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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had two pretty cool dreams last night, sadly I didn't write them down and don't remember much now.

22.30: Sleep

05.30: Fighting
I'm up on a building next to a bunch of other buildings. They're white and made of clay or brick. Someone's running away from the police below and I throw purple insulation bits at him to spot him for the cops, only he's super fast. He jumps over rubble and starts climbing the wall. I try to hit him with some insulation but he easily dodges it. In one jump he jumps up onto some construction iron bars. I realise he'll make it to the roof I'm on with his next jump. He grins at me evily as he shoots up towards me.

*BAM!* I dropkick him right on his shoulder and he stops mid air then begins to fall. It's pretty far up and I know it'll do some damage to him if he lands on the ground. He hits the ground with a little "crack." The cops swarm around him but he gets back on his feet and starts climbing again. I once again kick him off the edge but this time he jumps to a nearby roof then up onto mine. He takes out a gun and tries to shoot me. I dodge all six bullets then attack him with some punches. We start to wrestle instead and I get him on the ground. I snap a chain from the ground onto his ankle. The chain goes into a hole and it pulls him into it, I follow down into the hole.

We land softly as we've both got ninja skills. Inside the building is some kind of stage with blue lights on. People start clapping their hands and I feel thrilled. "Wow! Finally a fair fight" the guy I was fighting says. "Yeah man that was so cool, the way you jumped at me from those iron bars" I say and give him a hug. He gives me a short explanation about the place we're in, apparently it's some secret club. I spot my cousin by a desk. "Oh well, figured you'd be here" I tell him, he gives me a smile. All of a sudden we're going on a mission and I have to put people on a map in different locations.


05.30: Fragments
*I'm at our vacation cabin in northern Sweden. The world's gone to shit once again and there are zombies roaming around. I grab an axe and a big kitchen knife and head outside. Three zombies walk up to me on the lawn, their eyes are glowing insanely bright and a little girl talks to me about something prophetic. "I have an axe!" I yell at them. The dream skips and people start showing up further down the fields. The people I'm with wants to go down there. "Finally warm water and beds!" one woman exclaims from the group. "No! Don't you see? The virus will spread so easily if we're in large groups. We have to stay here and away from the rest" I tell them but they refuse to listen and head down there anyways.

*I'm in a swimming pool with a few people having a good time.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

It starts out walking around a dream town which is all i can remember. Eventually it moves into school and apparently its the last day of school so i'm saying by to all of my teachers. When i finally go home we take the principle with us and we are riding a mattress. during the ride i keep sliding off and trying to hide it so I don't get in trouble for being foolish. Somehow we backtrack and its just my big brother driving and actual car and some black guy is following us cause we are supposed to lead him somewhere. My brother gets mad that hes tailing us the whole time so we try and lose him going down this really steep street(steeper than 22nd street in san fran) at wich i am in aw at how beutiful it is. It looks like vegas but the signs don't make any light , they only look like they have light.
FIN

Michelle Bachman

I am visiting my grandparents. I have been spending a few nights at their place, and it is time for me to head home. My brother is going to do something first, and my grandfather (who is a retired pastor) is going to visit someone in the hospital. Apparently, Michelle Bachman has been visiting friends at my Uncle's church, and has had an accident. My grandfather explains that he is going to visit her.

I debate whether I should go with my brother or my grandfather, and decide that it would be neat to meet Michelle Bachman on such informal terms. I decide that since the hospital is not far out of the way for me, I should follow my grandfather there and then go home from the hospital.

There is a whole scene involving me and the GPS, looking for the power cord etc., which is too boring to try and recall right now. Cut to the hospital.

As we are driving I wonder if they will let us in to visit. After all, she is a presidential candidate, and it seems unlikely that people can just wander in when they want to. I worry about secret service people. But it seems that clergy has a special priveledge, and my grandfather says nobody will mind if my grandmother and I come along.

We arrive at the hospital. My grandparents and I sit in the waiting room. Ms. Bachman apparently has a few visitors already. I run over in my mind how to address her, realizing that I can't remember if she is a senator or a congresswoman. I decide to just say "hey".

Eventually, the nurse calls us back. Someone opens the hospital room door, and my grandfather ushers my grandmother and I in. I walk in behind my grandmother, and find that there is nobody in the room. There is some nice furniture, and it is set up almost like a living room. There are some chairs and a couch in front of a fireplace, and a sort of hospital bed in one corner. But apparently this is not the hospital room. It is kind of a waiting room that is part of a hospital room suite. Michelle is in another section, and once again we have to wait our turn.

I notice that there are some other people in the room waiting to see her as well. There are some kids in their late teens or early twenties with a trifold poster board, pracitcing a presentation on injuries. They figure that they can get Michelle Bachman to work on something to protect kids from sports injuries, counting on her recent experience in the hospital to give them traction.

My mother calls me back to the original waiting room for a second. I forget why. I tell her we are about to go back to see Ms. Bachman, and I try to show her the way back. But as we walk, the hospital seems to become confusing. It used to just be a short hallway and a door, but now there is a huge area set up like the inside of an airport. The more I walk, the more confusing it gets. I try to jog, but it is that frustrating kind of movement I always get when I try to move quickly in a dream. I retrace my steps, thinking I have overshot the original hallway that leads to the hospital room.

"Argh!" I think. "Of all times for Mom to show up and pull me away." Somehow I know that my grandfather is now visiting with Michelle, and I am missing the chance to visit. "This kind of thing is always happening to me. Why is it always like this? As soon as I get the chance of a lifetime, something happens to take me away, and then I can't find my way back. It's like one of those frustrating dreams I am always having!"

More out of frustration than anything, I decide to do a reality check. "Maybe this is a dream," I think. But I only think it in a frustrated way. I don't really think it is a dream, I'm just annoyed. I quickly count my fingers, and there are 5 of them. Nothing unusual there. I don't do any other reality check, because I "know" this is reality and I only did the RC to make a statement anyway. "I guess I'm awake," I say.

Then I wake up.

Sweet Shop

I get a job working in a candy store. This dream goes on for a while, but much of it seems to center around all the tasty things that I keep wanting to eat. There are sick kids too, who keep coughing near me. There is a dish of some kind of candy that I sneak bites of every once in a while. I think I am working with my brother.

Pathetically missed dreamsign

I go to use a public restroom. I am trying to find one with decent privacy. I wander into a men's room, and find a stall. The lights don't seem to work well in there, and part of the restroom is dark. Even where I am it is dimly lit. I have some uneasy thoughts about "things" lurking in the darkness. I comfort myself by thinking that I am in a light place, but I know that "the things can look at me out of the darkness"

12/20/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I was riding my bicycle at traffic. There were lanes for bicycles on the left and right, but there were too many cars passing by for me to zoom through. I eventually meet a stop light, but when I had the chance to move, it was difficult trying to move the bike again.



But somehow I managed to get through before the lights turned red again. I decided to turn to the left bicycle lane (there was someone coming in the opposite direction, but I didn’t care).

I kept riding and I saw a convenience store that looked appealing and wanted to get a bite of something. So I ride really fast to make my bike elevate over this pretty huge ledge (probably the length of the bottom portion of my legs).




I landed successfully, but it was kind of awkward, I was worried that people were looking, but the feeling faded quickly. I needed to find a place to lock my bicycle, and I saw a metal gray rod with a round-ish tip that came off the dirt as a start.

I go into the store, and I see that the fast food section of it (You know how there’s a mini-fast food in gas stations? Yeah, exactly like that), but to get to the fast foot section, and I had to slide into a crack.



After I got past the crack, I couldn’t remember anything else.

At this moment I'm only remembering two dream fragments.

1. I am being chased by a wolf into a river.

2. I see Clair (who I used to work with) eating little maggot-like bugs. It was super gross.

I'm playing on D Wade's basketball team. We both go up to block a layup and he gets there first and makes the block but falls down as he lands. I reach down and help him up and tell him what a great block he made. He smiles.

I'm in a car in a parking lot. A news car pulls up next to me, Channel 26 News. A reporter and photgrapher get out and walk towards some news event. I say to myself, "they shoiuld have stayed here and filmed me flying or disappearing, now that would be news."

(Over the years of lucid dreaming I have incorporated many lucid powers into nonlucid dreaming. The bad thing is that I'm so used to these powers that they don't alert me to the fact that I'm dreaming.)

Good morning, everybody.

Happy holidays! The icy Dream Views logo is really fun. And the Santa Claus flying through the moon is cool, too.

Dream #1

It was night. I was either getting into or out of a car with my sister and my brother-in-law. The car was probably my sister's. It was a kind of short car, and it was packed all around by some bigger SUVs.

My sister was drunk, but she was trying to act like she wasn't. She was trying to act nice for my sake.

We now all got out of the car. The parking lot the car was in was in some downtown-like area. There was a really big, ominous-looking, tan-brick building right at the edge of the lot.

We walked out to the road, which felt very old and run-down. This place was like one of those downtowns that shut down completely at night. We were all alone here. The streetlights seemed like in a horror movie -- the light was all grainy, almost sepia-colored.

My sister was now not able to control her drunken appearance at all. She even asked, "Hey, isn't there some place we could pick up some booze?"

I knew there was a store somewhere -- maybe even just across the street and around the corner. I could even see the store, still open, like a chain drug store, its greenish fluorescent lights shining out through a window-wall in a stately, stone building.

But I figured I'd do what I could to keep us from going to that store. I think my brother-in-law felt the same way.

Somehow we decided we needed to go to the bathroom. I knew where there was a free public bathroom. We walked off to our right, toward some park-like area, then along a nice, stone walkway.

The light was just becoming blue with early morning, and there were already tourists out here -- it mostly looked like mothers and daughters.

We went to some area that looked like a fast food restaurant. It had the same color scheme as Dunkin Donuts, but with a lot more brown. And it was shaped like a wide, low public restroom in a park.

I knew that this bathroom had either been sponsored by the restaurant or was the restaurant itself. I probably thought the restaurant was McDonald's or Burger King. I think the restaurant itself was closed, but that the bathroom was always open.

I think we first walked through the restaurant's seating area, which was huge, but completely empty of people. I think we then walked through a concrete-floored, cinder-block-walled hallway that felt like it was a bridge over a road, between two buildings.

The three of us were now in the bathroom, which was a wide, concrete-floored, cinder-block-walled bathroom, like a really nice public bathroom in a park. But it may have had a Dunkin Donuts color scheme.

My sister was still drunk -- kind of wandering around randomly. But I myself was now really distracted. Eventually I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I went to a stall, so I could take a crap.

But I was having trouble closing the stall's door. It wouldn't stay closed. I was also trying to close it by twisting the little doorknob using a huge, wadded up piece of toilet paper. It was like I was afraid to touch anything in the restroom. So I was protecting my hands with toilet paper. But it was really hard to do anything with the amount of toilet paper I had in my hands.

Then, at some point, I felt some kind of erotic feeling. It related to the feeling of taking a crap. I thought I was going to do something really bad and gross in the stall. And it turned me on sexually. But I didn't want to get caught doing it.

Then a mother and daughter came into the restroom. I was kind of annoyed. I knew that if a couple of tourists were coming in, then that meant that a whole bunch of people would soon be coming into the bathroom. Everybody would know I was here, and they'd all start harrassing me. So I might as well leave now.

I might have walked back out of the stall, passed the mother and daughter, found my brother-in-law and sister, and walked back out into the long corridor.

Dream #2

It was a nice, sunny day. I was probably in the backyard of the house where my family lived while I was in high school. But the backyard was now three or four times as big as it was IWL, and it was filled with flowers. It was an incredibly huge, English-style garden! Where our garage had been, there was some big, shady kind of pagoda-like structure made of greyish, dark wood.

There were some little kids running around and playing in the garden. I thought of these kids as something like my friends or siblings. They were all angelically beautiful, like the golden-haired children of storybooks. I feel like they were all involved in some task. But I can't remember what it was.

My attention was caught by the huge, stalk-like plants near me. I couldn't put a name to them. They seem, now, to have looked like hollyhocks or foxgloves. But they weren't those flowers, either -- I'm pretty sure. They had a kind of fuzzy look. And some of them had bud-like centers: tight, green bulbs, inside a collar of thin, peach petals.

I was suddenly laying on my back. Our old dog, a cocker spaniel, was standing over me, vigorously licking, or "kissing," my lips. She was actually licking off a bunch of honey that I had on my lips.

Some voice in the distance (or in my head?), probably a child's voice, asked me either if my dog liked honey, or if my dog liked to kiss me.

Whatever the question was, I answered, "No, she's just getting the honey off my lips. She's really excited to go traveling. She loves to go places in the car. In fact, when she ----- (can't remember) -----, we'll probably get a nice car for her. Then she'll be happy to go!"

I now had an image in my head of a white, horse-drawn carriage, like a nineteenth century carriage. But the carriage was very short, proportioned, it seemed, to fit small children or dogs. And there was no top to the cabin of the carriage. It was flat and open, kind of looking like an ornate, white Radio Flyer wagon.

A man in a suit and top-hat sat in a small front area and drove the carriage. He may also have been holding a white, lace parasol.

I could see that there was a main seating area: a small square. But there was also a smaller, back rectangle, which, I now guess, could normally be used for luggage.

But I guess my dog was now dead, because she was stiff and motionless, and we had laid her in the back area, as if it were some kind of coffin for her, or a space that would have fit a coffin for her.

But I'm pretty sure the carriage wasn't taking my dog to a funeral, but to a wedding. And I may have been a part of the wedding. This was probably whatever I'd been referring to when I'd spoken to the voice. But I'm pretty sure this image didn't have anything to do with what I'd actually said.

Dream #3

I was in some kind of huge place, something like an old, French palace, mixed with a museum, mixed with an old, run-down, slummy apartment. The place was filled with all kinds of clutter -- boxes, junk, all over the place.

There were no lights on, and it was night. The only light coming into the place was extremely dim, orange light from the streetlamps outside.

There were a few other men in the structure with me. They were all in one room. The place was huge, but we were all sitting in just one room, which had a bunk bed and a computer desk in it, but which was so filled with junk that we could hardly fit ourselves into the room.

The men may have been Latino, and they may have spoken very little English. They seemed to be in their late thirties or early forties. They were short, a little overweight, and a little tough-seeming.

The men were being nice or indifferent to me. But I had a feeling that, as time wore on, they'd probably start annoying or harrassing me.

My mom now came into the room. I was happy just to have someone familiar to me in this environment. It kind of diluted the bad emotional sense I was beginning to get from these guys.

My mom looked a bit different. She was skinnier, and she had shorter hair. She sent me off to some other room. She told me that we were both getting up early tomorrow morning to take care of some task. She stressed the importance of getting up on time.

I was excited about the event. And even though it was already late, and that I wouldn't get very much sleep at all if I wanted to get up on time, I was really happy and determined to get up on time.

I lay down in bed and closed my eyes. Almost immediately, I re-opened them. I realized that I had woken up an hour late!

I ran out into the hallway to find my mom. It couldn't be true, could it? Had I overslept for the thing I was so excited for?

My mom was at the other end of the hallway. She said, "Yep, you overslept. But I wasn't going to wake you up."

I could tell my mom was disappointed in me. I felt horrible. But my mom now said something like, "Hurry up. If you just get your shit together and get out the door right now, we can still probably make it on time."

I was back in the room with the Latino men. Some of them were sleeping on the bunk bed. One was still up, sitting at the computer desk. The light was still dark. It was still very early morning, before sunrise.

I crouched before the bunkbed and began arranging something on the cuff of my right shirt sleeve for some reason. It was like I was peeling back my cuff and then twisting it back and forth. It felt like I was trying to put some kind of steel band around my wrist.

But I realized that I was just wasting my time doing this. My mom was probably out in the car, waiting for me. If I didn't hurry up, my mom would either leave me, or else she'd wait for me and we'd both be too late to make it to our task.

I stood up to get my shit together and go downstairs. But I was so unfocused. I really couldn't remember what the hell I needed to do. I didn't really know what I needed in order to get the hell out of here. And the Latino men didn't help. It was just like they were waiting for an excuse to distract me.

I now found myself in a car, an old, clunky station wagon, like the one I drove IWL when I lived out in the desert for a couple of years, working for the Park Service. The car was inside -- in one of the rooms of the house. I sat in the driver's seat. One of the Latino men stood just outside the door, looking in.

The car only had AM radio (IDL and IWL ). I had a plastic tub -- like the plastic tubs you get for various purposes during hospital stays -- filled with little, plastic knobs, each about 2cm in diameter. I had to put all of these plastic knobs onto various parts of the radio's face. Only after that would my shit be together enough so that I could leave.

But I couldn't fit all of these knobs onto the radio face! I think I managed to find ways to fit some of them onto the volume and tuning knobs. I also popped some of them onto the set-station buttons. And I may have tried to stick some onto the actual station indicator plate. But I was running out of space. And I had a ton of knobs left!

I was now by myself in a large hallway, probably inside an apartment. It was night, and the hallway was pretty dark.

I stood near the front door. The door was made of old, worn-out wood. I could feel something like a gentle wind whispering past the door. I knew it was some kind of presence. I partly thought it was a ghost. But I also thought it was some person -- or, a person coming, not a person who was actually there yet.

I knew that I was still a bit early. But as long as I kept aware of the situation, I'd see the person. Then I could meet the person just outside the apartment. I may actually have just thought of this person as only a breeze of wind.

I was now looking out through my door through a small, square window that was maybe 30cm directly above the doorknob. Looking out, I saw the dark sapphire sky of morning. I could see that out there was something like a brambly yard, which may have been something like a big, nice garden.

I was telling myself something very soothing, like the person who was coming to me was a very nice person, and that I had nothing to worry about or be afraid of.

I watched one or two people crossing my field of view. They were walking along some path, I think, that crossed between the garden and some much wider field. They were a man and a woman. A man may also later have crossed by himself.

I told myself, "See? See how nice they are? When they come for you, they'll treat you nicely. You have nothing to fear."

I was now outside. It was a bright, sunny morning. I was drifting up a very, very slight slope, on a long, wide lawn that led up to a sidewalk and an asphalt road.

I saw a man and a woman walking along the road, heading from the right to the left side of my field of view. The man and woman both looked like they were in their late thirties. But they wore clothes and had hairstyles like from the late 1970s. The man's hairstyle was particularly chunky and bowl-shaped.

The man and the woman seemed to be in a kind of peevish argument with each other. It scared me a little bit. I felt like if I got into their field of influence, they'd probably start getting all peevish and annoying with me.

But they were walking pretty quickly. And they were already away from me by the time I got up to the sidewalk.

Now that I was on the sidewalk, I noticed a few handfuls of people, all adults, walking toward a building. I realized that I was near a university campus.

The campus neighborhood reminds me now of my occasional visits to the Princeton campus. But the university building, which I saw off to my left, looked more like an elementary school mixed with a modern, suburban church building.

All the people walking toward the building seemed to be in their thirties and forties. There were men and women. Sometimes people were in groups, talking with each other. Other times they were walking alone.

Some of the people wore suits or formal attire. Others were wearing caps and gowns, like they were attending a graduation ceremony.

I also noticed that a lot of the women had very masculine faces. Some of the women were definitely women, just with very hard, squarish faces. But some of the people dressed as women may have been men.

As I got to the actual building, I realized that it was more like an elementary school. The adults I'd seen funnelling toward this area were actually teachers. They were all now dispersing toward different parts of the building: to their classrooms, I assumed.

I was in a square, concrete-floored courtyard of the building. There were a lot of kids running all about, rushing, I supposed, to get to their classes.

There were some adult women posted here and there, apparently to make sure that nobody was getting out of hand. I figured I'd ask one of these women either where I was, or where I was supposed to be. I didn't really know the answer to either of those questions.

I saw a woman posted just under the covering of the building, at the back, right corner of the courtyard. I figured I'd approach her and ask her what I was here for.

As I walked toward that woman, a girl wearing a pale pink sweater ran through the courtyard with a clear, plastic bottle of water.

One of the other women admonished the girl for some reason or another. The girl thought she was being really grown-up and helpful for doing something. But she was also using her task to avoid having to do some thing that all the girls her age needed to do. She knew this. So when the teacher admonished her, she listened.

But as I was about to reach the woman, some kind of alarm went off. The alarm was the prayer bell. Wherever you were, whatever you were doing, when the prayer bell went off, you had to stop, crouch down on your knees, bow your head to the ground, and start praying to god.

The ritual seems to me now to be Islam-influenced. But the prayer was more like a Christian prayer mixed with something like the United States Pledge of Allegiance.

I bowed, too, because I at least knew what all this meant. I was near a stairwell. A girl wearing a Muslim-style head-covering bowed near me.

As I looked at the floor, I noticed it was tiled in meter-square tiles looking like flecked granite. But this tile was all chipped away in a corner, so that almost a quarter of the tile was chipped into an oily blackness.

During the prayer-pledge, the girl in the pale pink shirt ran out of the doorway of a classroom near me. She had the water bottle again, and she was about to rush off somewhere. But the woman I was trying to approach told the girl to kneel down and pray, like everybody else.

The girl said something like, "Oh, yeah. Right." She didn't kneel down, though. She just sat, in some kind of athletic pose, with her back to the wall, and waited for the prayer to finish.

Something about the girl's face made me think she might have Down's Syndrome. But the girl was really smart and active. I liked her a lot.

When I got up from the prayer-pledge, I approached the adult woman. I had a feeling now that I was here for some kind of volunteer project with New York Cares. So I asked the woman if she knew where we volunteers were meeting. The woman pointed to the stairwell behind me and said that New York Cares was meeting up on the second floor.

But before I could go upstairs, a little girl grabbed my hand and told me to help her with her spelling. She dragged me over to something that looked like folding gym mats stood up on one side and w-folded, to look like a gym-mat version of Chinese screens.

Before the Chinese screen was a long, school-like table that was only 25cm or so above the ground. Both the little girl and I had to kneel to sit at the table. The table had a long sheet of paper across it. The paper was filled with items like multiple choice questions.

For each number, there may possibly have been questions, probably ridiculously inane questions, like, "How do you spell -----?" as if a kid wouldn't know how to spell a word he was looking right at. But there were no answers in the multiple choice spaces. It was just A, B, C, D, with no answers beside the letters!

I think what the little girl actually had to do was choose the correct letter, A, B, C, or D, and then correctly spell the word in the space beside that letter. I think the little girl may actually have explained this to me herself.

The little girl was probably learning impaired. But she seemed really smart, as well. She seemed to be doing well enough spelling for herself. And maybe she just wanted me around for the heck of it while she was doing her work.

But every once in a while I'd have to help her with spelling. At some point, I even chose, and circled?, the letter "C" on one of her questions. I also remember something about one of us writing in cursive.

Then the little girl's brother came up. He was also, apparently, learning impaired, though not as much as his sister. He may have been a bit younger than the girl. He was climbing all over both me and the little girl, though he mostly seemed to be climbing all over me. He really wanted my attention, and he wanted to prove, I think, that he was smarter than his sister.

At some point I stood up, as if my lessons for the little girl and boy were over. I told them they'd both done a good job.

But the boy wanted to see my cell phone for some reason. I was pretty sure that that was not a good idea, because I think I'd been looking on some sort of fetish website before I'd come here. The boy didn't need to be seeing any of that kind of stuff.

I then saw my phones screen, as if it were flickering on, like a TV would, with a bit of vertical hold striping a black screen, as the TV is getting started up and getting a hold of itself. The striping was yellow -- so it seemed to me that this was "effect" for a production, not real vertical hold striping.

There was then, probably, some kind of video, maybe starring Hyde from the j-pop band L'Arc en Ciel. But I can't remember anything about it.

In which I'm dating my exboyfriend and preparing to do CPR on an infant...

I'm dating my highschool boyfriend but we two are hanging out with my real life social group, including one of my best friends. We are in a hotel suite for some reason, drinking and living it up like rock stars.

I'm standing outside on the hotel patio and I see my best friend's father collapse in the snow below. I jump the railing and dive down towards him. I can see that he is non responsive, but I don't take the time to check for a pulse. I need to pick him up and get him inside where it is warmer. I lift him, and he becomes my nextdoor neighbor's newborn baby. My friends have gathered in the hotel, and I tell one to call 911 and another, who I know is trained in CPR, to come with me to help me work on the baby until the paramedics arrive. I put the baby on a bed, notice she is not breathing and check for a pulse. I'm in a detached state of mind. I'm thinking of all the things I need to do before I do them, but I'm working calmly and methodically. Just as I place my fingers on her chest and face to start working, she gasps and starts crying. I pick her up and we all start laughing in relief.

Later I go back to the party, and in the dream a full night has passed. The social group is different now. I'm still with my exboyfriend, but all the other people in the suite with us are my friends from highschool- not my adult social group. I walk into my room and find my exboyfriend in bed with another woman. I am really upset about it and start to pound on his back with my fists until he wakes up. I'm screaming at him a bunch of profanities.

The other people wake up and start to get dressed for an evening out. My exboyfriend explains that he is going to take the new girl with him instead of me. Our friends are upset about this because they don't want to kick me out of their fun, but they make it clear that since we are breaking up, they will take my exboyfriend's side. I am no longer welcome. I start to cry because I feel like I'm losing not just my boyfriend, but also all of my friends. But then I realize that I don't actually like any of these people anyway- these are people I used to hang out with in highschool and most are really trashy losers. Something seems wrong and I'm confused about why I'm with these people, but I don't remember that I'm married or that I'm an adult now. I look at my exboyfriend and realize that I don't really want to hang out with him either. I'm not even sad that he is cheating on me. I tell everyone that I'm fine and that everything is going to be OK and that I don't mind that I'm not going to see them anymore.

Fragment 1-I was talking to a famous person over the phone and the next thing I knew I had a candy cane stuffed with presents in my hand.

[COLOR="blue"]Lucid 1- I was in my classroom and it was the last day before christmas break I did a reality check and saw I had six fingers on each hand, then I stabilized. I got up and had sex. It was EXTREMELY SHORT.LOL. Then I tried using dream powers, but I couldn't do anything. I kept trying to lift chairs using telekinesis but couldn't. I tried having sex again and the girl denied me of it. I eventually woke up from my useless telekinesis attempts though.
I wake up and fall right back to sleep
Lucid 2-I was with a friend and the guys from big bang theory. We were at my house and they were microwaving testscores for some reason. I did a reality check and six fingers on each hand again. I told my friend this was a dream. He said "cool". While watching the microwave I decided to try my powers again and make the microwave go crazy. It worked I almost made it explode. Then I woke up.[/COLOR]

I was living at the Summer Drive house and our dog Stevie was sleeping in Jeff's room. She had a toy owl and I ask my mom if it's really necessary to have that owl around. "Does Stevie really need it?" And she says, "yes."

I was in a class where I had given a presentation on the night sky. It wasn't like astronomy or astrology. I was just simply talking about the night sky. There was a beautiful woman with red hair and big breasts. She was impressed by my presentation and she was commenting on it, relating an anecdote that it reminded her of. I think she wanted me.

I was watching a baseball game on TV. To watch the game, I had to use a hand- held antenna that was part of the remote control. It was the New York Mets versus a team from New Orleans. An old handicapped man who had just woken up asked me what game it was and I told him. He then went off walking around a track. I lost interest in the game and walked off in a different direction. I found myself in a field where giant wild strawberries were growing. They were bright and juicy. Each one was the size of my head. It was raining and I was running around and jumping from one spot to another. There was a lady picking strawberries. She said, "Look, as old as I am, I'm still out here picking them. I'm out here so that everybody can see. If I can do it, then anybody can."

I'm playing a game that's like hide and seek in a big open meadow, but there are clumps of old oak trees with spanish moss that seem out of place like they don't belong in the meadow. There are two girls there who are twins. Then one of them says she wants to dye my hair darker and I say no, bad idea.

I'm with someone talking about a new CD by The Beastie Boys. In the dream, the Beastie Boys were from Turkey instead of from New York and we're looking at a globe to see where Turkey is. But instead of a sphere, the globe is a cube. To get to the next hemisphere, you would have to go around a corner. We find Turkey and it is the country furthest north, at the north pole.

For a short period of time I decided that I would not record any OBE attempts that were not successful. By calling them OBE attempts I created a negative connotation. This was before I discovered Jack Canfield's book, "Key to Living the Law of Attraction." Anyhow there is one experience that I remember clearly but I did not write down or did not find in my DJs.

I was going through the process of getting out of my body by putting my body to sleep. I was deeply relaxed. Some time may have passed before I suddenly realized that I could feel my hand on my leg. That was weird because I was sitting in my recliner with my hands on the armrests my physical arms and physical hands were still on the armrests at the time. The instant that I realized that I had another hand from somewhere touching my leg the sensation went away.

Put my body asleep. Try to find the vibrations. Passed out briefly and when I "came to" I felt the vibrations. I felt them one other time when reaching .This method from Robert Monroe's, "Journeys Out of Body" does work, but I have not yet found the best point to "converge", for lack of a better word. When I "came to" I felt vibrations, and then tried to increase them, also trying to converge. Vibrations faded. Tried "third-eye" focus, too much strain on the eyes looking up and in. Feel better about being slowly relaxed. Kept my target, "Etheric83" in mind. Tried to stretch my arms up or towards the dresser at the foot of my bed when I felt them in a higher position than they should be. Partial separation of arms. Sensation faded quickly. My position through this was on my back, head to my right, mouth breathing. Tried nose breathing, felt I could not get enough air. Throat incredibly dry. Also before the SP part of the experiment tried to induce a falling sensation. Such as what I experienced as a child. I have been not found the right position yet. During SP portion of experiment tried sinking than rising. Minor subtle hardly noticeable changes. I concluded that Monroe is correct, vibrations are the keys to that particular door. Now I know what they feel like. Can even artificially stimulate (by tensing) my ears.

I was dreaming a strange dream. I was in a vehicle with some lady, traveling a winding road. We stopped. I warned her not to pull ahead further. I had been here before (I felt) and I knew there was a sudden drop off not safe for the car. She |got| (gets) nervous, nearly drives off (the cliff.) I somehow stop it, get the front and push back or something. I watch as the vehicle (car) backs off some rocks embedded in a ground (they were flat on top, sticking about out about a foot or so.) I think the lady is grandma. BC (our straight barn cat) appears and jumps on my lap (BC is skittish and has never jumped on anyone's lap to date.) Then we're in a hospital and grandma is being checked. BC leaves when the doctor enters. We have stopped so we can come here. I move the chair and rip apart an electrical charge cord at the plugged end. Curiously it was connected to my mom's phone and had far too many wires. The doctor examines grandma, I try to get out of the way, squeezing behind her, feeling her tense to move forward. I tell her to stay there, I am fine.

Large gap here. Next thing I know there is some tough guy pulled out or come out of somewhere. A guy whose face was not familiar. A guy who is not easily scared. I feel there is something in the room with me (I am the guy.) I roll from my left side to the floor. I feel up pressure in my upper body, a squeezing, and a definite sense of weight or hands on my back. Before this happened I could feel something moving behind me and to one side. A rollover, fall through the floor, and keep going. My ears pop or tense or something at weird regular intervals, as if (untranslatable.) I pull |ed| through something. Then it stops and I sense I am floating, drifting. But I can't see, it's as if the OBE was interrupted, or perhaps I was projecting but blind. I did not like the pressure, the pushing. I could feel (my left) hand on my chin, cupping it and the other touching the left elbow, pointing down. I recognize a tingling sensation. I was fully conscious and could feel everything I felt when I put my body to sleep.

F.A. (feelings after)
Scared, excited, wary, happy I was able to do what I have been wanting to do but not happy with how it was done (how it happened.)

Dream 1
There are 2 ostriches behind a fence.

Me and 2 other people run towards them and want to break them free. They release 2 plucked chickens as bait. As expected, the ostriches jump over the fence and chase the chickens. I run behind the ostriches and it leads to a marketplace in the middle ages.
There is some kind of Robin Hood testing his bow and trying to sell it. He sells it but was surrounded by 3 thieves dressed in black.
For some reason I start to follow a girl. She just met a guy and is in love with him. She has a small picture of them in a pool. She shows it to her best friend (a girl) who was sitting in some kind of amusement ride.

Her best friend said: "I know that already." and shows the same picture but with the size of a billboard.

Dream 2
I'm in my living room, sitting on the couch. My grandma walks in and tells me that I forgot an appointment. I look at my watch to see the time and date and lie "I knew that.". I stand up and tell her that I wasn't planning on going anyway.
Immediately after, the whole scene changes and I'm in the back of the car on a snowy mountain.
My grandma is also sitting in the car but I don't recognize the driver. It feels like the driver is more than 1 person.
The care drives to the top of the mountain and I know that we were going to fall off. I'm not scared and say: "This is just a dream so nothing bad can happen to me.". Even though I said that, I wasn't lucid
At the top I think "It's just a dream so I can simply change the car into an airplane.". I fail and fall down while the car vanishes. I hit the ground but don't wake up or feel any pain. I just feel like I'm below the ground and have a similar feeling as if I'm in a trance

Had a dream where I finally projected. It affected how I walked and how I felt. I think I did at the dinner table with my family right there. I think I used a twisting motion, like what you feel if you put your arms straight out and spin around. Later I ended up as a cop, a new partner for someone. In another scene to a huge flies were buzzing around me. As I tried it before the window here in Camas I succeeded. I remember really enjoying the feel of separation. I also remember slight worry about the flies and my empty, not dead, body. I also remember a shooting out of my body experience and sensation.

Fragment
More OBE stuff... Some girl, possibly kidnapped, raised as a spy or something. Some man (her brother) trying to help her. Something about 80 being a bad thing for her. Some connection to a haunting or the church. The 80 is a good thing for me. A huge guy brought this thing. The backside of an earlier victim was sticking out of it.