaten?) her eyes are black like the void and she is staring at me. On the T.V displays yellow text. (Very interesting, that dude that transformed into that monster had a yellow shirt, probably a coincidence though..) The yellow text explains that the monster is called a "bora bora". I then begin to run in fear through a series of dark creepy hallways only to perish when I accidentally run into a room that is on fire.

Non Dream
Dream
Lucid

I had this dream a couple of nights ago while fiddling around with my induction technique. I debated whether or not to add it to my lucid count as it was yet another dream where I failed to stabilize. My failure to stabilize was a result of a flaw in my thinking at the time which I caught and fixed afterwards. Anyway, I remember the dream vividly even a couple of days later so now I figure it's good enough to count. I was lucid again later that morning using the same technique but I forgot almost all of that dream so I won't count that one. This very short lucid was unique in that I was lucid instantly, a product of my MILD technique I used.

I was in a backyard at night and there was a fence in front of me. The colors of the dream seemed unusually cartoony in nature (which I later learned is a sign of poor stability). I walked along the fence to the left and walked to the left around a pool that was in front of me. I noticed an old man sitting on a porch looking out in my direction. I woke up.

I had a hard time getting up this morning. I can't remember this dream very well but it was a lucid.

Me and my supposed guide were sitting together. We were in a small stucco house, like one you would expect to see in Egypt or the middle east. We sat at a small wooden table by a window. Out the window, there were several more stucco buildings followed by a mountain range off in the distance.
Man, I would give anything to remember what she was telling me about. I can remember it being some really profound advice about my life. I woke up after we had talked for awhile.

Edited: Learn about my dream guide by visiting my "Ramblings" entry.

I took a nap today with the intention of having a dream that hasn't repeated itself yet. These were the results. Very peculiar.



I was in some ghetto alleyway with several people. I thought of these people being dangerous because two of them were covered in this white powder that I thought was crack. (I was explaining to myself before the nap something about baby powder and then I dreamt of this) Anyways, I don't know what these people where up to the couldn't seem to form sentences and seemed rather unaware. The were circling around in curious patterns and then I thought “I gotta get outta here.” So I begin to walk away but one of the people start to follow me but I don't think anything of it, its almost like everything in the dream was hidden by appearance so that the person who was following me wasn't a stranger or danger. This person led me to this area where we stopped and then it was like I was watching a movie. There were to robots who were talking about there mechanical appearances and the usage of their appearance being rather useless. Like, this one robot had a spatula for an arm and said it didn't have any use for him and he didn't understand why it would be used by humans. After this segment I was walking down the always again because I felt like I needed to leave 'again' and then I ended up watching another movie sequence about someone winning a crown piece for their hair and how it was a great accomplishment for them to have been awarded this crown/hair piece. I was reminded of a dream I had in the past about running away and getting into trouble along the way. It was a specific dream I had about climbing latter’s and then falling down while running away from something. I think why I was reminded of this was because I wanted to get up and leave again and was inclined to but then was reminded of the hectic dreams I have when this does happen. The dream ended where I was in a theater watching a play but the stage props where bigger in size and in comparison to what the play was about so I was confused. I was then reminded of the Muppets. End.

Driving somewhere with C, realise we can hardy see in front of ourselves so I check if her lights are on. We cross a bridge, 3 lane traffic, can't pinpoint where dream was supposed to be. Lots of white figures are flying over us. At first I thought it was birds at 2nd looked they appeared to be planes and I was concerned we may get bombed.

Dream scene changes and I'm on a couch, with Candace in the middle of a swamp like area. There are animals, it feels dangerous but the only animal I really recall is a stag, although it was about the same size as a dog. 2 people were behind us and one threw a big bit of meat into the shallow water at our feet. The animals looked but wouldn't go for it. Behind the 2 men were talking about how this was a hierarchical act. After a while the stag looked at me then charged. I grabbed its antlersAnd pushed it away. It got submissive and bowed down. Then it went to the meat an offered ussome. Dreamscapechanges. Men behind us appeared Indian and we were offered some Indian food.

I'm leaving one store and going into another, and some guy is asking everyone in the store if we've seen some dude. I tell him no, but the guy just keeps looking at me. I asked him what he looked like, and he describes a black guy....and I got that "oh great, I know where all black people are all the time" thought in my head. I leave, head outside, and see a combination of old army friends and some college guys.

They say they're going to some club and they want me to go. I told them yeah, and went up to my room. I came back down, and realized that I had school the next day and I told them I couldn't go. They were all like "common". I realized they had plenty of room so I was thinking if I carpooled, didn't drink and slept on the way back, I would be fine.

I realize Desire isn't in her parking spot, and there is a really old Model T type car and MPs came up and said something about how dirty the parking lot was, and then some other chick in BDUs came with some other soldiers and told us some speech that said she knows we'll be able to clean it up because we're 120% better than what we were or something. It made sense, and we started cleaning up.

There was some open stair wells that had these devices that we could ride up and down between floors, and I did some parkour moves through some stuff, and ran into ST. (the first girl I ever asked out. She said she'd think about it, and it took her all the way to the next day to say "I'm sorry Wade, but no".) I started talking to her...gave her a hug, and was just catching up a bit, and I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She said no....so i tried working my magic, and she tells me about how she's been in terrible relationships. The girls around her even tried saying "hey girl, you should date him, he's a great guy". No dice. She just wasn't that into me. And the way she looked even better than she did way back then made it a bit worse.

I headed off trying to salvage what little pride I had left, and some lady had my shoes on a counter and told me my shoes stunk. I was trying to figure out how could that be because I wash them a lot.

Not much to report as far as exciting content. I had 2 LDs last night, both DILDs. The general context of the one that kept collapsing, was that I was with a man and a woman and we were traveling on foot through modern ruins. No point in describing the details, as I chose to not get up and bother trying to recall much of it. Mostly we just screwed around jumping fences and looking at stuff. I did however have the dream begin to collapse three times. I was able to save it by stabilizing at the last second. I would start tapping my indexx finger against objects while chantinng "this is a dream" and being very careful not to move my real body. Note to self: start stabilizing every couple minutes regardless of how stabile the dream appears. Dur~ 12 minutes.

i dreamt that i had woken up and was performing my usual morning routine of stopping at the gas station on the way to work for an energy drink. There was a tall and skinny- very pale- guy in the parking lot leaning against one of those ridiculous tricked four-banger economy cars. Sarcastically, i said "nice car." He thought i was being sincere, and thanked me. I turned to walk into the store, laughing at him to myself.

next thing i remember, a woman came up to me in Rite-Aid and said she was the man's mother. Apparently this was some time later... she told me that her son had died of cancer and had no real friends. She said that he remembered what i said and had told her that he wanted me to have the car after he died.

First Stage: Avoided.
Second Stage: Fell asleep.
Third Stage: Killed.
Fourth Stage: Killed.
Fifth Stage: Killed.
Sixth Stage: Fell asleep.
Seventh Stage: Main dream

Length: 11 hours real time & ~10 year period 7SLD (seventh stage lucid dream) time. Climax event ~1 week period.

As I fell asleep in an ice chamber guarded by robotic beings to the sound of clashing metal, I awoke in my childhood. I was around eight years old, and I was playing outside with some unfamiliar friends. I have brief flashbacks of playing soccer in the grass field with these friends. My vision pans over to an elderly man, watching with a friendly smile and leaning on his cane, as he watches us play. He's having a conversation with a mother (I'm not sure who's) while they both laugh in amusement. The days seem to pass by in seconds as suddenly I'm in the elderly man's home. A beautiful wooden interior apartment with perfect organization and balanced feng shui. There is an owl clock on the wall of his kitchen, the time is 3:37. The elder man starts telling me a tale that I can't forget.

"A long time ago, this planet was visited by a sibling of the Human race. They appear to look just like us, but they are millions of years ahead of us in both existence and technology. They have told us how to contact them, but they are very difficult to locate due to their nomadic nature. When they visited us, they gave us 3 artifacts, which when used together, could help us locate this elusive race. These 3 devices are remotes. One of them controls time, the other space and the third one grants knowledge. For thousands of years, these remotes have been hidden from civilization, and as my time grows short, it is time to pass on the legacy."

The elderly man opened a wooden drawer and pulled out two strange looking controllers. One looked like the classic controlled popularized by media that a suicide bomber would press to detonate a bomb, and the other one looked very closely too a Wii remote. Both were solid black. He informed me that the detonator one was the remote of knowledge, and the Wii looking one was that of time. He told me that when combined, their unique ability was to control any object, and he explained to me the abilities of each of the remotes. I was taught that they each had a unique symbol given to them in their native language, but were translated simply into English.

X - Space: Grants the user the ability to move and control a defined space with ease.
Y - Time: Grants the user the ability to manipulate time.
Z - Knowledge: Grants the user with whatever knowledge asked for, in the form of a wish.

X+Y: Allows teleportation to occur
X+Z: Allows for the creation of black holes.
Y+Z: Allows for the manipulation of any object.
X+Y+Z: Allows ANYTHING.

Since the elder man had control of both Y and Z, he had created (with his endless time and knowledge) a robotic cat, which he taught to protect. The cat was indestructible and only obeyed those who the man wanted it to obey. The elder man gave me both remotes and the cat.

After this event, I lapsed many many years in my life and suddenly I was my actual age (17). The hype of the remotes had become insane since people feared the end of the world. A person my age (and old best friend) was able to gain and betray my trust and stole the time remote. To insure he would not steal my last remote, I wished for immunity of time control. With my endless array of knowledge, I was able to have superhuman abilities. I could fly, I could run infinitely, and I could breath underwater without any problems. I used my immunity of time change the stay on track with the time traveling thief in order to reclaim my device. I eventually found him in a lower class environment in what I thought to be Iran. We were arguing near a swimming pool when the national armies cornered us. With some hesitation, I convinced my old friend to give me back my remote so we could escape with ease. I created a vast underground water tunnel from Iran to Russia, within a few seconds. Within the next second, I was in Russia. I have no idea how the armies kept locating me, but I was being chased by helicopters. My robotic cat and I were running for what seemed to be hours when finally we ended up in an isolated cavern, where the controller(s) of space were. In order to protect the space remote, the user divided himself into two separate entities, insuring that if one was captured, the second would be able to guard the remote. Without hesitation, I tried stopping time to take his remote when he informed me that time travel had no effect on him. I quickly decided to escape. I seemed to almost jump to the city I currently reside in today. I ran into a restaurant where I saw a friend. I begged him to help me run from the police, but he refused to help since he knew I was a fugitive. I heard helicopters. As me and my cat ran through a thickly dense bush, I realized that my time controller needed to recharge. With quick thinking, I wished to be on the moon. A second later, I wished to be able to breathe in space, and the second after I wished for immortality.

My dream ended at that moment, as I remember staring at the Earth with both remotes in my hand, contemplating what I would do next.

I plan on re-entering this dream tonight and hopefully I can retrieve the last remote and locate this lost race.

So this dream came after I woke up in the morning, about 9:30 am and it was over at 9:38! I was totally awake on my bed checking around, listening to my parents in the other room and I suddenly lost consciousness and fall asleep in a REM state.

I am in a taxi with a friend who goes to a totally different destination usually every morning, but dreams have no logic anyway. Inside the taxi there are girls, unknown DCs but fit the style of stupid teenage girls anyway, so they were realistic. The taxi driver plays an active role aswell.

So we start talking about things like where are we going, I'm at the same time looking through the window plaecs I know, and we are on the move. Sometime in the dream the taxi driver asks "are you good students?" meaning of course if our grades are high. And my friend said something like "yes we are good students, in fact we're great students! Our greatness is measured in piles of shit!" Then I laughed like crazy.

Immediately, a dizzy feel got my head like I was on LSD or something and I got terryfied because I thought it was reality. I thought "wait a sec what is this? I didn't eat anything weird in the morning, why am I high? Is this a stroke?" And after that I woke up with a rap song in my ears.

Really terrifying and exciting aswell because it was an immediate REM induction like I fell unconscious or something and woke up 15 minutes later or so! Cool experience!

So this was a lucid dream, actually a DEILD, but no reality check oriented, just came to me that this is a dream.

So the dream starts non-lucid. I'm in my bedroom and there is also an old teacher with me talking to me about a school project and how I am going to organise it. This teacher was from my old school, not the one I am right now. She was young and very pretty (for a teacher) and always considered by the male population of the school a MILF. So as she was talking to me about this and that and I was like "yeah, sure let's do it that way", I suddenly realise I'm in a dream!

So suddenly I'm in a dream with my old teacher standing in front of me IN my bedroom trying to decide what's next. So I remember I have to stabilise my dream and I start looking my hands closely, they were like a labyrinth of wrinkles, fingerprints and stuff and I yell "Stabilise Lucidity!", and the dream becomes more vivid and cleared up. And I'm there on an improved dream with my milf teacher in front of me talking about project crap. I seize the opportunity!

I decide to grab her ass and look for reactions. And I do it, then she kisses me and we lay on bed. Just after I take her clothes off and start the thing for 6 seconds or so, I see the world fading around (probably because of excitement) and I try to calm down, thinking it's time to DEILD.

I do it and land in my bedroom again, the teacher has dissapeared and I was almost decided to project her back again, but it was unfinished business in the end because I saw my bedroom wall turn into a mountain landscape with the sky above. I said "no way, I can't miss that!" and I decide to fly. So I turn around and walk back to accelerate and when I turn again, the wall with the door has return and the landscape has gone. Shit. It started to collapse and I tried to stabilize it but no luck.


Anywayz, I was too excited in this dream and I kind of wasted it, but I'm happy I had sex with that teacher, always wanted too!

This is a small fragment of a dream I had late at night.

I find myself in the middle of the dream, sitting on my couch in the living room looking at my cat run around like crazy and watching tv. Suddenly an advertisment or short clip appeared that described a sophisticated rope mechanism to lift things from building to building, and they said it was very useful for cleaning windows. After I have fully understood the mechanism from the schematic (my mind have created hehe) seen on tv, I tried to build a simmilar mechanism and test it out with my cat. I woke up when I was going to throw the cat out of the window!

Trey died I'm in my childhood bed room. He was going to go out for the evening and I thought he had. The next morning I smelled something horrible I smelled death. I pulled back the covers of where Trey had been sleeping and to my surprise he was there his eyes where sunken in only two creases remined. His body seemed frail and smaller like that of a malnutritiond child. There was feces near his stomach. It was a wretched sight that tour my heart. I felt a panic of need of needing to tell everyone and I had not of yet fully believed what I was seeing although I knew the physical was unchangeable. Aha but if I in that moment would of realized the state of my consciousness I could of changed everything.
Im with Josh in the same room that Trey my brother is sleeping in. It looked just like Josh, he looked healthy and just like he did at the time of the accident. I wish i would of became lucid but it was not meant to be this time. I came to a realization the other day that thinking of the accident puts me in a past mindset a mind state of lack. Josh was alive and we had many happy memories and now I am having more in my dream state. That was the first dream with Josh that I can remember where we where happy and connected and kissed with the passion on knowing each others souls through and beyond time and space. Usually my dreams of Josh are connected to confusion of where he is and why he can't meet me. We have finally met in a neutral place ruled by light and love. Time does not exist here or here. The overlapping of dimensions can be witnessed through the bridge of our dreams.

Meanwhile, in High School (6:59)

I'm sitting at a table in a room filled with tables, working on an assignment, when I see someone out of the corner of my eye. It's my mom, sitting at another table, trying to catch my attention by waving something. Exasperated, I acknowledge her, but she wants to start a full blown conversation. I pack up my things and say, apologetically, that "I just can't right now." Predictably, Mom gets furious. I walk over to her table (Dad's there too) and try to explain that I'm old enough now that she can't expect me to share every detail of my life with her. My voice sounds like maybe I'm about to start crying. Nothing doing, though. Looks like I'll have to pack my own lunch and find my own way to school, today.

I go back downstairs and check the time. It's later than I thought! Forget packing a lunch, I'll barely have time to shower and get dressed. I also think I should do my laundry, but when I look into the basket, I realize that I have more clean clothes than I thought. No need to bother, then. But later, when I actually go to choose an outfit, I have trouble finding clean shorts. I'll have to do my laundry tomorrow, which will be harder since it's a weekday and I'll be busy.

Dad drives me to school. I'm sitting all the way in the back of the car, and I'm surprised to see some orange traffic cones passing by my window. Some road work near the left turn just before the high school's parking lot. Looks like Dad's doing what he's supposed to be doing.

I take a seat in the classroom. I've decided that while I'm back home, I may as well sit in on some Spanish classes at my old high school to get in some extra practice. The teacher, a dark-haired man, begins the class by introducing himself and explaining about the course textbooks. Apparently he wrote one of them--part of a series of textbooks on a variety of subjects, all published in the same format but written by various guest authors. At one point, the teacher switches to English for a bit. His accent is kind of cute. Then we go around the class and introduce ourselves. I don't know anyone there, obviously. When it comes to be my turn, I explain that I'm actually a college student. There's something of a commotion from another student in the class, and I wonder if maybe he's doing the same thing as I am and I should have recognized him? That would be embarrassing.

At one point, the teacher's been talking about something, and he asks the class which of us consider ourselves to be "a member of that crowd?" I'm one of the few who raises a hand. A few minutes later, I realize that he might have been asking which of us have had sex, but with so much circumlocution that I didn't realize it at the time. Oops. Well, if so, I'm sorry for misrepresenting myself, but there's not much I can do about it now. Besides, I'm in college, they'll have expected it of me, anyway.

The teacher starts a presentation, and everyone puts away their drinks. Except one is still on the table, and one of the students accidentally knocks it over, spilling soda pop everywhere. The teacher interrupts his lecture to go find cleaning supplies, and I try to help out by mopping up some with a napkin. I hope that my helpfulness is a mark of being more mature than the majority of students in the classroom. But the teacher holds out his hand to throw away the napkin for me, and I let him take it, even though it sort of undermines what I was doing. Anyway, the napkin wasn't very absorbent, so now there's pop on my hands. I need to find a sink. I find one in the hall only a few feet away from the classroom.

A lot of the students are handing out out here until the presentation starts again. I look around and see an office whose name plaque carries a very strange title. I wonder if high schools can hire people to do things as strange as that because they're government-funded. Someone walks past me and into the office, and I wonder. I also talk to one of the students outside. They tell me they wanted to go to the big concert today, because it featured a big presentation about Mormonism. I had heard about the concert, but I didn't know it was about Mormonism, and now I'm kind of sad I missed it, too. [IRL: The concert is this afternoon, and it has nothing to do with Mormonism.]

When we go back into the classroom, there's a stage at one end, complete with curtains and a podium. A man at the podium tells us that as a surprise, Mitt Romney has come with his campaign team to give a presentation. After this introduction, a few people walk out on stage. I'm not sure which one is Romney [although IRL obvs I know what he looks like], and the introduction kind of trailed off, so it's not surprising that the applause is slow to start. It's also very quiet, and peters out quickly. One of the campaign people says "Wow," loudly and sarcastically. Well, I'm not sure what Romney expected. We're mostly Democrats here at my university.

They launch into the presentation, which is an animated, rhetorical speech delivered while the campaigners circle and crisscross the room, making sure to invite each audience member personally to agree with what they're saying. It makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. Somewhere, I've found a pillow, and I clutch it to my stomach like it's some kind of security blanket. I stare at the floor, only half listening. I feel like I've read this argument before, somewhere, anyway. Something about how the Democrats are trying to convince you not to vote Republican because of what the Republicans /won't/ do, but when election day comes, you need to vote based on what /will/ happen. And so on. One of the campaigners notices my aloofness, so he gets up in my face and tries to engage me by giving me a manly punch on the shoulder. I look at him expressionlessly and say in a carefully controlled voice, "Please don't do that again." The man puts on a mock-surprised face and looks around at people nearby as if to invite them to start bullying me, but in the end he just leaves.

From behind, a woman crooks an elbow around my neck and good-naturedly shakes me a bit. Addressing herself to someone I can't see, she asks, "Is this called 'egging?'" (as in, "egging someone on"). Ah, so she's playfully imitating the campaigner. The person says yes, it is, so she laughs and releases her hold on my neck. Pressing herself against my side, she murmurs, "There's someone touching you right now, and you don't seem to mind." Bemused, I try to think of a socially proper way to respond that it's okay because she's a woman. But before I can, she lets go of me, and I can finally turn to get a good look at her. To my delight, I definitely recognize her from somewhere. While I'm snapping my fingers and trying to place where that was, she just introduces herself again as [XXXX]. Surprised, I tell her I remember her as a campaign assistant for [XXXX]. She laughs and says no, then dances off to the other side of the room with another girl. I'm reminded of the friendship between Meekakitty and Nanalew. Suddenly, the dream ends, and I wake up. For a moment, I think that it's only been about two and a half hours since I fell asleep. But that must have been a FA, because it was more like six and a half.

Supermarket (8:15) (LUCID)

I'm in a supermarket, and at some level I'm aware that this is a dream. As I walk through the crowded checkout lanes, I look closely at all of the faces that I pass. Each one is unique and distinctive and interesting, and I wonder whether they all come from people I passed on the street in waking life. I read somewhere on a forum that that's where they come from. The dream seems pretty stable, but I feel compelled to keep moving, or else it will fall apart. I walk up to a cashier and ask her for the credit card that a customer just gave to her. "Sure, one moment," she says, and then she hands me something, but it's not a credit card. I leave the checkout lanes and continue through the store. It crosses my mind that this counts as a lucid dream. Cool; I haven't had one of those in a while.

I decide to call Mom on my cell phone. I worry that maybe I'm actually sleep-calling her in waking life, too, so I try to think of conversation topics that wouldn't sound too bizarre. Meanwhile, I'm still walking quickly down one side of the store, looking around at everything. The store's wide entrance is coming up on my left. I can't think of anything else to talk about, and Mom seems more confused than anything, so I just say goodbye to her and hang up. I leave the store.

Somebody's angry at me for turning out into the road in front of him, but I'm sure I wouldn't have done it close enough that you would actually call it "cutting him off." I decide to play out the scenario to see what actually happened. I get in the car and start driving toward the hilltop road that passes near the supermarket's parking lot. Indeed, there's almost a solid line of cars coming that direction, with one little space in the middle that perhaps I could grab if I timed it right. But there's something strange about the road configuration that makes me think I wouldn't be able to accelerate quickly enough to avoid pissing someone off. Okay, better to avoid that.

I stop the car and get out. There's a mid-sized lake to the right of the road with a big yacht anchored near the shore. A bunch of sailors are walking around over there, presumably on shore leave. I start walking along the narrow path between the lake and the side of the supermarket, going over to see what's going on. But then one of the sailors starts walking along the path toward me, shouting something about me not being allowed to come this way. An irritating fellow, but only doing his job, I suppose.

I keep walking, but suddenly I need to poop. I remember how in the past this has always made me panic and wake up, only to find that I didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Well, I know better, now, so I'll just go to the bathroom in the dream. I squat in the middle of a grassy lawn and start doing my business. The sailor is still walking towards me and shouting, so I interrupt him to warn him that even though I've avoided behaving "beaverishly," if he keeps it up, I may have to. (Apparently, in this situation, "behaving beaverishly" means that I'll strip totally naked just to annoy him even more.) Going to the bathroom is taking a long time. Some of the sailors are running close nearby. I hope for their sake that they don't accidentally step in any of the poop. The sailor still won't leave me alone, so I carry out my threat by pulling my T-shirt over my head. This makes my vision go completely black. Oh, darn.

I wake up to a confusion of covers. After a moment, I figure out that somehow I've come into a squatting position. Uh oh. Looking down, I see that my worst fears have come true--there's quite a bit of poop on my covers. Despairingly, I try to wrap up some of it using the sheets, but it's not enough. This will be hard to deal with. Then it occurs to me that there's something distinctly nightmarish about this situation, and I tell myself exasperatedly, "Come on, wake up for real." And I do. [No, I never did have to go to the bathroom. Why my dreams always do this to me, I don't know.]

Pop Quiz (9:42) (LUCID)

A smart math major I know is pacing the front of a classroom. He's quizzing me about details from my previous dreams tonight. I know I definitely missed a few when I wrote them in my dream journal, so this will be a perfect opportunity to recover them--my unconscious itself is telling me what they were! He mentions something about a homework assignment, and a few different people named Erik. [Ironically, I can't remember the details of these details.] It occurs to me to wonder if he's even telling the truth. I have no recollection of the events of which he speaks, so he could easily be inventing them, and I'd never know. Still, I wake up and write them in my dream journal. Only, it was a FA, and when I actually wake up, I can't really remember them any more.

These past couple of nights I have had dreams with depressing themes:
Death
Crime
Violence
Rape

Dream sign would have to be dead dogs... and a nearby town (the location of murders in my dreams)
I think I had a couple false awakenings, where I recount my dream and then wake up later without anything written in my dj