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I was at a bar with a friend named Betsey. It was populated by hipsters and on the same road that was also the setting of my dream where I had a fight with a homeless man. The bar had the character of being a food court. Even though it was a bar, me and Betsey were drinking coffee and sharing a small cigar. We were passing it back and forth with each other. I started, passed it to her, and then smoked the rest so that I got 2/3 of the cigar. I felt that this was unfair. Also, the cigar was falling apart as we were passing it. Most people in the bar were smoking and I mentioned, "I thought that smoking in a bar was illegal in New Jersey." I saw a high school acquaintance named CJ. He didn't acknowledge me even though I was trying to meet him in eye contact. Suddenly some friends of Betsey came into the scene. I didn't recognize them and they barely said a word. One of them was lying down in her chair. They reminded me of the friends of my real life ex-girlfriend who I had met last month at a bar. Then I had an idea. I said, "Betsey, we should go to your place and watch TV!' She was excited by that idea. We started walking out and she change to my current girlfriend for a little while. I was mostly naked and had to go back to the table to retrieve my clothes. Betsey was back when I went outside again. There was no car. A man offered that we take a huge Rutgers bus. Betsey offered to drive it because I was nervous. She is totally confident. The bus is dirty. I sit in the second row (because it's safer than the front row) and buckle up. We start to drive through New Brunswick. She is driving too fast and I am nervous. WE accidentally get onto Route 18 South when we should get on North. When we are on it it changes to "Amwell Road" and becomes a country road. She keeps swerving into the other lane and onto the lawns that are on teh side of the road. I say we are going to crash. She denies it. I say, "when you keep drifting off the road like that, we will crash" and she laughs. Next we go straight into a tree. I start coming into the mind between waking and dreaming. I try to will myself to make the airbags go off but they don't. Instead I have a vision of a light crunching of the front of the bus. I then have the thought, "lt's okay if you crash in a dream" and just as soon as I have that thought I wake up.

Woke up on 8/18/2012
*Only remember fragments of first dream

Successful DEILD

1) I’ m at a zip lining place with my sisters and there are three difficulties. There is a small body of water and the zip lines zigzag across it. They are only about one-and-a-half body lengths above the water and they are made up of one very long zip line which is hooked on to pieces of the rocky wall surrounding the water to make the zigzag pattern. We are at the side of the easiest one and I complete it with ease. As I approach the end of the first line I quickly pull the pulley up somehow and land it on the next line. As I reach the end of the medium difficulty zip line I prepare to jump the device to the hard difficulty zip line, but I start swinging wildly as I approach it. I decide not to let go and the pulley slides back to the beginning of the medium difficulty zip line. I try to regain my balance in order to try again. When I reach the wall I try to kick off and keep my momentum straight forward. I swing wildly again as I approach the hard zip line and slide back to the beginning once more. After failing twice, I decide that I need to jump diagonally towards a ledge that is next to the hard difficulty zip line. I reach the start once more, kick off as hard as I can, and slide quickly toward the ledge. I let go of the pulley and leap off the zip line hoping that I will have enough momentum to carry me to the ledge. I reach out, but I am not able to grab the ledge. Instead, I end up on a huge blue bucket with no lid which stands in the water next to another bucket. I have a firm grip since my elbows are hooked over the edge, but the tall bucket begins to lose balance and I’m sure I will fall. I hear my sister say something along the lines of “Aw! Well, falling in the water doesn’t mean you lose”. Then, I try to shift my weight upwards and bring my arms further into the bucket and, miraculously, it regains balance and I’m able to climb up on the rocky ledge with some difficulty (I kind of wanted to try the hard zip line though).

DEILD
I am slightly awake in real life, but I am very sleepy since I had woken up in the middle of the night. I was probably half asleep because I don’t remember any real life images since I probably never opened my eyes. Somehow I was still able to think clearly and I seized the opportunity to attempt to imagine a dream scene, though I didn’t think about the fact that I was DEILDing. I didn’t have any specific dream scene in mind but I just told myself over and over to imagine a lucid dream scene. Almost immediately, the dream starts to fade in and I am fully lucid.

2) I see Bobby Lee as a realtor next to a doorway leading to a room in a house. He is in a light yellow buttoned shirt which has blurry white lines mixed into it tucked into what I believe are whitish-yellow pants secured with a brown belt. Somehow, I get the feeling that he knows I’m lucid. Though I was fully lucid, I could still feel the slightest bit of consciousness. I believed Bobby was telling me to go along with the dream story so that I could be fully enveloped in the dream and still remain lucid. He tells me to try to sell the house to two people and beckons me inside the room. I walk inside and describe the room to the old Asian couple as they looked around. To maintain lucidity, I said or did something while looking out a window to my right. Bobby peeked through the doorway and told me to describe it some more and I obliged. After doing this I was confident I was fully asleep and would not wake up so I looked out the window and prepared to find my dream object. Through the window, countless things were going on. Though there was a small field of vision, I could somehow see a zoo, a hangar (There are two hangars outside of my neighborhood in real life), tanks, school buses and trucks driving next to the tanks, futuristic planes in the sky, and roads with bustling cars everywhere. There was so much going on, yet I didn’t feel any sense of chaos. I yelled out, “I want to be guided or led to my dream object” (This is explained in the dream notes in section 2). Suddenly, I see a small object fall from the sky. It travels through the window next to the one I was looking through and landed in my room (The room in the house became my real room at this point). I pick up the object excited to see what it would be. I look at it and I become immensely disappointed. It is some kind of orange/black band made of rubber with a small screen. It almost looks like a watch or a pedometer, but the band looks like it’s meant to go around a finger (To put it into perspective, imagine a tiger printed watch meant to go around your finger instead of your wrist. Don’t imagine too many lines, though. The face of the device was mostly orange and there were a few waves of black on the edges). I knew the device wasn’t a watch or pedometer and I was hoping that my dream object would be something I could easily find in real life. I called out again saying something like, “C’mon! Give me another one!” hoping for a better result. Something else flew down and I picked it up. It was the same object and I became annoyed. I walked back to the window and, for some reason, said that I wanted something more sophisticated (What an odd word choice. I think I meant to say “meaningful”). I saw something fly past my vision to the other window. I walked back and picked up the object. It was a square version of the original object. I looked on the back to see what it was. There were letters carved out of the rubber, and since they were the same color and material as the device itself, they were a little hard to read. I see the word “yoyo” and a few other letters after it which I could not make out. I concluded that the device was meant to be attached to a Yoyo and could somehow count or judge the Yoyo tricks while you played with one. I looked out the window at all the commotion and asked what my big dream object was. I thought that you only had one dream object, but I decided it was worth a shot and that if I had a big object that I could take a picture of in real life, it would be better than nothing at all. Letters were shown in the road below. I don’t remember what they said, but after reading them I looked up towards the area where there were tanks and buses. I remember thinking it was one of those and I think I asked if it was a school bus (I may have said something else). The word “ZOO” appeared on the road and I looked at the zoo. My sister was next to me all of a sudden and told me I was looking at the wrong place and that I was supposed to look at a car near the zoo. Suddenly, I was in one of the bustling cars on the road and there was no roof or window (I was probably in a convertible). I looked at the road and I think I asked for a hint. A text appeared on the road and, though we were moving fast, the text remained in the same relative position to me. There was a transparent image of a car top sign with a moving LED text on it that said “NO TRESPASSING” and I assumed it meant that was my dream object was a car that had those words on it. For some strange reason, I thought of a Toyota. I asked my sister what type of Toyota had that and if a Corolla was the right answer. She said she didn’t know, so I decided to just guess all the Toyota cars I could until I found the right one. I looked down at the road and asked if it was a Toyota Corolla and a text appeared that said “WILD GUESSES” or something with the word “GUESS” or a form of it in the text. I got the sense that I was being told that I wasn’t supposed to randomly guess to find out and that my dream guide had nothing else to say to me for the time being. My dream faded out around this time.

Dream Notes:

2) I watched a video by ReeceJones87 on YouTube about dream bridging. In the video he said that to find a dream object someone is supposed to say "I want to be guided or led to my dream object" while lucid. He also said that your dream object could be big or small and that if it is too big or does not belong to you then you can take a picture of it instead of taking it with you. In my dream I was disappointed with the same object so I decided to ask for a bigger one in order to get a different result.

Alligator

An alligator attacked my boy. It bit his foot and my boy started screaming. I opened the alligators mouth with my hands on either side of his mouth. I saw its teeth. I showed the inside of his mouth to someone.

I eventually let it go, and then I was afraid it was going to attack me. I think it did turn to attack me, but it didn't try hard, and my dream ended.

Short Flight Lucid

I started flying and I realized I was lucid. I flew up well but then I became heavy. I never tried to stabilize, and I my dream ended.

I wouldn't even count this except that I want to keep track of every time I become lucid.

Last night i had a very clear lucid level dream ( i had no control)
I started when i had gotten ammonia a few years back but this time it was fatal my family and i all knew this.
My parents decided to take me out to a ball game. We laughed at some racist guy who offered us his seats so he did sit by a woman (I'm not racist).I had a moment of coughing so they injected me with some medicine. I woke to laying my head in my mothers lap when she had been crying my dad was sleep in a chair and she gave me pill and i was off to sleep. Sadly i woke up alone in my bed calling my mom repeatably as i slowly died i woke up from this dream in a fade out straight to SP then allowing myself to wake up.
i woke up however feeling gratitude for my parents(a little bit of loneliness)

Showering etc at mum and dads. Take too long, will miss all busses to work. Driving instead. Still too late. Try to turn around. Suddenly being towed (not in a car) by a racehorse. Becomes a race. Spawn a dog to chase the horse to make us faster. Suddenly ahead of the horse, make it a personal race against dog and horse. I win. I think I was second in the actual race, but I didn't stay for the awards. Left with Rohan.

Planning to go to Sydney with parents and hire car. Remembering past dream as a prior trip similar.

Later in the night (after dragon dream), in Sydney. Getting a lift somewhere, but wife won't let me in the car (says there isn't room, even when there is a seat). Go back to hotel car park to get stuff from car, followed by suspicious security guard. Find car trashed. Security guard gave about $20 in sympathy. Breakfast is served outside what is now a hospital. Try to figure out how to afford new car without defaulting on home loan.

Walking home at night, possibly on holidays. Saw stars far more vividly than before, crystal clear. They were moving around the SCP, as if time were sped up. Suddenly became aware of fireworks, following the stars. Near home, getting phone out to take some photos when I heard rustling in long grass. It was Nikolas (4yo), playing with an empty Pringles can. Brought him in, why was he out in the middle of the night? Where did he get those glasses? Went outside again to see stars and fireworks.

Saw some girls sitting around watching the show. Wife came out wanting me to hear the song on the radio, forgot the words while she was trying to sing along. We all laughed. Saw beautiful (and huge) temple, lit by fireworks. Phone out again to take photos. Not working too well in low light. Suddenly, a huge procession of oriental warriors poured towards temple. Dancing started, with enormous lion dragon dance.

Low battery warning on device which is now an iPad. Can't turn it off for some reason. Show Rohan (for some reason it's now his iPad). Eventually close apps and turn off. Now Rohan, Imogen and I are leaving from a friend's house.

Dreams

-Field Trip

A group of teens my age and I were on the side of a hill, off of a road. I forgot why. I was more outgoing and wise than my normal self. A guy was acting out because he wasnt accepted. He put on sun glasses, I could tell he put them on to become more acceptable, not because he liked them. I told him he doesnt have to wear them, to just be himself. Since he thought of himself lowly, he thought I was makng fun of him. I assured him that I wasnt and told him a couple other things. He said that he was starting to trust me, to be his friend; I was probably his best friend there, cuz everyone made fun of him.

We all went back up the hill, onto the road, and into our school bus. We rode in the bus for a while. During which, I socialized with other people. There was a pretty, brown-skinned girl sitting in the seat next to me. As we neared our destination she asked me to be her boyfriend. We had a thing going on for a while now, and I accepted. As we got off of the bus she said,' I love you,' in a kind of joking tone. I replied,' I love you too,' in a more serious tone. 'Wow, thank you!' she replied astonished. I dont think she really gets loved by people.

We get off the bus, the class and us are walking into what looks like a science facility of some type. My new girlfriend and I stay behind the crowd. The teachers are leading the pack, not checking the people in the back. When we get into the building, we see a restricted area door. We wait for our group to trail off a while. Then she just opens the door and runs in, I take a last check, and run in. There's an operating machine and nothing else in the room. We climb over it and go down a vertical shoot. I went first. From the bottem of the shout, we can see a hallway and a man in scrubs pushing a cartwheel. We make sure that we dont move at all so that we dont get spotted. Then a couple other people walked past. When the coast was clear we decided to leave, since we couldn't go in any further. I jump and pull myself up and out of the shout. I look back down to see how she was doing. Apperantely, she didnt think she could get herself up, and was holding a hand up to me. I reached down to grab her hand, and pulled her out of the shout.

We snuck out of the restricted area door and walked down a hallway into a lunch room. Our class had already left by this time. So we leave the facility and see our bus still outside. We walk in it, knowing everyone else has already left. Our teacher, who resembled Julius Caesar, waited for us the entire time. As we walked in I said,' I love the dedication of Milwaukie teachers that you would wait for us this entire time.' 'Ya thanks a lot,' my girlfriend said.

08.25.2012

Sivason's Warning (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember reading some posts on a DV thread, though I can't remember the name of the thread, but I knew it was something along the lines of telepathy, shared dreaming, or just other aspects of indirect communication. I posted something, though I can't remember what it was about, but whatever it was, Sivason made a post below warning my that if I continue to go off-topic, that he would shift my posts somewhere else, or delete them altogether.

This makes me interested in what I really posted, but I decided I should read all of the content in Sivason's posts before going back to mine. He basically made a suggestion that I was trying to talk about communication with another person, and I'm assuming that this must be something related to some kind of communication in dreams.

Some people liked his post, and I can't remember anything else.

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08.25.2012

Horrible Water (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a random room, and it feels like night time. Somehow, I've been informed that that water company that flows the water in this house has some horrible water. I turn on one of the faucets closest to me, and decided to let some water run into a random glass I'm holding. Seems everything is crystal clear to me, and I'm wondering what's so bad about their quality of water.

I turn off the water faucet, and poured out all the water into the sink, and then turned the water again. Things go fine again, until the water stops and spurts, and then it starts showing this brown color, and it gets even worse. It's really disgusting, and I turn the faucet off immediately and pour everything out again.

There's a lot that I'm forgetting in this dream...A L O T.

The last thing I remember with the water issue is that when I poured it out again into a glass, it looks as if there's a bunch of white minerals saturating it, but if you looked on the bottom of the glass, the minerals looked as if they were slowly disappearing all the way up. It's as if the minerals were being evaporated instead of the water.

Then I remember another dream scenario where I'm looking above the glass I'm holding, and it just looks horrible. It's mixed with gray and black colors on top.

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08.25.2012

$10,000 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm looking at something online through a laptop, and the primary color of the website is light blue. There seems to be columns and rows stacked together portraying numerical values of pretty high numbers. It looks like a banking account site to me, and I must be viewing my bank account. I'm passively scrolling down the numbers, until I see a total of $10,000 in what seems to be my account.

I forget my reaction to seeing this value, but when I scrolled up, there was $6,400 on one row, and I guess the rest were split amounts for $3,600.

Wow, I'd go crazy if I had that amount.

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08.25.2012

Dream Journal Comments and HP (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember posting some dream journal entries, and a few people made some comments on mine, like 1-3 of them. I read one person's dream interpretation of how the contrasts in colors of the dreams I experience represent something....I forgot what exactly. Even though I can't remember, I do remember the feelings of being shocked on how they are dead accurate with their interpretations....it just made sense to me somehow

They also included another dream element which represented some person's intention to be more concerned about their HP than others. A person liked it, in fact SpaceCowboyDave liked it.

I think whoever it is that gave me the dream interpretation was trying to relate the person being more concerned about their HP was me.

Health points? What???

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08.25.2012

Female Drawing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember trying to draw a random female character and her body. I was working on a rough sketch, making a new layer to get a more refined line art, and then made another later to sketch in the clothes she's wearing. She's wearing a vanilla type of sweater, and she has fairly huge breasts.

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08.25.2012

Kakashi Chidori v 2.0? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember Kakashi from Naruto Shippuden is just spamming Chidori everywheeeeeeeeeeeeerrreee, it's crazy! The environment was dull, and it looked like it was raining as well. He could shoot the Chidori into a straight line, (sorry if I don't know that exact technique name), but it's what Sasuke used to kill Danzo by penetrating him and Karin.

He starts using that technique everywhere to eradicate anything inside of a hiding spot, like the inside of sheds and other mini-storage areas.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Light Purple Text = Partially Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

As expected, my dry spell finally broke when most unexpected. I went to bed late last night and was worried about dream recall, let alone lucidity. I woke up for my WBTB and remembered no dreams but shortly after I tried to go back to sleep I was disturbed by my Dad. Apparently we had a power cut and he wanted me to call the power company to find out when it was back on. This resulted in a much longer WBTB than I usually have (About 30-40 minutes, as apposed to my 10-15 minute normal ones). I went back to sleep after a lot of rolling around trying to relax after waking myself up so much and the following dream occurred.

I was in a supermarket of some kind queuing up with my mother when we bumped into my aunt, my sister and my niece. We all decide to go for a picnic and as we're heading to the park my niece picks up a blade of grass, attempting to perform a grass whistle but doesn't seem to be succeeding. I laugh and figure I'd show her how to do it later on.

We get to the park and we set up on this picnic bench. My sister pulls out these cards and wants to try this game with me. I'm not entirely sure what happened with the first game, she had some Pokemon drawn on these cards and it was something about matching their colours to country flags. Really confusing.

The second game was much more interesting. The cards now had moving images on them of old 1950s style streets, with retro cars driving around them and the game was to count all of the cars in the scene. At some point I just became part of the scene, I was no longer looking at the cards and watching it, I was walking around the streets myself. I then noticed on the side of the road a lime-coloured extremely modern car which first prompted my awareness.

As I continue walking I enter a sort of layer zero mindset, somewhat knowing what I'm experiencing wasn't waking reality but not fully lucid yet. I'm heading down this street and keep trying to pull my awareness forward, it's really hard to describe, almost like flicking switches in my brain to become lucid.

I finally reach a point of awareness where I know I'm dreaming. Everything looks amazing, the wind against my skin and the vividness of the trees around me. I even notice the warmth of the sun and how it makes me squint as I walk into it.

At this point I remember to reality check, just to stabilise myself more into the dream state. Something I've been forgetting to do in any lucid experiences recently which have resulted in them quickly dying out or fading back into non-lucidity. I lift my hands and my fingers had their normal odd lengths so I knew I was dreaming. I got really exciting, finally I was lucid again!

I decided to stray away from the path of the dream and phase myself through this hedge on the side of the road that I'm standing on. I enter somebody's yard, it's huge and inside the house I see a man cooking dinner but decide to ignore him. As I'm walking down the side of this house, tracing the grey cobbled wall, I remember that I wanted to summon a dream character. I also remember that the best way to do this would be passively.

I come to near the end of the wall that I'm tracing and I say to myself "When I get around this corner, my mum will be standing there." for some reason at this point I look down to the ground and the wall seems to extend further beyond its original point, my subconscious obviously toying with me. I pay more focus to this wall and finally reach the end.

I turn the corner and I'm disappointed, nobody was standing there! I'm about to walk back behind the wall to try again when I see a character running towards me from a distance. I recognise that it's my mum immediately, although, she looks about 6 or 7 years old and tagging along behind her is her twin sister and my aunt. I'm completely baffled at my subconscious power to do this without me even suggesting it or having anything to prompt it!

They're running around me laughing and I can't help but laugh with them. The hilarity of meeting my mother as a child was just too much. I go to sit down with them on a bench and again am insanely glad that I'm finally lucid!

I start thinking about where I fell asleep, for some reason while lucid I thought I fell asleep in the park from my non-lucid segment before this DILD. I was going to wake up and not have my dream journal to write the lucid down in! Thinking about waking must have shocked my subconscious because the dream sort of "jumped", as if it briefly zoomed in and then zoomed back out rapidly before fading to black and the dream ended. I didn't have any time to stop it.

I fade back into waking life, and at first I'm somewhat confused that I'm in my bedroom considering I thought I was in a park in my lucid. I jump up and immediately write down my lucid in my dream journal, ecstatic that my dry spell was broken.

08-25-2012 -- I'm walking into an Adventurers Club that seems to have a police presence tonight. As I walk in a police man (who seems to be played by Richard Biggs, Doctor Franklin in Babylon 5) is talking about how some short little gal committed murder, then hid out in the Club. They're all here looking for a Sharon Hegedus. But all they can find of her is her leather jacket, so she seems to have escaped. She's now a wanted criminal, though.

I head downstairs to the main salon, and am following everybody else into the library, where Graham is announcing the next show. Just as I am walking in, I come face to face with Sharon, herself. She didn't escape, they just couldn't see her because she is so small. She's just chatting away with people in the main salon, and I comment snidely on the murder charges. She and Joe retort angrily, and because we seem to be causing a scene, they suggest taking this upstairs to the Zebra Mezzanine, where we can talk with a little more privacy.

I'm surprised they are going to talk to me at all ... for years we haven't gotten along well. Anyway, I am just asking for a slight bit of reassurance: "Tell me whoever you killed at least deserved it." Whatever the exact circumstances, it is obvious she is not too nervous about it, because they have brought a bunch of the regulars with them, and even a couple of the actors are hanging around. I know I spot Jennifer and Joy.

They keep trying to tell me what's going on, but people keep reminding them of various microphones around the place, and they don't want to chance anything incriminating being recorded, so we keep moving to different places around the mezzanine. Meanwhile, more and more people are gathering around the performers, and it seems to be turning into some sort of actors' studio, as Graham is standing there in green, describing exactly how he developed and portrays his suave and slightly smarmy Hathaway. [This meeting also figures into my next dream, The Substitutes.]

Finally we decide there's no way we're going to be able to talk here. We walk outside the Club and find ourselves in a shopping mall. Some guy is fumbling with a video camera, and I help him for a few seconds. I don't recognize him until later, but it turns out to be Brandon Sanderson. Somebody is sent off for pizza, and we're finally ready to hear the story ... except somehow Sharon is now gone. The only thing that is left is a fairly small white box, like the kind a shirt might be wrapped in at Christmas.

I pick the box up, and look around a few more minutes for Sharon or any of the others, but I can't find any of them, and I am starting to get tired, so decide maybe I'll just go home. I don't really need to know why Sharon killed somebody, anyway. I'm walking through some kind of small back corridor (like the utility corridors at the Buena Park Mall) and it seems I sat the box down somewhere and forgot about it. Mattie, Bonnie Moran's old housekeeper, is here, and while in the dream she seems a little crazy, she insists she'll go grab the box for me.

I really don't care about it, though, and when she takes a while, I decide to just take the elevator down to the exit, get my car, and drive home. When I try, though, there are a couple of cops who stop me. They tell me I can't get away that easily. They found the evidence I dropped (turned out the box was full of money ... it was one of two Sharon had been carrying) and my fingerprints were all over it. They've now decided the person who robbed the gas station and killed the clerk wasn't Sharon, it was me!

They force me back into the mall, and seat me at a table. The lead person who is presenting the evidence introduces herself as somebody high up in the Disney organization, and it seems to be Lilith from Fraiser. I spot Brandon Sanderson nearby, still with his camera, and wave him over for a little support.

I realize that Sharon has very nicely set me up and framed me, and they really don't want to listen to me as I try and explain our history, and how we don't get along. In the dream I can't even remember anything of why, and it makes convincing them very difficult. I apologize to them in advance if I end up sounding like I've been watching too many courtroom dramas, and then Brandon starts to go into a very intricate explanation of how this could all tie in to a vast new magical system he is developing, before they wave him to silence. He blushes and holds his tongue.

I feel like I am getting nowhere in convincing them, and am really beginning to get worried, when suddenly something begins to ring false. I am really starting to question the entire situation. Brandon seems to catch on as well, and suddenly asks the woman "What department did you say you work in?" She had never actually mentioned a department, previously, but she smirks as she says "Entertainment." I've been had!

She starts to call people over and play audio recordings of me that have been tampered with to say things I have never said (and a very bad and obvious job of it, like the interview from the Homer Badman episode of the Simpsons), and are beginning to introduce the TV show that this has all been set up for. I feel like an absolute fool, completely mortified, and just walk off, while everybody else laughs.

[In the dream, it was mortifying. In real life I woke up and couldn't think anything except, wow! What a cool dream!]

Lots of water dreams last night, an indication of how stressed out I am right now. Water is usually a comforting element for me, though it may not seem like it the way it's portrayed in these dreams lol.

Dream One (Fragment): I'm in a trailer that I think is supposed to belong to an aunt. It doesn't actually look like any trailer I've ever been in though. It's storming, I can see the rain and lightening in the dark outside the windows. I think that at some point me and whoever was there with me were throwing pokemon balls to have a pokemon battle or something. My aunt calls me, and at some point I leave and I see the trailer from a car window. It's daylight then, and the trailer is white with a gravel driveway and very well kept law and flower bed.

Dream Two (Fragment): I'm in a store that had a lot of wood and fancy lighting giving it a golden upscale feel. I'm looking in a glass case at a kit that you buy that will allow you to make your own cream and fruit filled chocolates.

Dream Three: I'm in a restaurant with my best friend, whom I am actually not speaking to right now in waking life. We're sitting down at a table and we've ordered our food but it's going to be a while before it will be ready. There's a girl we both sort of knew in highschool with us, as well as my kids. My kids are getting restless and I am uncomfortable so I decide to take them outside to play while we wait on the food. my best friend, Ambies, decides to come with us even though I don't want her too. I'm too nice to tell her as much though and just bear with it. Outside my kids start drawing with chalk on the sidewalk and I notice that we are at the beach. An ex boyfriend walks by heading in the restaurant, but I ignore him and am relieved he didn't seem to notice and recognize me as I am uncomfortable around him. After a bit, I decide we should go inside to see if our food is ready yet. Inside, I notice that my ex is seated at a table near ours, but am happy to see that where he's sitting my back will be to him so he can't see my face and my hair is very different from when we dated and I doubt he'd recognize me from behind. I sit down, and suddenly he's walking over to our table. He ignores me though, and instead leans over the table with arms and elbows laid out across it and he's talking to my best friend about fixing something. I feel angry because I'm being completely ignored and she's getting the attention that I excepted to get from someone I know. Not that I expected positive attention, I had been expecting him to be an ass, but I still expected some sort of reaction, not being ignored -_-

Dream Four: I am riding in a car with my husband and kids and my mother. We're at the beach, and the lighting is bad, like it's not quite dark or it's very cloudy and overcast. There's water everywhere, everything is flooded. I find it beautiful to see the water rushing over fences and streets and such. My mom is talking about how she can't get to her house because the driveway is flooded. Somehow my car becomes and SUV though and we drive through the flood to her house. Inside her house she's freaking out over needing to get her dogs out of here and to a place where she can get to them to feed them everyday. I walk into the kitchen with her and help her get her dogs out of the kitchen, then I notice a cage with a lizard in it. The lizard is hissing at me, and I notice there's a net around the cage, and a potted plant near the cage is growing up and through the net. I walk out of the room and find my husband in the living room with my mom and an animal control officer. My mom is thanking the animal control lady for helping her rescue her dogs, and then saying that my husband and I will help pay have the cost of their services. My husband agrees and goes along with it, but I'm mad because we're the ones who rescued the dogs not animal control and even if they had been the rescuers, I feel like it's moms responsibility to pay it. Then my husband hasn't got any cash and we're freaking out because we don't know how to pay our "share" that my husband agreed to when we have no money. I wake up.

Tight-Rope

A large group of students slowly makes its way across campus, myself among them. I wish we were moving faster, but my heavy backpack makes it difficult for me to pass anyone. Fortunately, when we reach the courtyard outside of our destination building, a lot of the group stops to socialize--they're not actually committed enough to go all the way up to the destination room. I'm able to pull in front and lead the dozen or so of us who are left.

As we start ascending the stairs, I realize that I don't remember which floor we're going to. It's been a while since this group last met, you see. I ask the people behind me, but they don't remember, either. On a landing halfway between the fourth and fifth floors, the stairs stop, and we'll have to ascend the rest of the way on a tight-rope, with just one other rope at about chest height to hold onto. Then I remember that our floor is the first possible floor above this point. But it's not the fifth floor, because there's a message printed along the bottom of the wall up there that says something like "This is a false door." So we won't be able to go through that one. That means we have a floor and a half of tight-rope walking to do, which is a bit scary but not impossible.

I head out onto the rope, and the group follows me. Halfway to the fifth floor, the girl behind me slips, screams, and throws her arms around me from behind to catch onto the rope in front of me. Her feet are dangling in midair. I just try to hold on as solidly as possible so she can depend upon me for support. She sounds very scared, so I also try to reassure her that it's not very far to the sixth floor, and I start to walk her through getting her feet back under herself. She gets her feet back on the rope, but she needs to get her hands back behind me as well in order for us to advance. I tell her to do it one arm at a time, but it turns out that we're actually holding onto a vertical rope which I'll first need to move behind my own body. So I have to do some balancing of my own, but eventually we manage it and continue on up.

Starting at the fifth floor, there's a four-inch-wide strip of wood running along the walls that we can use to stand on, rather than standing on the tight-rope. It's much easier that way, and without further incident, we arrive in the room on the sixth floor. A couple of old women are waiting for us inside.

Orange Soda

When I open my locker at the gym, I'm surprised to find it stuffed full of soda pop and food. I remember I left that stuff in there a while ago, and since this is only about the second time I've used my gym locker this term, I guess I haven't had time to remove it yet, or even had a chance to remember that it was there. In any case, it's time to start taking this stuff home. My backpack can't fit it all at once, so this will take at least three visits: one for the orange soda, one for the root beer, and one for all the food. In addition to the orange soda, this time I also pack my dream journal. I'm a bit confused that it's there--I've been using it recently, haven't I?--until I remember that I've been carting it back and forth daily using my gym bag. It's high time I took it home permanently.

Suddenly I look around to discover that all of the lights are off. I've been here so long that by now it's after hours and all of the employees are gone. Part of me thinks that this is cool, but another part wonders if an axe murderer hasn't also sneaked in after hours to kill me on my way out the door.

I make it back to my house and announce to Mom that I've brought home a lot of orange soda. We both sit around the coffee table and I start taking it out. The first one I remove is open and half empty. "I forgot some of them were open!" I say. I really hope I haven't spilled soda all over my school things. "I guess all of them were open," I observe, as I take out the rest of the cans. There are several wet spots on my binder from spilled soda, but none larger than a dime.

Under Construction

Taking a shortcut through the math department, I see a giant pile of dirt in one of the hallways. Apparently part of the building is under construction. I follow Prof. S up and down a short staircase that goes around the dirt. Prof. S walks into a classroom. I'm curious what he's doing this late in the evening, so I peek in the windows. It looks like there are a lot of professors and older students in the room--must be some kind of advanced seminar. I decide it's time to get moving again.

08-25-2012 -- [Man, the dreams have been great, recently. And several connected to the dream before, as well. This one was shorter and sweeter, from the two or three hours I slept after waking from the first one of the night and writing it down.]

I am in a high school classroom, and it feels like after lunch, just a couple of periods to go in the day. I have a full schedule of six classes, but for this fifth one, the teacher is out for the day, but instead of one sub, we seem to have three, wandering in and out of the classroom.

I go to take my seat, near the left side of the classroom, toward the front, and find the girl at the desk behind me has a ton of stuff spread everywhere, and in my way. I start picking up some of her stuff and moving it neatly under her desk, instead of spread out over mine, so I can sit down. A couple of the other students are asking me why I insist on sitting there, anyway. I have no idea why, it is just where I always sit.

One sub is an earnest sort of guy, vaguely interesting. Another is kind of like Mr. Ingrassi, and is thought of as mean and unfriendly. [Though I personally found Ingrassi to be a great guy. When he subbed in one of my classes back in Junior High and someone peeled up a piece of worn floor tile and chucked it at the back of my head, he told the guy off, sent me to the nurse, and we became friends.] The third, I was shocked to find out, was Jennifer from the Adventurers Club.

Suddenly she is in the room, talking to us about WW II, and relating a great personal anecdote, except I know she is nowhere near old enough to have a personal story from that war. All the students like her, but after class ends, I overhear her talking to a woman about how uncomfortable she is, and how she is not ready for this yet. The woman reminds her she was warned at the meeting in the Adventurers Club (in the dream Murder at the Adventurers Club, which should be the one above this in my dream journal) that she could be thrown in front of a class this quickly, if they needed her. I am amazed with how nervous she was that it didn't show, but after all, she is an actress.

Anyway, I head back to the classroom for the sixth class of the day, and it is the same classroom, and another substitute. Some of the other students are worried that Jennifer disappeared, and are asking about her, and the sub tells them not to worry about things that are not their concern. Not helpful at all. I tell them she is fine, but is barely getting started on her teaching career.

The teacher is disappointed about how dirty the classroom is, and is assigning chores for us to clean the place up. He assigns six or seven other students to other tasks before he tells me to weed the floor. I glance down, and there are indeed tufts of weed pushing through the tile floor here and there. As I bend down to start pulling weeds, and he assigns another student to walk the class dog, Roxie and Patches come running up to me and barking and licking me.

I think fast, and figure with a sub I can make an excuse about the dogs being friends of the class dog, but in truth I have no idea why they are here. I grab them both by their collars and start to drag them from the room, and the sub tells me he would normally be upset, but the teacher had left a note about dogs in the classroom. I say nothing, but know these dogs were not the ones the note was about.

My first thought was to stick the dogs in my car until this last class finished and I could drive them home, but I realize even with the window cracked, I can't do that to them in this heat. I am approaching the car, which at first seems to be my Galant, but both the truck and the hood are open, and I am afraid somebody has broken in and robbed me. I also wonder if the dogs snuck into the car, and somebody breaking in is how they got to the school in the first place.

But as I get closer to the car it is becoming larger and larger until it is about the size of a mobile home, and I find a bunch of people inside. It is filled with the various people who are always visiting at Rosemary's house, all the folks who annoy me so much. The air is running full blast, and they are playing some sort of odd football game inside my new vehicle! I find out the dogs had accompanied Shannon or the oldish, white haired guy, and then went running out to find me when they opened the doors to have more room for the game.

It seems they helped bring the vehicle here, and saw no reason they couldn't stay and play games in it while I finished my last class of the day. I don't like it, and feel they are wasting my gas running the air so much with all the doors open, but I am willing to put up with it for one day, since they did help bring it here. But when they indicate that they plan to be 'camping out' in it everyday, and one heavy black girl starts yelling about how I am so selfish in one of those hood-style fashions, I have had enough, and order them all out. Talk about taking things too far! I push them out and start back across the street to the classroom.

I never manage to get there. As I approach the corner (I'm kitty-corner across from the classroom) one of those crane-like vehicles with the basket for changing street lights and such comes rolling by. It is getting very dark, its lights aren't on, and it seems somehow it has come to life, and is trying to run people down.

I'm not too worried or excited, but I do have to make my way through the now panicking crowds across the first street (classroom is on the NE corner, I started on the SW corner, and first crossed to the NW corner). Before I can move across to the second street I am approached by a nicely dressed young guy who seems quite conservative in dress. I bump into him, and somehow knock off a hat or controlling wig, and suddenly he has waist-length hair hanging down his back. I now recognize him as Maddie's boyfriend from Facebook, and somehow he was trapped into being something he was not, and by releasing his hair I have freed him to be himself again. He is very happy.

[I have no problem with guys with long hair, and don't think there is anything wrong with it, but you have to admit that in current times such long hair is not considered a conservative trait. No idea where that part of the dream came from.]

I only remember two short, not very detailed dreams from last night. Blah.

DREAM #1:

I’m in a train station. I think I’m trying to figure out what train I’m supposed to be on but I can’t figure it out. Or I miss the train. Something along those lines. This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dream about missing a train, being on the wrong train, etc.

DREAM #2:

I’m at a grocery store, and I’m trying to buy my groceries. I’m trying to use my debit card to pay for my groceries, but I find out I don’t have enough money on it. I have a separate ATM card for my savings account, and for some reason I think I can use that to pay, but I can’t. I feel disappointed and realize I’ll have to put back all the groceries I was going to buy.