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Haven't posted a few sleeps as nothing was new really. One thing that didn't change was no sleep in the afternoon. I was scared my body would start adapting to a biphasic schedule with too short times. Luckily, on day 4, I managed to fall asleep! So, I can see myself crossing that barrier of napping potential. Hopefully within a few days to a week I will be adapted enough to be back to normal awareness. Plus, I will be less sleep deprived with 4.5 hours of sleep than 3.

Okay, so I had fell asleep on my couch watching River Monsters with my big bro around 12am. Woke up at 4:40am (had a lot of dreams within that time) and then went back to sleep in my own bed so it was a bit of an accidental WBTB. xD In the time after I went back to sleep I had many other dreams but I suppose I will mainly focus on the 2 lucid parts:

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April 6th, 2012

Dream 1:

It’s the middle of the night and I keep hearing sounds around my room as I'm laying in bed. At first I hear creaking, as if it’s maybe just pipes in the walls but now it sounds distinctly from floor boards. I make out, now listening more intently and suspiciously, about 3 thump/knocks that sound like footsteps. {reflecting back these were probably hypnagogic hallucinations that I've experience only once before that I remember} I sit up in bed and look around. Through the darkness I can see a dark mass between the foot of my bed and the door that leads out to the hall. It’s 2-3 feet in length and laying on the floor seemingly face first. I’m fairly certain I recognize it as the upper portion of a mannequin but without the head. I think back to watching play-throughs of the game Amnesia with my best mate on Youtube. :[



They’re creepy as f*ck, so I freak the f*ck out a bit (go watch a vid and you’ll understand). XD I rush to turn on my lamp (my beloved cat lamp I’ve had since I was an infant) on my night stand while trying to look over my extended right arm to keep an eye on the shadowy mannequin man torso. It won’t turn on! D: [Not certain if I remember this consciously within the dream, but I’ve had a nightmare or 2 before in which that same ‘rescue/safety light’ refused to turn on]. Whatever the reason, I become semi-aware that I’m dreaming, but am still panicked. I get up out of my bed to get to the front door [for some reason I just had to]. I can’t remember quite clearly, but it was like I had to literally push through confusion and fear to get down stairs. Once there, I become fully aware I’m dreaming and remember the stabilization technique I had read right before I fell asleep almost immediately. I rub my hands together, ignoring my breathing this time*. I then crouch down and rub my hands on the hardwood floor. A new feeling of peace comes as all the panic and fear subsides. I look about a bit: It’s morning. Soft, early sunshine bathes the floor, shining in through a study’s windows to my left. In front of me, the light blue of the sky beyond is meshed with the green of leaves through the front door’s vertical oval, beveled window. I unlock and then slowly open it.
Everything’s as it normally is but—so much more beautiful! I take a seat on the front porch with my legs resting on the second step descending down from it. I look toward the bushes on my right. There are these butterflies capering next to the bush, but they’re unlike any I’ve ever seen. They have a set of 3-4inch wings, pointed at the tips. The wings a so large I don’t see a body between them. The wings are yellow as well, no designs on them at all, just a solid almost glowing lemon yellow. There are maybe 3-5 of them present.

I’m hesitant at first (wondering if they bite) but I reach my right hand out toward them to see if one might want a perch. I was about to touch one when it fluttered back onto a branch of the bush, somehow folding its wings to become an alien-like. It’s more of a ring with green sprouts coming out of the hollow center and many shades of green. It’s fascinating..

Dream 2:

I’m in an unfinished, but well lit, basement with that same best mate I mentioned in the prior dream. We’re casually walking and having a conversation. She’s in the middle of saying something to me when I see something out of the corner of my eye appear and I tell her to hold that thought. I look at the grey cement walls and see that they have beautiful paintings on them (not sure what media but probably spray paint). It’s all in black except for a thick, solid, opaque red line ricocheting about the full-walled scene. I see a stern looking older gentleman frowning and standing with his hands to his sides. He looks to be a military officer in uniform from WWII. I believe him to be a general because he sports a captain’s visor cap and looks experienced. I at first think him also to be Nazi be his uniform bears no marking to affirm this speculation. I walk over to where the opposite wall deepens to form an interrupting corner-like alcove. (See pic) [I CAN draw but am too lazy to now, don’t judge me! ><]



I realize that I am dreaming when I touch the small adjoining wall (shown in grey). I then rub my hands together, feeling the warmth and then the smooth epoxy floor.* I then calm myself and concentrate, putting both hands on the wall. It shifts for a moment, almost like it rotates, and then returns to normal and all is stabilized! [Bi-winning!! >:3] I walk over to examine paintings hanging on the wall directly to my left. They’re all beautiful like mister general but the first one I see is this one with a grey blue gas mask, turned to show only its left side, ink outlined in black. There is a flat black, fall out-like scene behind it. A cylinder shaped water tower can be seen in the distance. It’s beige-grey with red water color shading. I study intently, with the intention of recreating this in real life, but there’s so much detail to take in! Turning to the small segment of wall on my right again, I see a painting with 3-4 consecutive rolling rills with a singular road arcing along each one from background to foreground. It’s all black and white. I look closer and then see a shock-blue colored, 1940s car with a vertically barred grill come speeding along the road from the distance, over the hills and then right in front of my face and stops. It surprisingly doesn’t scare me at all, only intrigues me further..

Alright! First entry online! Anywho, I fell asleep accidentally on my bed and then woke up around 5am. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, put in my contacts, and then went back to bed. So pretty much an accidental Wake Back To Sleep. Oops. Owo This was the third lucid dream I’ve ever had ever, even though it was unfortunately short lived. Hope whoever might read this is able to learn something or at least be mildly entertained. :3
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April 5th, 2012

Dream 1:

I’m in my parents’ room in our first house. I’m sitting to one side of the bed while random members of my Lit class are just chilling amongst its untidy sheets. {really strange scenario I know but my mind isn’t that dirty, I promise} [We’re treating the TV like the projector screen] and it’s just a really laid back version {literally} of our real life class. [...]

Dream 2:

I’m hanging out with this group of other teens [some of which I know (?)] in a house, presumably one of theirs. Eminem is there. It turns out it’s his house [though I believe one of the others in the group is his daughter]. He gets angry and chases us out of the garage. It’s day time outside and we run down this side walk that’s parallel to the right side of the house (when looking at it from the front) and about 15 ft away from the building. Bushes on either side (about 3 and a half feet tall) make it form a sort of alley. (see quickly etched Paint pic) 


Others are running ahead of me and I can hear them gleefully fleeing. I turn behind me to see Slim shady lumbering toward me with all the grace and friendliness of a hungry yeti . He’s bare-headed (short, straw-colored hair showing). His blue eyes {which a google image search now reveals to be accurate} are fixed aggressively forward. {Disclaimer: I love Slim, but listen to his old free styles and tell me he can’t be awesomely scary sometimes!}



I stumble backward and to my right, falling back into the bush some. I feel pricks along my right back side. I realize now that these are rose bushes. He’s almost on me. I’m wondering which creative way he’ll kill me. Squinting, I start raising my fearful, open palms, bracing for the worst. I think “OhGod OhGod—NOooo!!!....Hn?” . He strides straight past me, eyes glaring onward still. I figure that he’s going after the boys of the group and breathe a sigh of relief. {which in retrospect sounds quite selfish but hey, I don’t have the out run the bear, just be looking to cute to maul to death }

I see some of my friends (really a menagerie of acquaintances in real life and strangers) a ways down a short grassy hill just past the bushes across from me (which aren’t all rose bushes like on the opposing side I’m on). I start to walk towards them but as I try to move forward I feel a tugging in my inner right leg just above the knee. Something’s holding me back. I look down: a light green rose stem with dark red/purple thorns has stabbed into my leg. One of the thorns stuck in me is particularly large and hooked. I try twisting the stem with both hands to break free of the bush, being careful to avoid touching the other thorns. The stem is thin but flexible and the fibers aren’t easy to rip. I see a boy from my lit class {again no idea why Lit class is all over my mind O_o’} at the bottom of that short hill in front of me about 30 feet away. He has a large silver knife in his left hand [he seems to be just playing with it, waving it about]. I ask him to bring me his knife to help cut me loose. He either can’t hear me or just acts like he can’t. Either way, it pisses me off. I finally tear the stem, freeing myself, walk around/through the opposing normal bushes and then hobble down the hill into this shallow bunker (golf sand bunker) where him and others are standing. I limp over to him and, glaring angrily into his face, sharply say these exact words, “You. Are the most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day!” {Disclaimer: I don’t use the word “retarted” like that in real life, so please pardon dream me if offended}. He’s not very effected [maybe even still smirking]. {Perma-trolls, what can ya do?}

I then flop backward onto the slightly damp sand so that I’m [laying/sitting] with my knees up. One of the group helps pullout the substantial stem slowly out of my right leg, and I wince at the pain but then act as if it doesn’t hurt like a mother.

It’s apparently time to go, and the other s start to walk away. I stand up to follow them, but trip and fall. I find this to be uncharacteristically clumsy of me but then remember as an excuse “Oh yeah that’s right, that’s because I’m underwater”. I pause after that thought and think, “Waaait..What?? No I’m not!”. I then look up at the sky. It’s a pretty aqua blue with a cluster of puffy white clouds. In the center of this cluster is a collection of thin clouds that appear to form the outline of a face. It kind of looks like a samarai mask.
I then attempt to follow the logic of my situation: “Okay, so I told him that he’s the ‘most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day’ but..who else HAVE I met today?..and why would I think I’m under water? And why is there a face in the sky?? And—wait..I’m dreaming!”



I then try to suppress my elation and concentrate. I think, “Okay! Okay! Now just calm down concentrate on breathing”, as I continue looking up at the formation of clouds. I try evening out my breaths but the clouds surrounding the face start to swirl counterclockwise and I’m losing hold of the dream quickly. My last thought is, “Take me to the Dream Academy!”, but then my vision whites out, then goes black, and I wake up. SO CLOSE! DX

I am trapped in the Antarctic, the lower half of my body encased in a block of ice. Somehow I enlist the help of two penguins to help peck the ice until I am free. Eventually, I get my entire body out and continue my mission.

I reach a lake area abundant in cliffs and retrieve my hang-gliding equipment from my backpack. With the equipment in place, I prepare myself for a powerful gust of wind to lift me. I begin running, and at just the right time I jump, taking flight. I soar several metres above the ground, and the incredible winds keep me in the air for what seems to be a miraculous amount of time. I glide to the cliffs and stop to look at my surroundings, only to take off immediately after towards and across the small lake. As I am gliding, I notice two women on the ground. I manoeuvre my way towards them and stop right at their side.

The women are dressed in short brown dresses, and I wonder how it is that they are able to handle the cold (I am quickly reminded of a man who was able to increase his body temperature through meditation, and think that the women must do the same). They tell me they are part of a tribe that is currently situated across the hills, and they were sent to investigate the large flying animal they saw above the lake. Relieved that what they thought to be some kind of monster is only me, they invite me to their tribe to eat with them.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

I strode through the vast, aged parking lot with purpose. I had something important to do, and not a lot of time to do it. As I looked at one of the ugly trucks parked in a space about one hundred feet away, I realized none of it was real.
"Okay. If...No. Since, I AM dreaming, that means I don't have to do whatever it was. Which, I really don't know what it was anyway,"I said aloud, taking in the bleak, almost grey surroundings. As close to being annoyed as I can in a dream, I muttered that it was pathetic that I would actually design such a boring place.
"There is absolutely nothing here that would interest me in--
"...Ah..."
There, standing next to a manhole, was Aquaman. Except his hair was this murky brown.
"I must have been on the internet too long...I don't even like this guy,"I muttered.
Because I am...uh...not as nice in my dreams, I decided to accompany him to amuse myself.
"Should he do something foolish or idiotic, it will be fun to watch,"was my reasoning.
WHY AM I SO MEAN IN MY Lucid DREAMS?!
I lazily strolled over to him and exclaimed,"I'm coming with you."
Aquaman opened his mouth to speak and I continued,"You can say 'No', but that would not be wise. Considering how utterly worthless you are, it would be in your best interests if I...accompany you."
Seriously! Why is that I clearly remember those cruel things I said?! I swear, people. I'm not actually calculating or evil in real life. But, I really don't like Aquaman. Sorry, fans.
He nodded and we jumped down the manhole.
...Yeah, so anyways, we landed in a vast sewer. Maybe it's just me, but aren't those things supposed to be really small? Because I could swim in this thing for some reason. Luckily, we weren't swimming in fecal matter--I would never do something like that to me. As we went under and I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to worry about drowning--since, you know, it wasn't real--I noticed that Aquaman's hair had turned his normal blond.
Or yellow.
We swam in silence as I wondered why he needed to go into the sewers. I tried making small talk, but I guess DCs in my imagination aren't much for conversation either. Either that or he thought I was a b*tch.
Actually, it was probably option two.
Anyways, I managed to get him to tell me he was searching for a golden haired woman with porcelain white skin. Supposedly some sort of reincarnated sea goddess...
My hopes of a long and possibly interesting conversation dashed entirely, I continued to swim with him deeper and deeper in the water.
Absurdly spacious sewer indeed!
All of a sudden, I saw the most beautiful woman swim towards us. Was she the golden haired goddess that my new found lackey friend had long searched for?
Judging by the relief on Aquaman's face, she was. What a beautiful woman, though.
When I get the chance, I'll draw a picture of what she looked like.
In any case, my adventure was over. Now next time, I'd like a dream where I teach a kitten how to talk--and this time it had better be a lucid!

Uh, the end. Because I woke up.

• Noelle and i are at a movie theater. We had just finished watching one movie and another is about to start. This one stars NPH and another actor I like, but ends up being really bad.
• a book of drawings
• a bunch of people dancing to that "ah skeet skeet" song in a line dance format

• Adam, Diana, and Joel al come to visit me at the same time, which is unfortunate becuase they do not get along.
• I am practicing dancing on a stripper pole.
• Being chased by a wolf.
• Books set in a Victorian era.

Last night was a bit of a blur. I woke up a lot (to go pee, yay, bladder infection) and dreamt quite a bit but just this main bit is still fresh in my memory, kinda:

I'm in the bedroom of Lynn, one of my besties, but in the dream we're dating. I feel a bit awkward about it. I'm sleeping over at her place and I have to go pee in the middle of the night, return but I take the wrong door because it's a big student dorm and all doors look alike. I end up in Juanitos bed and start snuggling, then realizing it's not Lynn and say:" woops!" I go back to Lynns and we're just talking.. And suddenly this big bird comes pecking at the ceiling window and manages to get in, because the window was half open. It starts hurting us with its beak and we scream and we manage to kick the bird out of the room. Apparently the bird was Laurent, someone I went out with once, and he shapeshifted in that big bird. He looks very awful, as if he's run into a big group of dogs and they bit his clothes to pieces. We went back to the dorm but I feel really weary. Suddenly there's a dove at the window and I think: "oh no, this time you won't get in." so I push the dove away. Then a third time there's something at the window trying to enter so I give it a huge shove, then realizing it was Evelynn, an old friend. I feel horrible and go downstairs. It's daytime now and there are a lot of people; there's some sort of party going on. Evelynns family is there as well. I keep searching for her but I can't find her. I tell my mom and I start sobbing uncontrollably.

I was on a fancy train that had several rooms, kind of like the train in Harry Potter, but bigger, since the rooms had beds. There was a girl on the train who I knew was evil (despite the fact that she was only about 6). I knew I had to get off the train somehow. I tried to trick the girl into thinking an M&M was a bomb, and left it on a window. Then I appeared outside the train, hanging off the top, and the train was inside a tunnel. Then the dream skips a bit and I'm in the room I started in again, hiding behind the bed from the girl. Then the bed disappears and there was a puzzle on the ground. A bunch of other people were now in the room, putting pencils and pens into the puzzle, as if they were peices.

Distracted Lucidity

I wake up, and realize that I am dreaming. I do a nose pinch RC to be sure, and I can breathe. I walk out into the sunroom, and think about what I should do. I think about visiting the first part of my latest dream/computer game, and I may or may not do so. If I do, I find myself in the white room in which it begins. Or I may still be in the sunroom. Anyway, I decide to leave the room by breaking through the window. I am a little surprised at how easily I do this, and I find myself outside on a starry night. I know I ought to do a bit of work on testing my game, but I get distracted looking up into the night sky. There is something almost irresistable about the expanse of stars, and I have an urge to fly into space. I spend the rest of the dream trying to do this. At one point, I think maybe I should fly closer to the ground, remembering that in other LD's this helped to stabilize things.

Normal Dream
Lucid Dream

Night 28

First time I had 3 LD's in one night, they were all incredibly short though, but I'm not complaining .

I. School is just letting out and I am walking down the hallway, it is very packed, and I turn around because I think I forgot something of mine. As I am walking back the vice-principle stops me and starts yelling at me for punching a locker and denting it. I did not hit a locker so I was upset when he was all in my face, I start arguing with him, and I remember showing him my knuckles and like "See, my hands are not even sore or red, I did not do it.". At this point, I think he knows he was wrong because he stops arguing and kinda like puts his head down in shame. I let out an aggravated sigh and walk past him. It was right here where I just stopped and was like, "Wait a minute, what am I doing? This is a dream.", and I do a RC and it works. I turned back around and seen a girl I knew from school and I walk up to her and say hi, but the dream start to fade already, and I was rubbing my hands together but the dream ended.

II. I was at a birthday party, it was at my house, and I remember walking around to my back deck where all the kids were playing at. The adults were there just talking, and somehow I just told myself that I was dreaming, I did a RC and it worked again. As soon as I become lucid, the dream starts to fade again, so I rub my hands but I wake up anyway.

III. This is a DEILD from the last LD. So I woke up, and laid completely still and tried to fall back to sleep into the dream. Next thing I know, I am right back on the deck with everyone, and I instantly know that I am dreaming. The dream was not fading this time so I was happy, so I walk out into my lawn and look up at the sky, I noticed it was night this time around while the previous dream was in the day. I was looking at the moon and I wanted to fly, I jump up in to the air and see myself flying, it worked! I started going into the air, but from the general excitement and relief that it was working, the dream started to fade. There was nothing I could do, next thing I know the dream was over.

IV. Some dream about an amusement park and some airport runway. I hardly remember it.

Dream Fragment - "Porn of whatever guy wanted to watch porn of me??"

Fun With Mirrors [DILD]

I'm swimming at a really old friend C's house but constantly being interrupted by his family for stuff, though I don't remember exactly what now. His family was apparently unending because I kept meeting new people every time I was interrupted. I was really high and drunk apparently and just exhausted, and I was getting some weird effect where it sounded like my ears were surrounded by bubbles and all sounds were very distant and distorted. I decided to go home. Some kid stopped me on the way out and was asking me for something but I couldn't tell what he was saying, but finally I realized he was asking for the jellybeans I just happened to be holding. I gave them to him, then picked up a box of nachos Lunchables out of the trash thinking that this is what I'd been looking for the whole time, but was saddened to discover that all the food had already been half-eaten. :C As I head out the front door of the house my hearing is returning, and I notice that my car is gone. I'm really confused and distressed, and some little girls run out of the house to me complaining about something that Cleveland (from Family Guy and then The Cleveland Show) did, and I tried to figure out what they were talking about but couldn't, but then I suddenly became lucid. I walked back inside the house and there was a cop walking around, and he said something to me but I can't remember what now. I saw my mom sitting on a stool in the kitchen, and next to her was a mirror. I walked up to it and looked in it and it was amazingly accurate. Mirrors are usually really wrong for me in dreams. I decided to conjure up another mirror by turning around and just expecting it to be on the kitchen counter. I picked it up and as I looked up there was a third, even bigger mirror so I walked up and faced the mirror I was holding to it to create that effect were you can see the mirrors endlessly repeating. It looked like it worked but it also made the dream turn really fuzzy really fast, so I stopped and looked away. I turned around and it was too quiet, so I yelled "Say something!" My mom looked at me and said "Cool!" with this over-exaggerated smile on her face. I smirked and walked off calling for this girl L I knew in high school to appear, and it took a while and a bunch of incorrect DCs but she finally did. I'm not sure why I thought of her. She started talking to me, but the dream got really unstable and faded.

False Awakening - I wake up in bed and I'm facing the wall that would be to my left if I was facing up. Without changing position, I reached out and grabbed my phone and started typing up my dream, and then I felt someone else moving in bed and I could tell it was a guy. I had a sense that it was N, who had spent the night here but was sleeping on big bed-like pillow in the living room. I got really paranoid, and then I felt a hand get placed on my left shoulder by someone who I could tell was another separate entity, and I perceived them as my dad. He said to me "You really should try using the stairwell.", and I was so confused and a bit frightened, but then I woke up for real.

4-6-12

Okay, so I stay up until 5 o'clock in the morning chatting because it's Good Friday and I can sleep in.
I set my alarm to ten, planning to wake up to it, re-set it for eleven, and try to have a MILD.
It worked... for the first half. I dreamed something about being at my Church's old location, but I only remember one clip from near the end: standing facing west in the foyer and wondering who a certain black-haired little girl was. She almost looked anime-ish, but... nah. To realistic, not big enough eyes. :/
Anyways, I woke up at ten and tried to cause a MILD by repeatedly telling myself (mentally) that when I fell asleep and dreamed I would walk up to the girl and ask her what her name was.
Fail.
Nothing.
Well, you can't win them all, I guess.

04.06.2012

Kaomea & Tye Dye Blue Shirts, Ophelia's Twin Sister, Wrong Prescription...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remembered at least 3 dreams from the WBTB, but I decided,

"Oh, let me just doze off again for a few minutes, no biggie!" Forgot most of them now, except one. I still have a lingering experience from it.

Dream 1: Kaomea &Tye Dye Blue Shirts....(DILD)

Spoiler for Speculation and Insight:

I remember being lucid in this dream, because I remembered one experience from it....trying to jump from a high level (if I jumped from a high level in a non-lucid, I would either have it faded away, or somehow feel something). I never knew something so small as that would contribute to collecting my recall again!

I almost gave up trying to remember bits of this dream to be honest with you.

Honestly, from that same experience of feeling as if I was going to crash to the ground really helped with remembering this dream, most of it, at least.

So I'll be focusing on my feelings more, because that's going to help when I'm on the borderline between giving up and saying I don't remember anything, and still trying to find a small snippet.

I do a nose plug RC somewhere in this dream, and just saying, "I'm dreaming..." a few times. Then after I stabilized for a little while, I believed I could start running fast to find Kaomea.

"Okay...let's do this!"

I started to dash towards some gray wide road, and then I see that I'm at a high level somewhere, and I needed to land.

I go back a few feet away from the ledge, then I started to run as fast as I could and tried to jump far. I did a regular dash jump, and was feeling myself floating down.

This was a moment where I thought I would lose lucidity, I tried my best to accept that I was dreaming as a means to keep stable , and looking at the ground still made me have brief moments of predicting how it would feel to land, including thinking about a horrible landing...

Throughout the process of jumping from this high ledge, I believe I was rotating my arms in a weird motion, probably my attempt to fly or something. I landed safely, still feeling that rush from jumping from a high ledge.

The environment....I remember it looking as if it was going to rain....the sky....it was light gray....and I see this weird looking building in front of me.

I want to say it was probably a pyramid/temple....it looked a bit old (go figure...), it was dark gold I think, a little dirty and all.

(Maybe it was a desert....maybe it was a construction zone...I don't remember, but I do remember another lingering experience after this).

I believe I jump on top of this abnormal pyramid structure, and I go inside some dark hole on the top of it. I land and find myself in an area where there was several light blue shirts, kind of like tye dye shirts, but with just various shades of blue.

There were these stationary clothes hangers with some plastic chest torso bodies like they're being put up for display.

As far as lucidity goes, that's all I can remember for this dream. I did remember seeing a lady in red, and I would love to admit that it could've been Kaomea.

Maybe she (or some other DC that probably looked like her...I don' know...) told me to go somewhere because we both to take care of a few things, but I'll just have to leave this dream for speculation, or wait until Kaomea makes an entry of a somewhat similar encounter.

Just didn't want to give up on the bits that I remembered...

Dream 2: OpheliaBlue's Twin Sister

My whole experience of this dream was sort of hazy. I believe I'm sitting down near the edge of some high building, and there's a few people there as well.

I see OpheliaBlue, she's wearing blue jeans and a a semi-transparent shirt that has this mix of dark pink and diluted red to it. Her hair is most likely black, and it was bundled up into curls, like one of her photos I've seen in a thread. >.>

Anyway, she tells me that I should come with her to see her sister perform some unique talent of hers, I think it was balancing plates with thin light brown sticks, something like that.

I acknowledge her response to me and get up, but it's taking a little bit for me to stand up completely. After she started to walk a little bit, I felt like I should rest again on the floor.

I motioned a "Give me a moment's rest" type of action to Ophelia.

I laid down to my side, my body feels so tired and weak. I look at the ground for a little bit, seeing the little bumps on each tile of the flooring outside of this building. Then I look at what's in front of me, and I see the edge, and I'm awfully close to it.

And the floor outside of this building I'm resting on is slightly slanted, and I didn't want to roll all the way down there, because it felt like I was at a really high elevation.

So I get my left hand and make a fist to the ground to help with getting up, I managed to extend my left arm to where it forms a slanted L shape, but I can't get up.

I believe I rolled to my side to look where Ophelia's going, but here's the part that was really confusing to me.

She told me her sister would come, but to me, it looked like she had twin sisters, or I'm seeing another image of her.

Ophelia has the black hair, and the other person that is probably her twin sister has her hair dyed red, with a few traces of black.

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 3: Wrong Prescription

I riding my bicycle near some parking toll booth entrance. In my hand, I was showing the person inside the booth about a wrong prescription apparently.

I guess they analyze and do customer service with pharmacy related issues as well.

The lady was asking me a few questions, and I told her that I never opened the bottle before.

Then for some odd reason, I open it, and take a pill, but I didn't swallow it immediately. I let my tongue make various forms around it, and it tasted a little bit like any regular hard capsule vitamin/pill.

Then I realized what I did, felt depressed, and said,

"Never mind........"