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Old LD from 7-23-07


Lucid Dream:

It started with me being at a mall. I was with a friend (maybe M) we passed two guys. I recognised one as Jeff. But I somehow knew that this was in the past and he didn't know me yet. I smiled at him. Then after a few more steps past him I turned and smiled again. Then I told my friend that. And we both turn back and smile at him again, but he was no longer looking at us. I thought, "Well, that's dumb..."

The next thing I remember is that I was then sitting at the table eating ice cream with him. It was very mesy. It was like the container that my ice cream was in had an opening at both ends and it kept dripping out onto the table.

Then the three of us continued walking in the mall. It was closing time. It seems like something happened here, but I don't remember details. Something about feeling angry at this guy working here. He makes me fall and I "spill" some of the floor that he is responsible for cleaning.

I get left behind my friends. So I hurry out of the mall. There were some cool things that looked a bit like rain gutters, but were also big and painted red and made of concrete. I decided to slide down one standing up, I was able to get down the the level I wanted by sliding.

Then things transition, I am with a big group of people in this big starirwell area.

I suddenly see my dad hurrying up the stairs. I am excited to see my dad. But right as I get to him and reach for his sleeve, I realise that I'm dreaming.

I look at this big group of people. I want to try the DV member task again. Surely there is a DV member in this large group. I scan the faces for someone familiar. They are mostly teenagers, and I don't recognise anyone. So I start asking around. "Does anyone know any DV members?"

At first I have trouble getting any volume in my voice. This has been a problem in some of my LDs. It's like I'm trying to talk with my real mouth, yet I can't because of sleep paralysis. But then I am finally able to use my dream mouth.

One of the boys responds to me and points to the floor above me and says, "Try the boy with the wheelchair"

I climb the stairs to a dark haired boy standing by a blond boy in a wheelchair. I suddenly realise I don't know which boy I was reffered to. So I ask them, "Are either of you DV members?"

They both nod and say, "Yeah..."

So I continue, "Have either of you ever had a Lucid dream?"

The dark haired boy nods, but the other boy asks, "Well, what exactly is a lucid dream?"

I said, "Well, it's when you're dreaming, then you suddenly become "awake" in your dream--you become consious that you are dreaming, and if you have good control, you can do anything...."

I said that all in a way that left then both looking at me like it was the absolutely coolest thing ever.

So of course that made me want to show off a little. I continued "...like this."

And I suddenly stood up on the stair rail. Beside me was a three story drop onto concrete. I stood dramatically, then let myself fall backward. I fell until I was almost to the bottom, then righted myself and landed feet first. I then kicked off again. I did the same thing in reverse. As soon as I got to the ceiling, I turned so I was "standing" on the ceiling. Then kicked off again to the floor.

I believe a did this several times. I enjoyed the way it felt. It was like I was able to switch the direction of gravity in the middle. It was a very cool feeling.



Then I stop and decide that I really want to try the Pet Task that I was unable to succesfully complete last time.

I was standing in the middle of on set of stairs. To the side at the level of my face were some cats. My first thought was, "But these aren't my cats..." But then I quickly decided that I didn't care. I looked at the closest cat. There was something on its mouth. It looked like smashed cornflakes. It looked very unappealing. So I turned to the other cat. It also had the same stuff on its mouth. Their mouths looked almost sealed shut with it.

I looked for another pet. This time I saw a group of about four kittens. They were very small and very cute. I reached for one. They all kind of backed away, but I managed to get ahold of one. It was white with patches of dark brownish grey tabby. It's eyes were a dark grey. I set it down on the ledge that was eye level to my face. I told it that it could talk now. It opened its mouth and said an a small voice, "Cookie...."

I was a little confused as to what it meant--I used to have a cat named Cookie. So I asked it, "Do you want a cookie...or is that a name?" It just looked at me.

I then remembered that it was just a baby. So I made the question simpler. So I asked, "Do you want a cookie?" The tiny kitten nodded its head. I laughed a little and said to it, "But you're so little, you shouldn't be eating anything buy your mama's milk. Who's been giving you cookies?" But the kitten didn't answer.

I took off flying again. I flew outside. I was on the roof of a three story apartment building.

I remember thinking about how I had been talking about how cool it was to just fall backward off things...so I decided to do it again. As I stood at the edge about to fall, I thought, "Now am I really sure I'm dreaming. If I'm not, this will be fatal."

But I was already falling backwards. I didn't fall to the ground level, but just to a balcony on the floor below. I actually landed on a soft couch. I stood up again and was planning to fall backwards again, but I saw a pool down below. I remembered how I had wanted to do a Water Task. This wasn't the ocean, but a pool could be good practice for future water Tasks.

So I dived off the balcony and went straight in the water of the pool. I worked myself to the botton. I started to breath. It was a very strange feeling. It wasn't like I had rememberd before when I was breathing underwater just like it was air.

I could kind of feel the unpleasant feeling of water trying to come in through my nose. I had to block my nose breathing off. When I breathed through my mouth it felt like there were bubble appearing right in front of my mouth that I was able to suck in. It made a little bubbly noise as I did so. But it worked, I was able to breath. And it seemed significant to me that I would be able to breath like this indefinitely.

I looked around again to see if there was anything interesting at the bottom of the pool. I saw a guy and a dog also laying at the bottom.

I decided to try the Pet Task again with the dog. I started talking to it and asked it to talk to me. But suddenly the guy that was with the dog got mad at me. He said, " He's underwater! And you want him to talk!" --as if it would kill the dog for it to talk underwater. Of course this guy was talking underwater and it wasn't killing him.

I was trying to decide if I was going to debate this with the guy, but then I could feel myself losing the dream.

Dream 1
I was Jun Tanaka and I was walking around the area where my college is and then went to a shop that isn't usually near the campus. I went to buy something, I think it was a muffin but I wa sshort buy £1.25,I asked my friend and he gave me the money. I told him that I'd pay him back.



Then I'm walking around in a different area I remember seeing Bex from The Firm 2009 he was wearing different tracksuits.



And this one.



I was then attacked by Yeti's hooligan firm but they ran away when Bex and Trigger came. I saw them run into a 4-door red car and make their escape.

Dream 2
Before I went back to sleep I was thinking of jogging. When I was in the dream this happened:

I left my house and went to the train station, I remember walking up the stairs. When I came out I walked down some stairs to the park where a tunnel was and saw 3 guys, one on a bike. I saw 2 girls walking away from them.

The guys tried to mug me but I fought back.

Dream 3
I was in the Old West like the setting of Cars and I was racing cars with some of my family. Some guys started tail-gating and when my Dad pulled over they parked in front of us.

I said "What was the point of that. He could've just stopped anyway." There was also a guy who was angry at me fro taking his place in the race. Details get sketchy from here as I'm now in the middle of nowhere with an old school Western house behind me and the emotion of fear from that guy. I mean Sinestro-like fear, I wasn't scared though.



Side Notes
I had six dreams, each lasting an hour as I would wake up and check the time which would be an hour later. I only remember 3.

dream 1- There were these two guys who had a band and both lived in thier parents' house. They both lived in the basement.They lived across from eachother. Each house had a hole on one of the basemen walls that the guys could see eachother through. They were planning song ideas and saying good night by saying it through the hole. Then kyle from south park said that there should be a law that says whenever somebody says the name of a place they have to do something that reminds them of that place. Some people found it as an excuse to do disgusting things in public. Others found it as an excuse to do illegal things in public. There was a meeting about how this law was banned at the end of the dream.

Dream 2- I remember sitting at a table for a long time waiting for something that I don't remember. I was getting thirsty. The water fountains had lines of 30+ people. So I cut to the front.
Then I woke up

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on a road at the bottom of a steep slope in a neighborhood probably near the neighborhood I lived in during high school.

I stood just outside my mom's car. My mom was about to drive away. But before she did, she was telling me where I could find the nearest Dunkin' Donuts. My mom said the Dunkin' Donuts was up the slope, then one and a half blocks past a park I knew was up the way. The park was mostly taken up by a big lake, around which I used to run in high school.

I was a little disappointed to hear that the Dunkin' Donuts was so far away. I thought I could never make it on time (not sure what I needed to be on time for -- maybe the breakfast menu -- which wouldn't really make sense, either). But, now that I'd decided to go to Dunkin' Donuts, I couldn't stop here.

My mom drove away. I apparently started walking. But now I was already up the slope, and through and past the lake park. I was still worried that I wouldn't make it on time.

I got to some restaurant, which was either Dunkin' Donuts or some restaurant a few stores down the block from Dunkin' Donuts. I sat at an outdoor table with a Latino family: a father, a mother, a couple little kids, and maybe a couple more adult guys.

My mom showed up among this group of people. She told me that I didn't have to worry about Dunkin' Donuts. She gave me a reason for this. But I don't remember it.

My mom pointed the store out to me. I looked up the road and saw the store. The Dunkin' Donuts road sign had a lot of brown on it. The sign was more like a big brown sign, checkered, almost, with little, white squares that had the orange and pink "DD" logo in them.

Dream #2

I stood out on a beach, looking out over the water. The beach itself was very beautiful, but not natural looking at all, as far as I know.

The water was nephrite green, but it seemed to gleam like glass. The horizon was like white gold, and the cloudy sky overhead was like smoky amber. And, it seemed, there was an extremely long bridge, made of black iron, stretching thinly across the water, all the way across my view of the horizon!

At first I was near some Latino family: probably a mother, a father, a daugher, and possibly a son. I was either watching government testing of some kind of nuclear devices, or else I was remembering the testing of these devices, which had taken place on this beach within the past few decades.

I saw one explosion, the light of which I don't remember at all, but which must have been like an exploding ball of light a hundred meters or so above the ocean.

I then walked down the beach to my left maybe twenty meters or so. I saw something fall from the sky into the water -- although, again -- I didn't really see the object. It was like the object was invisible. But I saw its effects on the water as it splashed in: like a row of pebbles and rocks, splashing into the water one by one, in quick succession.

Now the points of water which had been dotted by the splashes surged upward in small fountains. There may have been the small sound of an explosion. The fountains then subsided.

I knew that another nuclear device had been detonated deep under the water. I knew that this device would kill all the fish in the water. I was preparing for the next big wave from the ocean to wash a bunch of dead to the shore.

I may possibly have thought that the device may actually have been made in order to kill the fish. Killing the fish was a form of sabotage against the economy of the nation that fished here.

I now stood back a ways from the water. I stood near a Latino family again. The mother and father were both young and attractive. They were both kind of pale skinned.

The father was muscular, very manly. I was afraid that I'd do something with my own usual personality and offend the father's masculine sensibilities. So I just tried to remain calm and do nothing.

At some point I looked behind me. There was a basalt-like rock behind us. The rock was maybe two meters tall at most. It made a good back-rest. (It was soft and smooth, too, though craggy -- so maybe it had been polished by years of backs sitting against it!)

But I thought that it would really hurt, if a wave washed all the way up here, and someone swimming in that wave were thrown against the rock. I wondered if this was really a good beach for swimming in after all. I'd heard of beaches that were too rocky for swimming. Maybe this was one.

A big wave may actually have made its way all the way up to us, washing against us and throwing me a bit against the wall. From this point forward, the father may have had long, frizzy hair and a scraggly beard.

I walked up to the top of the basalt outcropping. I lay on my stomach and looked out on the ocean. Even though the rock wasn't much higher than the beach, I noticed that when I looked behind me, over my right shoulder, I could see a city. Apparently I was on some island. But the island had a big city on it. I had a surprisingly good view!

I was possibly telling the father about this, when suddenly I noticed that I was lifting up into the air! I felt like I was lifting up on top of nothing. But the "nothing" felt solid, as if I were still laying on the rock. I was afraid to look down, though, to see exactly what was lifting me into the air.

I was afraid, too, of lifting up this high into the air. But I didn't show my fear about this, because I didn't want the father to think I was a chicken.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I had actually sat on some kind of ride this beach had. It was an elevator, I told myself, that lifted you all the way to the top of a skyscraper that was either on or near the beach.

I looked foward, over the ocean, for a while. But I then looked behind me, to the city. I was surprised by how much this island city resembled the city of New York. The buildings all had that old, stone look to them. I even saw one building with the trademark "NEW YORKER" light sign above it.

I was now getting so high in the air that I was starting to get uncomfortable. But I told myself that this elevator stopped at the top of the building. And I knew the building was 34 storied tall. If I could just hang on until then, I told myself, I'd be fine. So I calmed down. I think that I did then feel the elevator start to descend.

But I was now in the basement of some building. It was like the basement of a small, but really nice museum or art gallery. The hallway was narrow and "L" shaped. The Latino mother and father sat in a little window niche in the side of the hallway.

There was a narrow, kind of winding, stairwell up to the first floor. I may have been playing around on that stairwell for a little while, like a little kid would, even though I still had my own consciousness, like I was still myself, as a (so-called) adult.

I then came back down to the mother and father. I asked them if I could ride the elevator ride again. The father said no, I couldn't. If I got to ride the ride twice, then all the other kids would want to do it, too.

I said I agreed. We were almost ready to leave. But if I got to ride the ride twice, and then everybody else wanted to, we'd be waiting here forever for everybody to finally finish taking their rides.

I sat on some little bench somewhere. Across the hallway and off to my left was a kind of wide niche in the wall, with a counter before it. This must have been some kind of ticket or coat-check area.

On my side of the hallway, just next to me and on my left, was a doorway to a small office. This office may also have had something to do with ticketing.

One young man sat behind the desk, while another young man stood in front of it. Both men were kind of slim and pretty. The young man standing struck me as being gay. He had short, platinum blonde hair which shone like a silver plate under the incandescent office light.

Both the boys were friends. They may even have lived in the same apartment building, or only a couple buildings away from each other. So they saw each other all the time. They talked as friends for a moment. But the standing boy was here to take care of some kind of business.

Professionally, the standing boy was higher than the sitting boy. And, now that the standing boy was taking care of business, he was really driving the point home that he was higher. As the sitting boy was taking care of something for the standing boy, the standing boy began tapping the top of the recpetion desk and humming in a very annoying way.

Dream #3

It was daytime, or maybe morning, just after sunrise. I was driving through a grassy desert. I pulled my car off to the side of the road. I was at this specific place for a specific reason.

I was some kind of paranormal investigator. I may actually have thought of myself as a Fortean investigator. And this, I thought, was my first real Fortean investigation.

I stood out of the car, trying to "write up a report" in my head regarding whatever I was about to see. I was trying to think of some catchy headline.

I had an image in my head, which I thought was really clever, of a dark-raspberry colored ring. I knew this would lead to some kind of clever phrase.

But I now saw that, just off the road, there was a square-shaped billboard, starting maybe only three meters or so above the ground, with a picture of just what I had been imagining. The picture looked like a thick ring being pushed up through some kind of raspberry-colored syrup.

This billboard seemed only to be the left side of the advertisement. The right section -- the text part -- had been cut off. There may have been just a tiny sliver of it remaining.

Suddenly I felt stupid for having tried to put together a headline for my report before I'd even started my investigation of the subject. I also felt that the headline itself was really silly and cliched.

I turned to go do my investigation, when I was overwhelmed by a strong, almost magnetic, sensation coming from the sky. It was hard for me even to look up from the ground. But I did it.

At first, my view was all red -- a burning, but dimly glowing, orange red. But as my view cleared I saw, on the horizon, at the end of a flat expanse of land, what looked like a phantom sun.

The sun was a huge, glowing, orange-red ball. Its body was maybe four-fifths of the way above the horizon. But it was also translucent. I could see through the sun, to the sky.

This struck me as odd. But the sky itself was also odd. It was apple green -- a beautiful shade of apple green, blending its way down to pale yellow at the horizon!

I tried to figure out what this phantom sun was. I figured it was a reflection of the real sun against this side of the sun's dome. To test if this was correct, I looked behind me. Sure enough, the "real" sun was rising over the horizon behind me -- though it seemed to be rising over some small mountain peaks.

For some reason this satisfied me, and I was ready to begin my investigation. I walked across the street and onto some kind of cinder road. The cinder road went a short way off from the main road, then divided into two roads. I took the right road.

I was now down in a cave. The cave also forked into two caves at some point, and I was down in the right leg of the cave. The cave wasn't dark -- it was like it was lighted by little lights that ran along the floor. But it was kind of narrow and short. And it may have felt like it was getting tighter and tighter.

Apparently I'd had a colleague I'd come out here with: a young, black woman, dark-skinned, pretty skinny, with long, braided hair. But she'd gotten lost somewhere in the cave. I thought she'd either vanished into another dimension or gotten abducted by aliens.

At some point I may have been crawling on my belly through an extremely tight point in the cave. I was crawling with some white men, who were like police officer who had come to rescue me. I may have seen my colleague, lying on her back, dead. We were trying to get my colleague out of the place she was stuck in.

I was now above ground again. This whole area was the subject of a police investigation. Two fat, black police women were sitting on folding chairs near the cave entrance (which was basically just a hole in the ground, maybe with a tiny lip of a mound over it).

I walked away from the cave and off to the right. I could see some white police men wandering around through some tall grass and tree-like shrubs, apparently investigating whatever had happened here. They may have been searching for a body.

I was trying to piece together what had happened. I knew, now, that my colleague and I had come here to investigate. But while we'd been down in the cave, my colleague had suddenly disappeared.

I couldn't remember anything else. But I knew my colleague, unless she'd been abducted, must still be down in the cave. I needed to go back down and find her. But, honestly, now that I was above ground again, I was kind of afraid of going back down into the cave.

Nevertheless, I knew that I should at least face my fear and go back down into the cave. But I was also kind of afraid of the fat, black police women. I knew that if I went down into the cave without their permission, they might start all kinds of trouble for me, maybe even get me arrested.

So I asked the women if I could go back down into the cave. I was, now, actually kind of hoping that they'd tell me no.

But one of the women stood up. She was now kind of short, and very skinny. She had long hair, in a natural style, but pulled back into a kind of ponytail. She looked older, maybe sixty years old. She had to walk with a big, wooden walking stick.

The other woman, who was still fat and young, said, "I wish you wouldn't go down there. The police'll probably finish their investigation soon. And if we have to wait for you to wrap up, we'll be here even longer.

"But if you really want to go, we can't stop you. But she's going to come with you."

I was, honestly, relieved that the old woman was coming with me. I was really afraid to go into the caves by myself. But I was still afraid to go. I was partly afraid for myself -- regardless of who I was with, I thought, I could still get abducted, like my partner had.

But I was also worried about the old woman, who kind of looked to me like an older version of my missing colleague. If the old woman went down into the caves, and it was seen that she looked like my colleague, would she get abducted, too?

I'm on security patrol around the fenced perimeter of a dream facility. I'm new here and I'm with a young guy who has been doing this security patrol before. We see two white wolves and the guy says we have to chase them away. I don't feel the need to run them off, in fact I feel like they belong here, but the guy has already engaged the wolves in a battle. I pick up a long thick pole and shoo them away from fighting with the guy. They run off. The guy tells me they are a breeding pair and that they were going to have young wolves here. This makes me wonder even more if we should have chased them away.

We go inside the fence and enter into a kind of school. We meeet three young women, one is tall with blond hair and the other two seem younger than her. Everyone is excited about the dream classes they are about to attend. I try to tell them about how I'm here to experience shared dreaming, and that I've experienced it before with my firend Michael, but they seem distracted by their own plans. They all leave to attend classes and I'm left wondering about the wolves.

I'm in my first school. They're preparing for a play. All the boys and girls practice in couples. They have to do some sexual stuff. I think it's disgusting and wonder how the principal can let them do that.
I teleport to a different school I went to. There are a few guys following me. I feel like i'm an intruder.
We plant a bomb to kill the principal and to blow up a part of the school. Then we take the elevator to the roof and we step into a van. The van teleports to a bus stop in the past. I have to switch my present grandma with my past grandma because she took a bus too early in the past and missed an opportunity because of that.

First few dreams were on some random rocky planet of sorts. It switched multiple times between 1st and 3rd person.

Mountains
A couple of spaceships fought atop some random planet, but it didn't last very long. I remember it all of the sudden zooming into these dirt-brown mountains that were comprised of many caverns. It's hard to explain what happened next, but a large chunk of it was then split into multiple screens. In each screen, the scenery became a pixelated 2-d image like an old side scroller. In each monitor, an event took place. Something happened when all events took place, but I can't remember what.

The Train and Pet Store
Some things jumped around, but remember riding a futuristic train. Each compartment was comprised of two spacious levels. It was also said to be the fastest train in all of the city. I got onto it with the intent of heading to a pet store. As the train was chugging along, I noticed that it really was the fastest train. I then got off it and headed to a pet store to get a puppy. A women quickly came over to help me pick one out and showed me the many puppies they had which were crowded into a clear kennel. I remember commenting on the quality of both the living conditions, and of the dogs themselves in the store. They lady said it would just be best if I got one to "rescue" it from the store and took her advice. I remember it being a golden retriever.

The Hotel
I then had plans to go to an expensive hotel because I was vacationing at that city. As the train was moving along, I noticed that it moved considerably slower, though I eventually got to my destination. I still had the puppy with me, and hauled some luggage that magically appeared to me into the hotel. I remember the hotel on the outside had tall arches and curves instead of corners. The inside of it had Modern Gothic architecture and one weird lobby. It was in an octagonal shape and at four sides, instead of walls, it had moving fractals. In the center, there was an elevated platform where a women in an intricate black dress was entertaining a guy in a suit. That's all I'm able to remember though.

Conclusion
I dunno, I think overall I'm doing pretty good. It's nice that I'm able to now at least remember a dream or two, just need to work on awareness as usual. Woo! 50th entry! Happy dreaming!

ridiculously brief lucid where I walked down the hall to my friend's room and that was pretty much it. Kind of a waste.

[Happened while I was camping in November]
This one was very vivid and lasted much longer than 3 seconds. I was in a building, I concluded it to be a tower. I started in a elevator, came up, and was in a corridor. Saw a few guards, and a rather attractive female who appeared to be a under cover agent. I took a right and was in a are with a stargate looking thing. (If you've seen Stargate Atlantis, you'll know what that is.) More guards and someone that was helping me. I did my reality check, confirmed it and tried to summon up a gun. Didn't materialize in my hands, nor on my back. So he handed me a musket and a nice lookin' sword. A couple more guards came through the gate. I've got a feeling there's a powerful outside threat, didn't get a chance to explore the corridor leading to a populated are because I went into a normal dream. Felt to be about a 5-10 minute lucid though!

[This was actually in October or early November but I just now got to adding it. ]
It was my first ever lucid attempt, and I decided to WILD. I did it before bed, and I even thought Sleep Paralysis was interesting and almost fun. :3 I soon got into the dream. I visualized being in a hangar with a F-35 that I could fly. But instead, it was pitch black. I did my reality check by holding my nose and breathing in, confirmed it was a lucid dream. But right after that it went to a normal dream.

this was weird. I was going to some new toy shop to buy toys which was nearby the place I takes karate. the karate place had aperently been changed into a place for boys to be in a choir.

Dreamed I was back in school. Homework I hadn't done. Realized I was on winter break but didn't become lucid...

i owned a restaurant and in walks a girl ( a recurring DC) i know with a man i don't know. i find out that they need to get out of china and i am the only one that can help them. I have a flashback to a time when the girl and i are in a relationship , while living in china. it was a very happy time . in the present the girl is mad at me and mad that she has to turn to me for help for her and her family. I find out that the girl has a child; my child; i can't remember why we parted ways but she left. I did not know she was pregnant with my child and she doesn't want the man she is with to know about us. i find out that if i don't help them leave soon all three of them will be in danger; i help them for my child's sake even knowing that i may never see them again.

Old LD from 7-20-07


I was having an interesitng dream in which I was friends with the vampire world--or at least one very large extended vampire family.

In the dream I was had planned this meeting where I was introducing all my regular freinds to the vampire freinds. My introdutions seemed to be taking forever (I had a group of maybe 25 friends there), so two thirds of the way through, I just told my friends to introduce themselves, and hopefully that would go faster.

At that point my next friend R decided to make a long speech instead of just saying her name. She told the vampires how wonderful it was to meet them and thanked them for coming...and that any friend of Twoshadows (except she said my real name) was a friend of hers.

As she was talking I walked over toward where the vampire family was standing (also a large group of 20-30 people).

As I stood there I decided to do that thing I liked to do where I fall back, and before I hit the groud I float back up to standing position. Right in the middle of doing that I thought, "Whoa--don't I only do this in dreams? If I don't hit the ground, won't that prove that I am dreaming? Yes, it will." That was all one instantaneous thought. Because half a second later than I didn't hit the ground and came back up to floating position, I was positive that I was dreaming.

At that point I paid no attention to the DCs around me. I floated up and started a low fly.

We had started outside, but now I realized that we were indoors in my grandparents' "new room"--a large room that thay had added onto their house when I was little--and that's what they called it. In the dream it was even bigger than it was in real life.

As I flew up to the ceiling, the first thing that came to me was Skysaw's intellectual Task suggestion (for next month's Task). The answer to the first part came to me instantly (it may have helped that as I went to bed last night that I thought about this.)

I then thought about the more difficult part of the his Task. I didn't wake up like I had feared when trying this. I made what I thought was a good guess. Then I moved on.

I flew to the ceiling and felt the texture. It was wood panelling (my grandparent's didn't really have a wood panelling ceiling--but it totally looked right to me in the dream).

The texture felt so real. I knocked on it and it felt very solid. I decided I wanted to try to stick my finger through it. So I put out my pointer finger on my right hand and pushed. It wouldn't go through the way too solid ceiling.

I told myself that this ceiling wasn't real--that it was just my brain telling my finger that something solid was there.

I decided that maybe if I looked the other direction and pushed my finger upward I could fool my brain--that maybe if I wasn't looking at the ceiling the moment the finger and ceiling met, I could get my finger to go through it.

But as I blindly poked the ceiling, I kept feeling it, no matter where I was looking. I felt frustrated because I was supposed to be able to do better than this. Why has this simple task so difficult for me to do? I was glad that that wasn't the Task of the Month that I was supposed to accomplish.

But then my mind went to another suggested Task of the month that was in some ways similar to this. I tried to do that next. I had the same bad luck while attempting to get that one done.

I started feeling more desperate. I really wanted to know I could do that one in case that one was chosen for nex next Task.

Next thing I knew I was outside still attempting that potential Task. I even started spinning to see if that would help, but it wasn't working.

It was at that point I could start feeling myself wake up.

As soon as I was awake I realised that I had guessed correctly on the second part of Skysaw's task.

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I worked in a tower teaching people about unity "treatments," or I was taking a class. There were only a handful of participants, some were gradually quitting over the weeks. I reflected that losing class members increases their "unity" because there are fewer people.

Note: I woke up at 2:40am and typed this, had no memory of it later.

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Vast plot involving a conspiracy that involves children as victims. I was in some leadership role, but was not a part of the conspiracy. The children wanted me to help them, which involved (in part) some long car trips. At one point a child lead me to the hastily-made grave of Milhouse (from the Simpsons), trying to garnish my support by showing how serious this is. I could smell the corpse rotting. At one point, many of us are trying to bring a mother-like figure out of a crippling depression by performing the Wizard of Oz for her. She had shut herself off in a pavilion partially built to look like "The Wall" in the Wizard of Oz (The Wall in the dream was actually from Pink Floyd, my brain was confused).

The setting was in a mountainous, serene area with high peaks. Some small floating "islands" surrounded larger peaks, each with only one or two trees and some grass on them.