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Spent tonight trying to WILD, my recall suffered a little because of this I'm guessing.

11:15am

I practiced detaching my mind from my body, I have trouble doing it so I thought I could practice before going to sleep. I noticed some really strange things happening... I don't mean to come off as spiritual or anything I'm just describing what i experienced.. I would fade in an out between a point where I couldn't keep my thoughts quiet and relaxation and disconnected from my body (as in not concerned about external senses) at one point I saw something on a shelf and went to pick it up, and got quite a shock because it was my dream hand!

It made me realize how close being awake and dreaming is, I think it was definitely progress ;D

Chase
I can barely remember this dream and I'm basically writing what is written with a few added things I can remember. I'm driving, with the cast from criminal minds as passengers, this area was closed off for the valentines public holiday (?) I turn around and see its raining. someone is still working here, a teenage girl. we go to a crime scene. someone takes off starting a chase. we go into an odd-shaped room. there is a window and I go out to see a pool with stained timber decking, and someone asking about my sister and how much she has grown.

Fragment: Something about loads of urns.. some fat guy in a blue shirt was there.. i think his name was luke.

2:50am

woke up right after a dream... not sure which one it was or even if i remember it. tried to WILD, failed.

Barf
I'm at my house. I have some ice cream and realize I didn't save any for my sister and uncle (?) I the ice cream that was left over, and put in some jelly looking stuff, some sprinkles and for some reason I was straining pasta and all this water went into the ice cream... I looked at what I had made... then threw them away

8:30am
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3:30pm

Went for a nap to try WILD again. failed. managed to remember a dream though ;D

Unoriginal
I'm at the mall down the road. I remember wearing a blue shirt I got from EB Games. I was waiting in line for something (where shingle inn should be not sure if that's where I was) I noticed more and more people wearing blue shirts.. I noticed a friend of mine was wearing one too, I got out of the line and said hi to him

I'm on a roll with lucids lately! This night turned out to be more interesting than I had anticipated. (Not that I suppose I ever expect certain things out of my dreams....) I smoked a bowl of wormwood before going to bed so I'm sure that helped, though it's hard to say because I've never used it before. But anyway, on with the dreams!

#1 - Hijacked House Party

The dream starts with my parents and I having moved into some enormous new house that looks like only extremely rich people could possibly live there. There was a good amount of time in-dream spent with me wandering around the house checking things out, but most of it I don't remember other than sliding around the floor in one room because it had a smooth wooden flooring (like a school gym or something?) and two gigantic TVs, one on each side. I saw my dad walking around in the room next to me and overheard that my mom was going somewhere and saw them go outside, so I went outside through the other door in the room I was in (there were two front doors right next to each other ) to say goodbye to her. After she drives off I walk back inside to find that there's a party going on with loads of people over. :O I walk around and go to one corner of the room where some people are talking about a new Pokémon game pre-release. There are a bunch of (imaginary) Pokémon games on the floor and I point out that the one they're talking about now being "pre"-released I've already had for a long time, as well as a bunch of these other games. They just brush me off and keep talking, and I pick up one of the games and pull a Game Boy Advance out of thin air and put it in. I believe it was at this point I became lucid, it's hard to remember exactly (but I'll get to that). I'm walking around the party watching the game load up and laughing because it's happening so terribly, it doesn't even remotely work correctly. Eventually I just drop the GBA out of my line of sight, never to be seen again, and start focusing on my surroundings. I tried to stabilize by looking at a table with an interesting oak pattern on it and touching it to see how real it felt. After that I started listening in on conversations and heard that the party was being thrown by this girl D who I went to high school with. I decide to shift the attention to myself so I change everyone's perception of me to D (I don't think there was any actual shapeshifting involved accept maybe some clothes switching, everyone just suddenly saw me as her) and they all started complimenting me on having such a great party. (This actually made me sad when I woke up because she died of a drug overdose not that long ago, but I didn't remember it in the dream.... ) After that I woke up.

Or so I thought. I'm in bed in the middle of the night and I still have the perception that my house is the huge rich house we moved into, but my room seems otherwise normal. I open up my phone to start typing up notes about the dream but music keeps mysteriously turning on and getting louder each time so I have to get up and turn it off or it'll wake up my parents. Whenever I would get up I would notice there were a bunch of strange things and gadgets in my room that were not normally there, like a camera aimed directly at my bed. However, of course, it didn't clue me in to anything and I brushed it off. -.- Then I actually woke up, cursing myself for not doing RCs whenever I wake up, and almost entirely forgetting the dream. Luckily I managed to get it back, obviously, but it's still kind of faint in my memory.

#2 - Crazy Food Fight

This one I remember less of, just some key details. There was some kid trying to take over the world, we found him in a bank where we broke into a vault and discovered a restaurant in it. We sat down and started eating with him, but then it broke out into a food fight, then a fight where we were just throwing anything we could find, then half way down the line it turned into a third-person view of a really crazy Dragon Ball Z fight. The kid had both of his legs blown off, but he pressed some button that allowed him to escape and left Goku and Vegeta to train for several years while they awaited his return.

I have no idea where that came from, I never watched Dragon Ball Z and I haven't even thought about it in at least months.

#3 - Exploring The New House

I'm back in the new house we moved into from the first dream and I'm exploring it some more. I remember this one sort of in snippets. First I in my parents' bedroom at night and my mom was sleeping, and we discovered that there was a family of teacup pigs that lived in that bedroom. They were so cute!! Next was during the day some time and we were having a close friends and family party. Still in my parents' bedroom, Hammond Druthers from How I Met Your Mother (Bryan Cranston! ) couldn't stop marveling at how amazing the bed was. I walked out into the kitchen and found a cat who was apparently left by the previous owner, Lady Gaga. (We're living in Lady Gaga's house!! ) The cat was fat but cuddly and loving, he didn't mind that I just held him for a long time. :3 In a rare case of me actually remembering other senses from non-lucid dreams, I can distinctly recall how fluffy he felt. Though it did disturb me a bit that we seemed to have left our old cats (one of whom is actually not with us anymore in real life) behind at our old house too. :\ I went and found my dad to talk to him about it and some kids kept following us everywhere and making it hard for us to have a private conversation, but we finally managed to ditch them. I don't remember what my dad said, but I think it revolved around us just leaving the cats behind. T-T Heartless! (Though I guess that's what Lady Gaga did, too. >_>) I went walking back out in the kitchen, which I'm pretty sure was a separate kitchen from before, and talked to some family members briefly before wandering down another new hallway. The kids from before followed me down there and tried to attack me! They had these Q-Tips that would apparently give you an ear infection if they were put inside your ear, and they were trying to use them on me. I managed to overpower them and stuck one inside both ears of the first kid and one of the second, then it became a third-person view of some kid named Crush, those two kids, and a couple other random kids. They were still in the hall but it became dark and trailed off into oblivion and apparently a portal to hell opened up. Everything went monochrome and the kids all started hanging on to these ancient-looking stone columns which had appeared on the walls of the hall to resist being pulled in. Demons were manifesting from the portal and reaching out toward them, but none of the kids seemed frightened except Crush. They all tried to get him to look at the demons and called him a scaredy cat when he wouldnt, but then finally one of the kids left to turn on the lights and it all disappeared. Next, the two kids who attacked me were sitting under a tent in front of an empty grave dug in sand on the beach of the jungle. Another kid with a tribal look and a heavy African accent emerged from the foliage and told them that they needed to get Crush and tell him to go to some area and do something (the details of which I've totally forgotten) so that he can complete his destiny. They begrudgingly agree to do it, but it seems like they may be plotting something against him because they clearly don't like him, and I think they blame him for the ear infection thing. After that I woke up.

What is going on with my mind and this jungle?? I need to get lucid in it again and explore it more fully.

Last Nights Dream

Last night I had sleep paralysis again which took me into a lucid dream but I couldn't see , I try to imagine people and they slowly appear but then they go again, then I imagine someone poking me and I can feel myself being poked ((no rude cracks please lol)) but I can't see them. I now wake up and I'm in sleep paralysis again, I can feel myself spinning and have that weird but cool feeling but no dream appears. I say to myself over and over "I'm dreaming" but no dream appears, it seems I'm stuck in what is known as "limbo" and it's all dark. It's peacefull but I'm still feeling the vibrations and the weird but fun feeling. I don't usually end up in "limbo" but here I am for the second time. I stay here listening and I hear a few noises but they are very quiet then there is no noise atall. I'm now thinking "what's going on, why can't I get into my dream?" it's like clutching at straws to keep any dream that appears, 1 minute something's there and the next it's gone. I now again wake up in sleep paralysis I'm spinning and I can hear the "swooshing" noise and it feels like I'm in this state for ages before I eventually fell asleep. ((when I say I'm in SP it's halucagenic SP not the normal one..I never get the normal one..pfffftttt lol ))

This dream was not as clear as my previous.

My dream started off with me fighting off strange creatures that I couldn't make out. I guess you could say they resembled little gremlins. I was on the roof top of a house and they were jumping up there trying to get to me. Anyways, that's not important. Then I realized that I was dreaming and called out for my dream guide. I called for them twice and then this guy appears out of nowhere right in front of me. He looked like he jumped through a wormhole or something, lol.

He was not much help at all. I told him to help me fight these things or give me a spaceship so I can get away. He said something along the lines of "that's beyond my ability." Bottom line--he was useless. And then one of those things, like a small gremlin, jumped on his shoulders and started asking him questions. They did not attack him but they continued to come after me. I was beginning to get better at fighting them off and that useless guy was only able to cheer me on.......

I think I lost faith in dream guides after what happened last night. Meh.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Actually I feel kinda drained. There's something spooky going on with my body and I did not sleep well. Had feverish hallucinations half the night and woke up and fell back asleep perhaps ten times total. The dreams were very weird.

22.00: Sleep

10.30: Dreams and fragments
*I'm with Monica at a sex therapist of some sort. We've had our session and another couple is in there. They all come out and the therapist looks happy. "They were great" she says, as if they all had sex. The couple seems to be happy and talks a bit with us. I'm just hoping they won't ask us for a foursome.

*There are tiny little santa elves all around. They're evil.

*I'm at work, cleaning out a shed. It's got moths and butterflies all over it. I shove dust onto the floor and soon it's clean enough. I get out and talk to a coworker of mine. He seems very happy and points towards a place further away where he's set up a bunch of sticks with markings on them for me to read. I grab a rake lying on the ground and head over there.

*I'm running away from farmers down a dim lit road in the middle of the woods. A wire set up across the road appears and I have to dodge under it. There's a weird device on the ground just below the wire, and it clicks just as I get close. The mine explodes but doesn't kill me. I continue on down the road and can hear the people chasing me behind. I run down into a ditch and hide under a ledge, just like Frodo and the other hobbits did in the "Lord of the Rings." I suddenly realise that I'm not alone. Infront of me behind a few branches is a terrified blonde girl in her twenties.

"My father is coming here" she tells me with a shaky voice. "Please help me, please?" I plead. I quiet down as a head pops out just above mine. "Hey girl, what are you doing here?!" the man asks the girl. "I...I..." she stutters and I can see she's not sure if she should tell on me or tell her father. I grab my two axes, a tiny one and a much larger one. I shove the tiny axe right into the man's neck and he opens his eyes in shock. "That's not where the kidney is..." he says and I stab him again. I split his mouth open with the axe and blood pours out. I'm horrified by what I'm doing but I have to to survive.

I run up onto the road again and I can now see several of the people who has been chasing me. I dodge under mine wires set up all over the place but they still blow up when I get near. A weird tank with a gunner's tower appears and I get into the gunner position. It's got two machine gun barrels and I blast away, trying to kill the ones that are after me. A small war breaks out but my gun doesn't seem to do much.

The dream skips. I'm now in a mall running around with an awesome futuristic gun. There are loads of buttons and wheels on it that I turn, and the gun shoots out different kind of things. Mostly it's just light and laser rays, but I find a button that makes it shoot small paintballs made out of rubber. I aim at an Asian celebrity and shoot a few of them in his face. He gets really upset and starts looking for the person responsible. I laugh and run away.

*I'm at my computer. My brother Morgan and my sister's boyfriend Johan comes up behind me. Morgan types up a website that reads like: "360JessicaAlba." A pornographic picture comes up and I try to close the window, but it's one of those strange virus sites that just keeps opening up a new window. I freak out and yell at Morgan for even knowing a site like that since he's so young. I grab his arm and drag him into my dad's bedroom where my dad is. I yell at Morgan while yanking his arm to get some effect, he doesn't seem to care. "You're telling him off good" my dad says. Morgan suddenly starts to cry rivers and I realise that I am too. That makes him stop crying. I let him go and head to my computer again. I tell Johan to be very careful in the future.

10.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7-8 hours

Supplements: 200 mg B6

That's it! Stupid fever dreams. I'm sure I'll have more of them tonight, yay...

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

2am
In a grocery line with various super villains. I am annoyed because they have to register what they buy and state the purpose of said Items.

930am
It's my first day on the job at a diner. I'm standing around and waiting to start working. I ask a table if they if they want drinks and then notice that they already have drinks. So I ask if they are ready to order. One girl at the table says she'd like to order off the menu.

I tell her that she needs to manage her expectations.

At a second table a woman sitting alone orders Steak and Green Chilies and a Rice milk with Vanilla.

I tell the cook the orders and he gives me a menu to study.

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I'm going out to a club with R and JP. I am naked and have to borrow clothes. I call my wife and tell her that I probably won't be home tonight.

We ride to the club in a windowless white van. Once we get there I hang outside while they all go in. Suddenly a big rig truck comes and smashes into to the van and pushes it across the parking lot of a gas station before leaving it dangling over a guard rail by an overpass highway.

So just a few minutes ago, a tornado siren went off, this caused me to remember a dream I had recently. I'm not sure how recent this dream was but for some reason I feel I must share it here. Normally whenever I dream of tornadoes it's the repetitive dream I had about them since I was a kid. But not this time, this time I was laying under a pile of debris which had come from the house I was in. This house was now being torn to pieces by this tornado. As I lay there under it, I felt the force of the wind, heard the screeching as it blew. I remember being trapped there for so long it this very vivid dream. Eventually the dream just ended.

It’s sometime near Christmas. But there’s this Halloween movie coming out … which kind of looks like The Nightmare Before Christmas, only less Christmasy. And my mom is complaining like, “Why would there be a Halloween movie on Christmas?” But then she and I decide to go see it anyway.
While we’re getting ready to leave I write down a bunch of ideas I apparently have for poems. I don’t remember what they all are, but one of them was going to be about Nicolas Cage. Ha …
My mom gives me and my little siblings these chocolate milk box things. I start drinking mine, but it tastes funny. I look at the label to see if it has an expiration date on it. I can’t find one, but it has this thing on the back which tells you what color the milk turns when it’s rotten. Apparently if it’s rotten, it turns yellowish green or something. But it’s still a normal color, so I figure I’m safe.
And yeah. That’s about it.

Last night, I had a dream about my old neighbors dog dying. Then my Mom stressed that our dog would die soon. (That's all I can remember though)

I am sitting on my back porch looking into the woods when I see an INTENSE white light descending from the sky. My first thought is UFO, but as it settles on the ground I think that it looks more like the moon rising. I think to myself "How would i be able to see the moon rise through the trees?"Holy shit I am dreaming!!! My heart started beating extremely fast and I woke up

I am on a search and rescue team with my family in the middle of a forest. they are in a lower areas and I am on an elevated part. I climb down a wooden wall-thing, and see a spider in the dead center. I feel a tinge of fear, but I hold on and keep climbing down.

we regroup, and are about to call it a day. I don't want to give up yet, I look inside myself, and feel the presence of someone in a southwesternly direction (assuming I am facing north.) everyone agrees to seach there and then call it a day, we head in that direction.

I am the last to arrive. one member of the group is calling on what seems like a cell phone. the missing person answers and says something like, "Be quiet! the spiders are fighting and it's getting good!" I tell him to count his fingers, he might be dreaming. he says he counts 11, is he dreaming? I tell him not to jump off the cliff, but he might be. try throwing some fire or something. he tries, but if he did, I didn't see it. I tell him to count again, he counts 12. I tell him I want to see this.

When we meet up, he is a bald midget with chubby fingers. I try to count his fingers, but he keeps waving them around in strange ways, and I can't keep focused on them. I tell him he must be lying, but then I start waking up. he shruggs, as if saying, "Tried to tell you" when I am almost awake, my first thought is a friendly, "Oh you little bastard..."

Ok so the dream began with me sneaking out in fron tof Lady GAGAs house and then I heard noises in the background going "she crazy go away, get out of there" but i didn't listen then she jumped out of her window and started shooting me with a gun, then I woke up in a hospital bed. and whats funny is they gave me a mechanical eye then the next second I found myself in school, then I told my friends thats weird I dont remember getting here. Then the dream ended and I woke up.

I'm awake several hours before usual because my little girl had nightmares as well last night and just couldn't get back to sleep. As a result, I only have two dreams to share right now, and the first one is merely a fragment.

All I can remember of the first dream is an outdoor maze. It's made from stone just taller than my head, and it's outside in some sort of garden. There's broken stone and grass creeping up all around it. Also, the colors in the dream were really bright and cartoony. Thinking back, it's very similar to the garden walls when you go through in The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time to meet Princess Zelda in terms of colors. There's also a girls face that was in my mind when I woke. She's not someone I recall ever seeing before. She had chin length blond hair, and was smiling with her face tilted to the side like anime/video game characters ofte do, and that's all I can remember.

The Second Dream: My second dream is more of the type I usually have, where everything seems super realistic, but I'm not aware I'm dreaming and there are all kinds of fantastical things happening. It starts out I'm in a local historical town with my best friend Ambies who in reality lives several states away. The town is small, only about 5 blocks, and the buildings are all about 2-4 stories high made of brick back in the early 1900's late 1800's. There's an courthouse in the center of town that now serves as a museum of the towns history. The lighting and colors in this dream are very creepy, like the Legend of Sleepy Hollow movie with Johnny Depp in it. Ambies is walking, but I am on this big zero turn lawn mower that makes a ridiculous amount of noise and vibrates like crazy. We turn left around the corner of the court house, and I see a man in a suit with a grey bird perched on his finger posing for a picture. The photographer is my step dad, and he's using an old looking tin box type camera. The bird flies up off the mans finger, and hoovers at the mans hat until the man lifts his finger higher and the bird perches again. I can hear the man and my step dad talking about the picture, just typical "Almost finished" and "this bird and I go way back" type comments. I stop the lawn mower to avoid scaring the bird, and tell Ambies, "That's Brad, lets go talk to him when he's done talking to that man." When they are done talking, the man tips his hat before turning around and walking off. My step dad bends down and picks up a bag off the ground before turning around and walking off himself, in the opposite direction. I start up the lawn mower and starts to follow him. I call out to him, he turns and looks at me, then keeps walking as though he doesn't know me. I stop the lawn mower and tell my best friend that it's weird he didn't recognize me. She says that it's been almost a year since I've seen him, he probably didn't recognize me because of my hair cut. I nod and tell her she's probably right, and we follow him around another left corner. I catch up to him, and yell his name again. He turns around and looks at me again, and says, "Oh hey! I didn't recognize you with your hair so short!" Then he turns into my biological dad. He says he is taking pictures to test out this neat old antique camera he found and asks me if I'd like to have my picture taken. I say sure, as long as I don't have to hold still for long because holding still is pretty much impossible for me. He laughs and says, "Yeah, you've never been able to hold still, ever since you were a kid, all you do is run run run and get into trouble like a little monkey!" we all three laugh, then he says he will take my picture in a moment, but he needs to use the bathroom first. He asks if we need to as well, and we say yeah. He leads up to the right this time across the street and where the bank is is normal life, there's a big bath room building. All I see is a ladies room, I don't see a men's room, and my dad walks into the ladies room. I kind of freak out internally thinking he's not supposed to be in here! Then I wonder if it'll make Ambies uncomfortable that if she has to pee my dad will be in a stall nearby. Then I realize Ambies isn't there anymore. I hear a flush, and my dad disappears into the first stall just as a lady walks out of one of the stalls towards the back. The lady is one of my aunts. She says, "Hey! I didn't think I'd meet you here! What are you up to?" My dad hisses from his stall, "Don't tell her I'm here!" and apparently I'm the only one who hears, so I try to lamely make something up and tell her I am just walking around looking at the scenery. She nods, and then changes the subject to the baby clothes I recently gave her daughter (my cousin) for her little girl since my own daughter has outgrown them. She tells me how lovely they were, and that they had so much fun going through the bag and looking at them and how cute her grand daughter is going to look wearing them. Then she tells me she has to get going and tells me to have fun, I thank her, say I will, and bye! Then As she leaves, there's a flush and my dad steps out of the stall. We start hearing a lot of noise outside. It's really loud, like a roaring sound, so we rush out to see what's going on. We don't see my aunt, but what we do see is crazy strong wind, big black clouds in the sky, pouring rain and the streets are flooded up to my knees. Also, the buildings have changed, they've stretched three times their height and become real "big city" type buildings. The courthouse is the tallest building of all, and strongly resembles a real building in a city about a hour from where I am. There's nothing behind this row of buildings though, no other buildings or trees or anything, just black clouds and grey sky as far as I can see. Then a boat is coming in from the Distance. A fairly large tug boat looking boat. The bottom of the boat is black and rubbery looking, and it is blown into the building that was once the courthouse. All at once the wind blows even stronger and literally lifts the boat up, scraping it along the back side of the building until it reaches the top. It teeters at the top, upside down for a moment, then there's a loud moaning sound as it starts flipping again and falls towards us in front of the building. I duck ad dive forwards, and the boat crashes behind me before somehow being carried away by this water that's only knee deep. I sigh in relief and tell my dad that was crazy! he nods, but then says, "Watch out!" and points to the building. This time there's another boat, but it's HUGE, like cruise liner sized, and it's blown against all of the buildings. The wind keeps blowing it, and the water surges beneath it, slowly pushing it up the back sides of the buildings, until it too reaches the top. I think for sure we are screwed, there's no way we can dodge a boat that big and as heavy as it must be it'll probably land closer to the buildings than the tug boat that just barely missed us. There are several creaking sounds, and the tops of the buildings begin to collapse, then the wind blows extra hard and miraculously blows the boat over us so close that if I hadn't been ducking in fear I could have reached up and touched it. The water splashes behind us, and I see myself in third person for a moment and notice my hair is shoulder length again (in real life it's not even past my ears) then I'm back inside myself and standing up. I'm shaking, but before I can be relieved again, I look up at the buildings, and they are blowing to pieces. Beams and windows and panels of some kind are raining down around us, I'm leaning left and right and forwards and backwards, avoiding the debris like Neo from the matrix, only no where near as calm and confident. As the last of the buildings collapse, my phone starts ringing. I think it odd that my phone is ringing, with all the crazy things going on, a ringing phone seems too normal and every day. I answer the phone, and it's my grandmother. She asks if I'm alright, and I say yeah, we're in the storm, but somehow we aren't hurt yet. She tells me that the whole town I'm in is being evacuated and that I should come to her house about 20 minutes away by car to seek shelter. I thank her, but tell her I'm going to find shelter closer to where I am because I don't have a car and I don't want to be out in the open during this insane storm. She tells me that she understands, and to just be careful. I tell her I will and hang up the phone. I turn to my dad to tell him we need to find shelter, and that's when I was woken up by my daughter screaming in her bed because she had a nightmare with a "Vewry vewry scarddy monster"

No dream recall.

I even asked my mind to wake me up at around 3:45 AM instead of relying on the online alarm I use as a backup, but it wakes me up around 5 AM instead....then somehow, I dosed off and woke up around 6:45 AM but slept again and woke up around 8 AM.

I just had images in my head, but now I forgot them....damn it...

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a museum with enormous rooms. The paintings were also enormous. The walls of the rooms may have been twenty or so meters tall. The paintings were just as tall.

I may have been with a group of people, possibly a school group. But I had broken off from them for some reason or another, and I was now walking around by myself.

But I was afraid to go into any of the rooms very far. The paintings on the walls were so gigantic. I was afraid they'd fall on me and smash me. So I could barely go beyond the threshold into rooms.

One room was kind of dimly lit, like from a dirty set of windows in the ceiling. I saw a pair of paintings in the room. The paintings were, I told myself, either by Goya or El Greco.

The paintings had the same subject: a young man in rich attire, something like pink, satin pants and a white shirt. The paintings stood opposite each other in a kind of side niche in the room. I wanted to examine the paintings closer, but I was too afraid of them falling on me.

I left this room -- I think -- and went into another room. The paintings were also huge in this room. But I may have been getting braver about being around the paintings, and I may have stepped quite a few meters into the room.

But now I looked up and saw that there were also paintings in the ceiling, the rest of the ceiling being made out of thick, ornate wood, like in the Rose Reading Room of the New York Public Library. I was now afraid of the ceiling paintings falling on me. They seemed like they'd be heavier than the wall paintings.

Dream #2

It was a greyish day. I was either treading water in a river, moving backwards slowly in a small boat, like a rowboat, in a river, or standing on a walkway through or at the edge of a river.

I may at first have been with a group of older, well-off people, like a tour group. But I'd broken away from the group a bit. The group were all walking along the walkway.

The river was wide, and at the other end of it was a big, kind of square, building. The building faced the river directly, starkly: it may even have been a bit cantilevered over the river.

The building was made of some kind of white stone, but the front of it, or the side facing the river, was of slightly tinted glass. This windowed section curved around the sides of the building as well, giving the white stone of the building a kind of backwards "C" shape.

I knew that the building was an art museum. It was the Art Museum of Mexico or the Mexico Museum of Art. It was a very good and nice museum. But it was also used -- especially the enormous room overlooking the river -- by drug cartels for arranging certain deals.

People liked to visit the museum. But people who went there were always afraid. You always had to be careful not to hear things, or at least not to act like you heard things. And you couldn't offend any person in any way. If you offended someone or acted like you'd overheard some drug deal being arranged, you could be killed.

But for some reason I was feeling defiant. I was going to go into the museum and I wasn't going to act afraid at all. Besides, it was the Mexico Museum of Art. It was full of great works of art. I'd be really disappointed in myself if I didn't see the art works there.

Dream #3

I was in some building. I was near a staircase. Apparently I'd always come here to this place to read. Other people did, too. But I'd come to have a favorite spot for reading on the staircase. And I'd read there all the time.

There were some guys who'd decided to follow me around. They thought I was really smart. They were jealous of me. They wanted to figure out everything I was doing and studying. They thought if they read everything I read, they could get smarter than they thought I was.

One of these guys was an old, kind of tall, white man with a big belly. He wore nice slacks and a nice button-up shirt. He saw I was heading toward the staircase to read. So he either took the place I always took or took a place a few steps higher than my place. Wherever he sat, his plan was to look down at what I was doing, so he could do it, too, and hopefully beat me at it.

I tried to figure out what to do. I didn't really care if people knew what I was doing. I tried to be open about that. But I felt annoyed. I may have thought I'd hide whatever I was doing, just to annoy the man back a little. Or I may have thought I'd just act unperturbed, like the man didn't bother me, or didn't exist at all.