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I was in a church. There's a melon offering. Then an airplane offering? Like a toy. Then someone (or something) was possessed. I saw some people are asleep on the pews. Someone (me?) tried to exorcise the evil spirit. It was successful, but then the great-great grandparent of the evil spirit rose up, and possessed the whole church building. The whole congregation ran away.

I was somewhat the building, but this within the town. I was with some companions. I was on a bridge-wall. I was looking at a dome building. The whole town is being possessed now. Yellow mood. We ran further.

I was looking at the whole town from afar. We planned something to destroy the whole town. I saw it destroyed, but then it regenerates. We cooked and ate from afar, but in view of the town. A guy arrived and cooked fried rice for us.

I was in a van with some people, going somewhere. We arrived. Just the two of us. Me and a woman. We arrived at a house, up in the mountains of nowhere. We set up the house. It feels lonely, but it feels safe, and away from any trouble. I then wondered what to eat for dinner, so I asked my companion. We're going out to buy food. I walked to the back of the house; it looked like a mini forest, and dark. Like the "back" of the town I'm in, hidden "behind" our elementary school. I commented how it feels like a good place. She complained saying there's no TV/electricity. I walked down the front stairs and found that the "stair" (a pile of flat stones) is unstable.

As we walked out (afternoon?) of the house, and seeing the view of the countryside of grasses and visible houses from afar, I told her she can read books. As we walked down the dirt road towards the perpendicular cemented road, she complained that everything is far from everything else. I told her she could use the exercise.

We walked up the street to the van and bus terminal. There are a lot of stores there, like a marketplace. I commented how, if we brought a dog, it will be lonely, because I/we are traveling.

We went into a pharmacy. Now she's a "he." She bought some stuff. One looked like a pineapple head. I asked if that's dinner. He said no, that's a baby. I looked at it again, and it looked like a freaky head of a baby. I asked if he wanted one, why don't we just get one (?), and he hesitated, like he realized the truth in my statement.

Then I saw a mask, like a gas mask for the asthmatic, fly when a doctor overdid something. Or rather, it floated to the right. I saw him get it, and again, did something wrong. He said something about cheap apparatus not working properly, and how it's better to get expensive ones that work dependably. I thought he was just saying it out loud for people to buy more expensive ones and for him to earn more.

I went outside and saw down the beach from afar, but saw it up close. There are people swimming in the clear, blue water. Then I my view went back to the top of the countryside, and from afar, I saw the clouds and mountains. The sky is red and orange, the mountains black, and I saw an image of a man holding back two mountains on either side of him that are about to fall on top of him. Red lightning danced all over him. I thought, I should have brought my camera for this!

The name Labaw Donggon came mind. I hear the roar of thunder as the man struggled.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a basement living room with some of my family members. The basement was kind of small, but it was brightly and warmly lit. My mom sat on the left side of the couch. One or more people may have been sitting next to her.

I had a small space to sit in near the right side of the couch. As soon as I sat down, my second oldest nephew and my brother tried to sit down next to me. They were playfully arguing over who could sit next to me. My nephew may have been bigger than my brother!

Eventually I decided that my brother (?) could sit on my lap, and that my nephew could sit next to me. It felt good and warm to have everybody all crowded around me.

We had to watch some TV program that would inform us on some mission we were all supposed to be going on. An old, kind of fat, rich man was going to give us the details. The details, I knew, would involve something called "time parachuting." The man would just appear on the TV at the appointed time and give us the details.

The TV may have been a TV at first. But now it was a low window, set into the wall under a thick, dark, wooden shelf. The view outside seemed, at first, to be of the deep blue water of an aquarium.

My second oldest nephew and I may have gone close up to the window. It was now like we were on a subway train at night. The train was running above ground. It had just gone past the edge of town, apparently. We were riding through an area full of rails, all criss-crossing with each other.

But now all the rails were under at least a meter of water. A deep blue light lit the water and the rails. In some places, it may have looked like the rails themselves glowed with deep blue. This brake-yard (?) seemed to extend for quite a way, all under water, with this eerie glow. My nephew and I seemed to be pretty amazed by it all.

Dream #2

I sat on a couch in a living room with my mom. It was daytime, and daylight came in through a window, which was probably behind the couch.

My mom lay on the couch, to my left. But she was taking up so much of the couch that her rear end was smashing up against me. I was reading something on my phone.

I was kind of annoyed by being smashed the way I was. But I decided not to move. I thought (a weird thought --) that my mom must be smashing up against me because she wanted to remember what it was like to give birth to me. I figured I should let her remember. I'd been so emotionally cold lately, maybe she'd forgotten what it was like to be my mom.

My mom was now sitting up. She told me I looked weak. She grabbed my left arm and put her first two fingers on the vein on the inside of my elbow, to feel my heartbeat.

Apparently she didn't like something about my heartbeat. She stood me up. We walked across the living room, into the kitchen. My mom stopped me right at the threshold of the kitchen. She said, "I'm going to grab the stethoscope and check your heartbeat, if you don't mind."

I said I didn't mind. I put my book (? -- instead of my phone?) down on top of the fridge. I could see the top of the fridge really easily. I sat the book down on top of a pink diaper that sat on the fridge.

My mom walked toward a doorway on the right wall of the kitchen, just past the fridge. This doorway led to a small hallway that led to a couple of bedrooms. My mom was getting a stethoscope from one of those rooms. In my mind's eye I saw my mom putting the stethoscope to my arm.

nonLD lucid dream

dream 1 - I was chatting with my friend on computer,(it was our cell group chatzy. weird!) and I said "I have to WILD in next dream".

lucid dream - I woke up from dream 1 and it reminded me of doing WILD. lol

I stand up from bed. still blind. I rub my eyes in the bathroom like I did in the lucid dream from weeks ago. worked!
I open up the veranda and the thick sheet of ice has covered the whole town. snow!! yay!! and it's not cold at all.
I fly, grabbing the tree branch. it is so vivid. I land on the roof of a house then fly away.
there's a very sloppy roof, and I climb on it, hearing "no lucid dreamer cannot fly over that roof!" from a DC.
I climb up to the end of roof and there's huge green sea below the house. it is scary. but I think, what do you have to be afraid in lucid dream?!
so I jump over, then fly away.
I land on the street where the houses that looks like from English 1850's house style, but the people are modern.
this reminds me of my vampire comic, and I transform into Stella and do the summoning jutsu to meet Amy.
what?! it doesnt work. really?! I imagine popping smoke but it doesnt come out at all. so I try to summon her by looking behind.
after doing that for several times, I see Amy sitting on a bench. I approach to her and bring her to the street.
she is somehow taller than I think. I did not see her face exactly, but she is wearing black cloak and she has black hair.
I am Stella, not me. I hug her, as if Amy is really sick or something...

then I shift into non LD, but dont recall anything!

Well, the first thing that happened is that I woke up around 4:00 am sick to my stomach. The same thing also happened after I woke up from my second dream so I just stayed up after that. I'm starting to notice a little less recall without the melatonin still, but I'll work my way up there.

5:45 am - Non-lucid

A guy, who kind of looks like an guy I used to know named J, and his wife and kids moved into my house for some reason, and the youngest version of Dabney, that one kid from Malcolm in the Middle, is one of their sons. O, D, and I are hanging out in my dad's office and Dabney comes in and spells red juice all over the carpet pretending that it's blood. I go find the guy that looks like J and yell at him telling him I've had enough and that he needs to take his family and get out of the house! He says "I'm not even in the right place!" and then starts coming at me ready to hit me or something. For some reason I have the strength to totally neutralize his punches just by holding up my hands, and then I step back behind a door, slip my hand through the tiny crack that separates the door and the wall where its hinges are, grab his hand, and yank his arm through and then open and close the door over and over again so it hurts him until he gives in and agrees to leave. O and D cheer in the meantime and then I wake up.

7:10 am - Non-lucid, Nightmare

I'm in a hotel room with my dad and he's complaining about how yesterday it seemed like there was enough wind outside to be able to open the screen door to the balcony and "let out a smell", but it didn't work. He goes outside to stare off into the distance. I start texting a friend about what he just said for some reason and the hotel room starts to morph into a long tunnel leading to a bright foresty area with someone on a bike waiting at the very end of it. Then the scene skips forward to me walking past a bakery and into a big auditorium-seating-type place. I meet a mysterious woman who tells my cynical things about "politics" and I tell her about how delicious all of the food at the bakery is. My memory is a little hazy here, but I think went to the bakery at some point and then returned to the auditorium place, but in the hallways behind where the actual seating area is. A friend of mine (that I can't remember) and I had noticed that the woman had been holding one open beer the entire night and acting kind of secretive about it, and we know that she's going to some political after-party or something so we catch her before she can leave and drag her into a tiny room and confront her on it. She says she's just going to the party to have fun and that's all and my friend goes "With the same beer!?" I grab it from her and take a sip and spit it out, "proving" that it has been poisoned with large amounts of sulfur (which I actually know nothing about). My friend arrests her and leaves. The tiny room turns into my house but in a totally wrong but hard to explain way. I walk into the kitchen and see Barney from How I Met Your Mother (Neil Patrick Harris! ) and he seems to be worried about the fact that I actually took a sip of that sulfur. I try to tell him that it's okay because I only took a tiny sip and then spat it back out, but then I start thinking about it and it makes me start to panic. He does a total 180 and tells me to calm down because he was just being paranoid and he's sure I know what I'm talking about. Laughing, he pulls out a clothes hanger wire from nowhere and tries to tell me, like it's just some cool random fact, about how they used to use those wires to help people who had sulfur poisoning. I'm still really freaking out though because I'm sweating like crazy, especially my feet which feel practically underwater, and I look at my hands and see that my knuckles are turning a sickly-looking light green. I ran down the twisted hallway which is actually straight in real life into my living room and see my mom and dad sitting on the couch (and I think O behind it....) and tell them what's happening but before they can respond my anxiety-induced adrenaline rush wakes me up. Just to remember that I actually do feel terrible even when awake.... Eek.

??? - Dream Fragment

I have no idea when this happened at night, but it occurred to me a little later after I woke up when I was playing Xbox 360. I had a dream somewhat based on Alice: Madness Returns.... It really sucks that I can't remember any more than that, that game is so cool! Oh well, just thought I'd add that.

I'm at a marching band competition and we are sitting in the bottom bleachers as our band instructor is talking to us. As he is talking I see my brother, in his old
Denbigh drum major uniform walk past. He looks at me, but he does not want to interrupt our instructor. After our instructor leaves my brother comes over smiling and says hi.
"Hi," I say as I stand up and hug him.(He's in Hawaii for college, so I only see him on holidays.) The dream scene then switches.
It is night still at the competition and I'm sitting at the top of the bleachers with the drum line, who are playing their drums softly. Then our band comes out onto the field.
They begin to play their song that is apparently played without the drum line. Once they are done, the drumlin stands up to go join them, but before they can, the band starts to play the main show.
"Hey! They forgot us!" yells someone on the line. The dream ends with us watching the rest of the show.

I was at the top of a tall mountain with my cousin and my brother. We each had homemade hang gliders, which were basically flat umbrellas with a pole at the bottom to hold onto. I ran forward and jumped off the cliff and started to glide. I was going really fast, and the wind was very strong. I held the bar under my chest and spread my arms out. I thought about how cool it would be if it was a lucid dream, but didn't go lucid. I swooped down towards the ground and then pulled back up. I turned around and floated to the ground in front of a house. My cousin and brother came down too.

In the house was my aunt and uncle and my dad. I didn't see my dad at first because he was in the kitchen. We sat down at the table, and my aunt was saying how hard teaching is. I was trying to play piano, but with a watermelon, somehow.

I fell asleep attempting WILD after my alarm woke me up for a WBTB. I failed the WILD but had two weird dreams.
The first one: I stepped out of the passenger seat of my mom's car as my mom steps out of the driver's seat. We're in a New Orleans/Vegas resort-type place. There are casinos (is that the proper spelling? lol) as we walk out of the back alley. The dream skips forward a bit; I'm now walking through some outdoor jacuzzi area. In the jacuzzis are assorted people, all young and in their twenties. For some reason (and I'm not complaining), none of the women have the tops to their bikinis on. The dream skips forward again and now I'm watching some form of Colluseum-arena fight thing. There are two men fighting, both wearing armor similar to the prototype Jedi armor in The Force Unleashed 2. The dream skips and I'm walking back to the car with my mom. She tells me that we should leave before the "wire-ers" come. She looks at the car and sees that they've already hit our car. The car has been broken into as if somebody used a wire coathanger to open the windows. I pull out a knife and open the back door. There's a couple having sex in the back seat. I stab them. The dream switches.
Now I'm in my living room. I'm on one couch, my cousin and brother are on the other, and my sister is on the floor. We're watching music videos for some reason. "Locust" by Machine Head comes on, but the video is really weird. It's four guys standing on a cliff, each wearing some really silly hat as the music plays. I look at my cousin and tell him something. I look back, and now there's a massive square spiderweb that spans the length of the living room, right in front of the TV. I stupidly forgot to do an RC . The web is connected to the couch I'm sitting on, with the spider (very small, white, with black rings on it's legs) very near me. I grab a poptart wrapper and try to crush the spider, but it jumps on my hand. I freak out and jerk my handle wildly, making me go into that semi-dream state where you begin to break out of SP. I'm now hallucinating in my room irl, seeing the spider on my hand right in front of my face. I break from SP as I attempt to flail my arm and end up hitting the wall . It's now 8am and I'm gonna try to do WILD again.

Been having real bad recall lately but I'm gonna be posting more now!

I dreamt of this?!?!

I am next to somekind of a outside bus station, two girls who I recognize from school are sitting on a bench. It dawns on me that I had been reading in my dream diary recently and had a dream of this happening (which it didn't, it was just a false memory!) I turn to them and say 'hey, I totally had a premonition of this meeting - I dreamt about it!' And then IT dawns on me that I am dreaming!! - I then turn to the two girls and say 'never mind, that doesn't really count because this is just a dream' I couldn't keep the dream and I woke up.


[COLOR="red"Mini Lucid[/COLOR]

I am aware that I m falling asleep, but then realise that my two daughters have climbed into bed, but no, this is still (the start) of a dream. So I roll out of bed and climb down the stairs, everything is really dark, I hear a real cough from my wife who is next to my physical body, I desperately try to ignore this and go to the front door, but it is too difficult to open - everything is too dark and I cannot keep asleep so I wake

I remember two dreams from last night. In the first one, I'm inside an old house. There's a man in one of the rooms doing something that the rest of us are trying to stop; conducting some sort of experiment or something like that. I don't remember what he's doing, only what the outcome is. Suddenly there are all of these insects in the walls. They're visible because it's like the sheetrock is transparent and you can see the wires and wall frame. The insects look like a swarm of bees and they're moving through the walls from the exterior to the interior of the house. Suddenly the lights go out and it's pitch black inside. A man's voice tells me, "Don't worry; they're going after him.", meaning the man in the room. Apparently, whatever he is doing is attracting the bugs to him. I feel some of the bugs crawl across me but they don't attack. I sense that to me, they're harmless. But the man in the room, I hear him start to scream. About a minute later, the lights come back on and we run to the room where the man had been. When we get there, all we see is a giant swarm of insects beginning to disperse and die. Within seconds, they're all dead and lying on the floor. I can now get a good look at them and realize they're not bees because their bodies and wings are longer and thinner. A man, perhaps the same one who told me earlier not to worry, calls me over and shows me little vials of blood that they have extracted from each of the insects and tells me that they apparently drained all the blood from the man's body before consuming it.

In my next dream, I'm in a cemetery and there's a funeral going on. I'm sitting with some of my family behind a grave that appears to belong to Leonard Nimoy. Besides his name on the headstone, there are photos of him and flowers and momentos laying around. But it's not his funeral because in the dream, I know I've been to his grave before. The funeral appears to be for William Shatner. His grave is just in front of Nimoy's and there is a similar collection of photos, flowers and momentos around it. I am a bit shocked by this because I didn't even know that William Shatner was ill; I thought he was in good health. Then the thought occurs to me that if he had been sick and lost some weight, he would look more like Captain Kirk from the original Star Trek series and that could be a good thing. Off to the side, one of my relatives is pointing out that Zsa Zsa Gabor's name appears on several of the headstones in the cemetery. Someone speaks up and says, "She married your uncle." Apparently, the names of the parents are on the headstones and that's why her name appears on more than one.

I'm disappointed that I did not pick up on any of the obvious clues that this was a dream. Zsa Zsa Gabor never married anyone in my family and both Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner are alive and well in the real world.

She didn't like the concept of labels, so I never asked for her name. I was first aware of her as the melodic, sweetly feminine voice that drifted over my head in quiet tones as I lie in bed each night. We shared a room with another man, you see, and their conversations became the music I would find myself drifting off to sleep to each night.

In that way that women have, she never truly thought that I paid any attention to what she was saying in those moments, although he surely knew. At times, he would sit on the edge of his bed, looking down at me with a small smile as his English accent carried over to the gentle laughther of her refrain. People are funny, that way, in that they will reveal so much more from offhand remarks than when they know they have your full attenton. But, then, it's those moments that cause the first sparks of attraction without anyone realizing it happening.

Her humor, her pain, her love of life, her solitude. Listening to these constants were what caused me to hesitantly reach out, across the barrier between us, and gently touch her foot with my fingertips. For a moment, I felt guilt for intruding on her relationship with the Englishman, but that soon faded as I committed myself to the act. Her skin was warm, smooth, and I instantly grew more courage.

"Hey," I said, "Why don't you join me, so that I can hold you for a while?" The room was cold, and having another body to warm the bed seemed reasonable enough. There was some light rustling, and I caught my first sight of her as she crawled across the top of my bed's comforters. Thick auburn ringlets framed her full, beautiful face. Soft brown eyes searched mine warily, inquisitively, for a motive. A body full of life and curves was shielded from view by thin pajamas, but the pure essence of her person radiated nonetheless.

She sat on her feet for a few minutes, regarding me. She was suspicious, but wonderfully intelligent at the same time. I opened my arms, careful in both my honesty, and in my conviction. She knew that there was no force to my invitation, just a desire to comfort and share the peace two souls find when in each other's arms, should she wish it. Slowly, she slipped under the covers, her eyes never leaving mine, ensuring that I knew this was entirely by a choice that could be rescinded at any moment.

Her warmth, her pure feminine form wrapped itself along my side as she nestled against me. She smelled of woman - not the floral or spice that women choose to hide behind, but the wonderful fragrance that fills your nose upon first awakening each morning, your face resting upon her skin. I gently wrapped my arm around the silk contours of her waist, and we finally accepted the comfort each had been unsure of before.

I pointed, then, to her full breasts, my eyes still not having left her own, as I told her that I knew of the difficulty she was fighting within. Fear, sadness, and uncertainty flashed across her face, mixed with the realization that I had, indeed, been paying attention to her remarks from earlier. Any misgivings she had melted away from the severity of it all. Being reminded of one's mortality tends to be sobering, that way.

Over the coming months, the gradual act of being mutual comforters blurred into that of friends, of lovers, and ultimately understanding. Her world was slowly slipping away, while mine consisted of a never-ending supply of warmth, compassion, and a reminder to her that she was always the voluptuous woman I had first laid eyes on. She was, in every way, my world, and her acceptance healed me in ways far greater than I could ever return.

As I lie there, in bed, the haze of reality and dream brought to focus the one thought I had been avoiding: her passing. No longer would her voice whisper in my ears, her warmth comfort my nights. The companionship that we had both grown to depend upon ceased to exist as the disease overtook the last of her will. I would have to start over, without her, and she... she would finally find the rest she had so desparately been seeking.

A sudden wave of pure, agonizing grief washed over me, and eyes still closed clenched tightly in response, sending the first tear I had allowed myself to escape across my lashes. The burning sensation upon my skin ushered me across the bridge from my memories, and she faded into their eternal fog.

It was 3 AM, and I was alone, but forever loved.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm driving through the parking lot of a shopping center, at night. There is a violent physical altercation going on in the parking lot, and it turns into a gunfight.

I'm now riding my bicycle through a nearby residential neighborhood, where there is more violence going on. It's still nighttime. As I ride, I pray that I won't get hit by a stray bullet. I also reflect that I could be driving to my destination, which is my old church, but I like bicycling better than driving. [This is true.] I miss the turn to get to St. Mark's.

I'm no longer riding my bicycle; I'm now standing in a black nothing. [I suspect that I might have DEILDed here, but I'm not positive.] I think of the destination I was just trying to get to, the parish hall at my old church, and cause a knife from the parish hall's silverware drawer to appear in my hand. A second later, the parish hall appears around me.

I walk through the room, appreciating the dream environment, as usual. A lot of people are there, including my parents. My dad comes up to me and offers to give me a hug, and I accept it and hug back. All the people are there for a big reception, with a lot of food laid out on tables.

After the reception, when everyone has left except me, my parents, and two or three other people, there is still a huge platter of thinly-sliced roast beef left over. I try to give it away to those two or three other people.

I wake up in my current bedroom, very pleased to have just had a lucid dream. I remember to grab my phone, which is running Ev's Lucid Dreaming App for Android, and draw a star on the screen with my finger to indicate that I just had a lucid dream. I draw the star, but very sloppily, with one point much bigger and longer than the other points. I'm concerned that the program won't recognize the gesture, but it does. It displays the gesture I just drew with the caption “lucidity!” underneath it, in the same font it always uses for those captions.

When I woke up for real, I thought to myself, You know, I bet I didn't actually record that lucid dream. The app wouldn't recognize the star if I drew it that poorly, and the caption always just says "lucid dream." I checked my actual phone and, sure enough, no "lucid dream" mark on my graph. That had, indeed, been a false awakening. I felt slightly frustrated, as well as highly amused that the app had shown up in one of my FAs.

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Side notes:

Wow. I'm pretty pleased with this DEILD, if that is indeed what it was, and with my sudden mastery of changing the dream scene. To be fair, though, I did change it to the destination I had been trying to reach in my non-lucid nightmare.

I didn't realize until after I woke up that the part where my dad hugged me was day residue. On the evening before I had this dream, I hadn't bothered to get up and hug my dad when he left the house, and I had regretted it. I thought it was awfully nice of my subconscious to give me a second chance to do that.

3/11/11

Lost a lot of the dream now as this is just from memory. It was quite an involved dream though, the first one in quite a while.

At night roaming around a large office on something like the 481st floor. There was a lot of university friends in various rooms as well and we all progressed as a sparse group together. Someone/thing was following us but we weren't in any great hurry, we just looked through anything that was interesting and then left everything exactly as it was when we arrived.
At the opposite end of the floor was a corridor that turned to the left and through some sort of 'team' sight I could see a trap that someone in the group had set in the floor.
By stepping on certain areas the floor would turn into spikes but we could 'see' where was safe and all navigated quickly through to the exit door just past it.
A sense of urgency sprung up now that we had actively begun to 'fight back'. The next section of the building was a large warehouse whose height spanned multiple floors. Someone pointed out that we had moved to the next floor in entering it.
Strewn all about were big crates with tarps tying them down that everyone was standing on and nervously waiting on top of.

Then something tripped the trap and we all knew we had been foolish to try it because now whatever was following was just going to be more pissed/harass us faster. People began bailing and splitting from the group.

I decided I would summon my wolves to help me escape/be prepared if/when I was caught. I raised my hand to the ceiling which as I activated my magic turned into a twilight sky that rapidly bled to red and then a deep purple. On the floor in front of me two large circles, about 4m in diameter, opened up. Their perimeters spun with golden runes and markings around the midnight black centre.
Out of the centre two enormous wolves appeared. These things were the size of buses, in snow white to contrast the their darkening summons. Despite their size and raw power they behaved like lifelong pets and were very playful, like they were my guardian animals. They had blue and orange edged eyes respectively and distinct personalities.

I jumped on the back of one and rode it around the large warehouse and adjoining access ways. Eventually I met up with people I want to stick with and they seemed reassured that my wolves were on hand in case things got hairy.

But I never got a chance to do more than ride them around which was still pretty fun.

I think I have to blame this dream on my mom's addiction to cooking competition shows, and perhaps a bit on my own weird fascination with wedding planning shows.

I dreamed that my mother and I were in our living room, watching a wedding show or a cake-making show or something. Think something you'd see on TLC. The wedding cake that had been made was amazing, it looked just like the carriage from Disney's Cinderella. Unfortunately, the bride wasn't able to cut the cake for some reason, and the bakers had a short amount of time to fix it for her. The bride had cancer, and her chemo treatment had made her bald. She wanted a new bridal veil, but I can't remember why. One of the bakers on the TV points out to my mother and me and says "Why don't you help us?"

Bam. Suddenly my mom and I are inside the television/in the environment of the show. The cake designer tells us to find a new veil. We find ourselves in a huge city (NYC maybe?) and being the country bumpkins that we are, we're totally out of our element. We vigilantly look for a veil though. Under benches. In mailboxes. Inside newsstands. Totally logical places to look for a bridal veil, right? (/sarcasm)

We ended up on the outskirts of the city. It was a very desolate wasteland. This is when I woke up and had to start my day, which was disappointing. I would've loved to gone further in the dream, or maybe even attempt to become lucid and make the veil magically appear to see what would happen as a result.

I was in school, in college. I was practicing a sport. I remember a train, and my classmates.

So I remembered my dream last night too. (I will use two blue capitals for names of real people, and grey for non-dream text.)

Me, AD, DA and LI are at a swimming pool not too far from my house. We are in between a changing area and a locker room, all in swimwear. I open a door (in a wall that isn't there) and get attacked by a yellow and black spotted spider with thin legs and a large abdomen (4-5cm)(Big enough for me!) And I freak out and brush it off me. AD squishes it. Two girls appear, both aged near 13, wearing summery dresses, and throw a common brown spider at me. I brush the spider away and turn away from the girls in an attempt to enter the pool. They get in the way so I push past them. Then I wake up.

My Dad was talking to me about swimming once a week a few days before the dream, I guess that's what brought it on. Not sure about the spiders though, I'm not usually too freaked out by them.