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There was a storm that was going to hit the town I live in. The news reporters were saying that they expected at least 100 families to be wiped out due to being low on the ground. I told my parents immediately that there was a storm and they needed to get to higher ground.

I woke up reciting a poem, but now I can't remember what it was. I do remember the word "about" rhyming with something else.

10/1/11

DILD

Recall: poor (it was a few days ago)

Notes: I was sleeping in a hotel

I was driving my car and struggling mightily. I was wasted and could barely control myself, let alone the car. I was nowhere close to staying in a lane. And sure enough, I look back and a cop is pulling me over. I think that there is no way I am going to get out of this. At that moment I realized that it was a dream. Thank God. It started to fade and I was okay with that because I was having a bad time anyway. After a few seconds I realized that I wanted to stay in the dream so I focused on the sensations I felt driving my car. I felt my bed under me and I lost my vision, but I was visualizing and imagining the tactile sensations. I wanted to get back into the same dream so I could go and fight the cop.

After a few moments I was back in the dream with my car stopped. I got out and walked over to the cop car. I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I look in the window and he was a....her. And she was pretty hot. She was short and thin with dark red hair. I went to plan B and started making out with her. Things got hot and heavy for awhile and I think I moved on to involve other girls too.

After awhile I noticed that some cops were after some black guy. I decided to join the hunt. He ran to the front of a large apartment building and flew up. I tried to fly up, but I was too close to the wall and when I got close I lost speed and had to grab a ledge. It ended up being a 40 ft. super jump. I quickly climbed to the top of the building and resumed the chase. He turns and tries to fight me. I decide to instead use my telekinesis to suspend him in the air, helpless. He ran at me and I lifted him up. His momentum caused him to drift in the air towards me. I take a step back and I am holding him still about 3 ft. in the air. He squirms and tries to fight his way out, but it doesn't help. I am bringing him back to the police when I wake up.

I've just moved in to college. I have a dorm room to myself that is very high up in an apartment building. For some reason, I'm really in to guns, as is my dad. In my room, I have a little porch that I can sit on with a chair, pool table, and a few other little things. It's shared with other people on my floor. I have 2 guns: a old repeating rifle, and a .22 caliber revolver. (I do not know anything about guns IRL, so I don't know if those terms make sense. It's just what I remember from the dream. I think I got them from video games) I leave to go do some things, and when I get back, the shiny silver revolver has been stolen. I ask around and the lunchlady (or janitor or something) says she might know who stole my gun. She hands me a picture with three ladies on it. They look like they're sitting on a park bench at night or something.

Someone suggests that I run this photograph through a computer so that it can identify the people for me. I know that this is nonsense. There's a few reverse image searches on the internet, but the probability that this random photograph (glossy, as if it was originally film) was posted on the web on a public site is basically nothing. But I run the picture through the computer anyway. I think it's hooked up to a police database or something. It comes up with names for all of the women. I then cross-reference these names with visitor records to the dorm, and find that they all came to the dorm a few days ago. I look up security footage for that day, and follow them around as best as I can. I notice that when they're close to my room, my gun is already missing.

So, then I go find the lady who was closest to my gun (by magic I guess?) and ask her if she's seen it. She gets nervous and says that she hasn't. I grab her arm, but my hand into her... umbrella and find my gun. I say that she's welcome to argue that this gun is hers, but I'll be confirming the registration, and I think that it will be a match to mine. She's also welcome to sue me for my methods of finding her, but she won't have much luck. After all, I didn't steal the photograph I used to identify her, and I used public resources.

Also, I remember going to my dad's house. He had a bunch of guns set up in the back of the house. Like 40 or so. Tons of boxes of ammo and stuff. I look around, find one that says "carbine" on it, and aim through the little scope. It's hard to see through it.

I also had another dream last night, but I only remember fragments. There was a huge sort of.. play pen complex. Kind of like those networks of tunnels and slides that you see at the kids section at McDonald's. I don't know what to call those. This thing is huge though. It's hundreds of stories high, and kind of inter-networked with an apartment building. I know that a woman lives up there in one of the glass domes that you can look out of, so I go trying to find her. I don't remember anything else about this part. Later I was exploring with my fiancee Alisha. We find a sort of ... dock thing. It's wooden and made out of that dark pine wood that docks are made out of. I think ships might have been involved.

So I remember this one from like the middle of it and so my brother and I were in some sort of flying structure thing and we were going over the valley where I live except it was like an ocean and a mountain near my house was on an island. So my brother and I flew over the ocean and earlier he said he hoped his life jacket would work. So then we had to drop into the ocean and we started falling really fast but I didn't get that weird stomach feeling as we fell. So again he said he hoped his thing would work and I said we were going too fast. So anyways we were underwater but I couldn't swim for the life of me. I started to panic and then I saw these floaty red things that would take you to the surface so as one passed I grabbed it and held on tight and it brought us to the surface. So we both were sitting there just floating and so we had to swim back to our island which I guess was new York city and not my town, so we swam and I though we were at the Chicago island when we got there, but my brother said that new York had streets facing the ocean so we were home and we talked to some people and yeah.

The Night of Awareness.
I'm pretty proud! Last night I was very aware in my dreams, and some of them were very vivid. 1 time I was close to become lucid, 1 time I'm not sure about, and 1 time I became lucid! I'm going to tell you about them all 3!
Thanks for reading!

Lucid
Non-Lucid
Thoughts

The Party:

This is the first dream. I'm not sure if it was a non-lucid or a lucid, and I can only remember the end of the dream. I really have no idea, but I'm just going to mark it with blue anyway.

I was talking with some people. It was in a big room, and there wasn't so much light. Somewhere I remember it as a party, but everything was just grey and black. They were drinking something, maybe a beer. I don't drink, and I walked away from them. I often talk to myself, and I said to myself: "The alarm is probably going to wake me up soon, if not it's weird" And then the alarm began to ring, and I woke up. Scary.

Tennis Awareness:

This is the dream, where I almost became lucid. If I haven't woke up, I'm pretty sure that I would had became lucid.

I was standing in a room. Some DCs was playing tennis. The room was warm, and people were sweating. The floor was yellow, like the floor in the P.E room, and there was theese weird football things, and lines on the floor in different colours. One of the DCs, who I've never seen before, came over to me. She had her blonde hair in a horsetail, and was sweating. Suddently, the music turned off, and there wasn't one person who said anything, there was completely silence. She said to me: "Look at the colours. Look at the floor. Look at all the details. This could be a dream. Remember to do it." and then I woke up.

The Sunny Tree:

This is the lucid one. I was lucid in a very short moment, but when I get lucid more often, I have to train to be there for longer time.
This was a kind of a nightmare, because I cried and wasn't so happy, and I think the dream is too personally. So I'm just going to post the end of the dream, the lucid-part. Okay..

...I walked out of the door, and out in the awesome weather. The sun shined on my skin, and I could feel the cold wind. I remembered Puffins SAT technique, and began to look around on the details. The tree was really green, and it was very beautiful. It almost danced in the wind. It was amazing. Suddently, it hitted me, that I didn't knew this place. And how did I get here?
"This could be a dream!" I said to myself. I tried to remember how I get there, but I couldn't. Yes, it was a dream. I was just about to do a RC, just to confirm that it really was....when I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place that looked like a living room. But there were a lot of people there. The living room was lit with natural light, which came in through a big window off to my left. I sat along a wall with a lot of other people. In front of the window may have been some boxes or cases, like guitar cases.

A tall, white man with shoulder-length, brown hair walked up to one of the guitar cases and picked it up. (Or he may have brought a guitar case to the window and sat it down.) It looked like the man was struggling a bit with the guitar and case. So I got up to help the man.

I found that I was really of no help at all. I tried to grab one end of the case and just dropped it. The case was really heavy! Somehow the man managed to arrange the case or pick it up or something.

I knew the guitar was the man's guitar. I knew the man was in a band, so that he was out playing this guitar all the time. I asked the man, "No offense, don't take this the wrong way. But -- how can you play a guitar like that for a whole show?" By this time the man had the guitar out and was tuning it. I continued, "I can barely lift the thing. How can you carry it for a whole show?"

The man may have made some comment to me about how I shouldn't be so lazy, and how it wasn't so hard to carry the guitar.

I got a closer look at the guitar. It was made up of a lot of gagues and meters, like for some kind of electrical reading apparatus. The strings and tuning knobs themselves looked more like high-tech machine parts than guitar parts.

The man had started playing something. An old woman came up to me, as if to dance with me to the music. The old woman was just a bit shorter than I, with a big, round hairstyle of dyed-bright-red hair. She was slightly tan, with slightly wrinkled skin. She wore black sunglasses and some kind of white, soft, leather jacket.

I spun the old woman around a few times. But I started to wonder if everybody around me would think I was in love with this old woman, since I was dancing with her.

I sat in the room, in the dark. A light shone on the wall across from me. It was like a round spotlight. It shone on two or three spots of a map. The spots may have moved around. The map showed countries, possibly like in Europe. The colors of the countries were probably pink, purple, and orange.

I was standing up again, in the daylight again, and possibly dancing with another person, possibly my brother or sister.

Dream #2

I was in a place like a zoo or some kind of national park. It was daytime. The light was slightly pale, the sky may have been partly cloudy, and the air cool and a little breezy. I had just walked away from some group of people, possibly my family, or maybe a group of friends. I think I went away from them so I could go get my shoes.

I was walking on a wide, stone-tile path. There were big groups of people all over the place. Off to my left was an asphalt path that went back through a moderately wooded area, up a small hill, possibly to some mansion at the top of the hill. I kept going forward.

I walked past long stretches of benches that ran along the curves of the wide stone-tile path. There were crowds of people standing and lounging around, and crowds of people sitting on the benches.

Toward the end of one of the stretches of benches I saw an old friend from high school, Michelle, who I hadn't thought about in years. She looked a lot different. She had short hair, buzzed all around the sides, with just a flip of dyed-blue hair for a kind of bangs-effect. She wore a blue hoodie and blue jeans. She may have been sitting with a girl, who may have been her girlfriend.

I was happy to see Michelle again, and I called to her. I may actually have thought she was one of my cousins. I had to keep on going -- I had to find my shoes -- but I yelled out to Michelle, as I passed her, that I'd stop to talk to her when I got back.

This path had apparently run along the edge of a cliff or steep slope, which was off to my right. The path went down a gentle slope just past where I saw Michelle. I must have gotten down to the bottom of the slope.

In my mind's eye I saw my shoes: they were old, worn out, brown leather shoes, almost like something in a Van Gogh painting.

I don't know if I ever found my shoes. But I was now running back up the hill. I had to get back to the people I left, so we could leave the "zoo" for the day. And I had to get back to them on time. But before I went back to the people I'd left, I wanted to see if I could talk to my friend/cousin one last time.

But as I was running, I got jammed up. It was like some person in the park was trying to be a jerk and had gotten in my way. Somehow I'd gotten tangled up with this person, who I couldn't see -- I think they were behind me. I kept struggling and struggling until I was free. I then kicked the person.

When I turned around to the person -- I'd expected to see some tall, white guy who was being a jerk -- I saw a kind of short, really fat, black woman in a police officer's uniform. The woman started yelling at me, "You think it's cool to hit a police officer? You're gonna pay for that!"

I was trying to figure out what I needed to do to make up to the police officer. But she now started giving me a kind of mild lecture on how there was no running in the zoo, how it was too dangerous. She may have said, "Especially when you're not wearing shoes."

I suddenly realized I knew this woman. She "had been" a "ranger" at one of the New York City Parks I'd worked at in the past. (IWL she had been a different kind of worker than a ranger.) She was now a bit taller than me, in much better shape, with a bit lighter skin-tone, and wearing a ranger's uniform.

The woman started talking to me about what had been going on in the parks since I had left. I thought this woman was taking up all the time I'd wanted to spend talking to my cousin/friend. I thought she could even make me too late to re-join my group and go home. But I thought I should sit here and listen to her anyway. I was still trying to make up for having, technically, assaulted her.

The woman's main focus was some woman who had gotten kicked out of the Parks Service. The kicked-out woman had done some apparently scandalous things. But they didn't sound very scandalous: mostly just spending too much time talking to park-goers and not enough time doing her actual job.

As my old co-worker spoke, it became night. My old co-worker became a kind of tall, overweight man wearing glasses. The man was black, with a light skin-tone and freckles. We stood in the blue night, at the edge of an asphalt path, near a stand of some tall pine trees.

The man kept telling the story of the kicked-out woman. Apparently on the day the woman had been confronted, she'd been having a really bad day. She'd actually gotten violent with some people. But now that she'd been confronted, she'd gotten even more violent.

The man backed himself deep into the stand of trees, almost to the edge of some cliff or steep slope. I had to walk into the trees to see the man, who stood under a clear sky hung with a huge, clear, white moon.

The man began acting out all the violent motions the woman had made when she had been confronted. The man was tossing his limbs all over the place and shouting. He looked crazy. I was a little afraid, as if I thought the man would attack me.

Non-Dream Dream Lucid

Ok so this was completely by chance this happened. I just exhausted after waking up at 3A.M. for no good reason. SO I wanted to stay awake and yet I fell asleep, and this is what followed.

I woke to myself shaking violently, like vibrations, I quickly knew (thought) I was having a WILD so I went with the flow and I was in my room. I did an RC and it worked, I was tired though. I don't know why, but the dream destabilized and I False Awakened into my room again, I did another RC and it worked, only this time I did more to stabilize it. I rubbed my hands together then got up and went into the kitchen. It was dark and I rubbed down my whole body on the way there, to ground myself more. I went over to the Refridgerator (sorry if I spelled it wrong) and opened it in search of dream food because I wanted another taste of dream food, not just a saliva smoothie. So I searched and it was empty. My mom started to walk into the room and talk to my, I was thinking about asking her if she knew she was in my dream, but I quickly discarded the thought and went outside. It was a bright, sunny day, much different then the darkness in my house. I decided to have some fun so I ran to this one patch of grass around my house, It was fairly large. It had a treeline hugging it to the North, East, and West. With a road the parted it and split into a "T" shape on the other side of the row of trees. I ran down into the grass spot which some army men were standing around, it was downhill from the road. I heard a voice say "Caramel Apples are not only delicous but make you really strong" (The TV was on and my mind was twisting the words) and I look back up at the road once I walk to the army men and their is a group of enemies on the road. I immediatly call for mortar strikes and everything got crazy. Mortars were started raining down from the sky at them. Like giant, bullet-shaped rain drops, but they had a forcefield of sorts, all the mortars were bouncing away a couple of inches from the group. All you could here was the screaming of the mortars flying through the air and the enemies shooting. Two helicopters then came around. One picked up the enemy group and the other headed to the other side of the trees. It was an enemy helicopter that wasn't meant to be there. Me and this girl ran to the other side of the trees, and the helicopter crashed near us. It's deadly spining blades were getting close to cutting me in have, and got the girl in the lip. I was wondering where our helicopter was when it bursted from above the treeline. It landed about 10 meters away from us. We escaped the range of the crashed helicopter. Which was smoking, but eventually was able to fly away. We loaded up into the helicopter. We put our stuff down and the girl was talking about where one of the helicopter blades got her. AND THEN I WAKE UP.

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[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Hypnagogic
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[COLOR="silver"]I went to bed later than usual, I don't know if it was because of that, but either way I only remembered a small fragment from one dream when I woke up in the morning. I did remember some other dreams but I didn't noted them so I forgot them too.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was in a place in Sweden called Småland, and I was laying in another bed I got a little nervous because this was so vivid that I almost thought I had been kidnapped or something, but then I recognised where I was.
Then I don't remember anything more.[/COLOR]

I used to keep a dream journal while I teen (I was more interested at that time about dream interpretation), but now as I want to learn to attain lucidity, I've decided to keep another journal to see how I progress.

I guess the first dreams will be regular dreams. Hope eventually they will turn to LDs.

So here is part of my last dream early in the morning. Couldn't recall everything, usually I seem to be able to recall the last part. Must work on this.

Oct. 3, 2011

I was in a room with P. (my ex-boss and also a friend) next to me on one side (sitting at a desk) and another person at the other side. We were sitting and discussing something.

Next I remember I was walking with some other people in line and there was a road down and one up. Most went up but I chose to go the down road. A guy (somehow he was familiar and I kind of liked him, I think he's an actor in RL - it was probl. why I went downwards) came with me.

At some point we got next to a door. I then realized that I would die once I got to the other side of that door (executed, killed - somehow Nazi stuff came to mind there). I asked the guy if I will die. And the guy said yes, but we can stop for a minute to delay it a bit. Then we stopped at the door to rest.

Next I know, I was running back and went to the upper road, with the line of people going upwards. There was an older man (somebody important) and I somehow got next to him. He had in his hands a thread like a black shoelace that he was playing with.

We went to some kind of arena and we sat down, and the young guy came running after me. I was afraid that the older guy will let him take me away, but while he looked sadly over me disappointed that actually took the road going down earlier on and that I ran away, he didn't let him take me away, so I continued sitting down there next to the older person...That's pretty much what I remember before waking up.

Saturday, October 1st 2011.
First off let me say this is one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had. The absolute logic of the dream is probably what scared me the most, the fact that even awake I cannot find an explanation is terrifying to me. Ok, now to the dream.

This dream started with me waking up in a house that I knew was my house but had never seen before. I stretched out and yawned, then instinctively went to the bathroom to piss. I remember thinking to myself that it was odd that I knew where the bathroom was when I had never been to the house before. I kind of had this weird time skip thing where I opened the bathroom door and stepped outside into the dark yard of the house. There were wrecked cars and I realized that it was a trailer park.

There were people standing around a bonfire drinking beer and hard alcohol in red cups. There was music playing and I heard it playing but I did not know what it was. Suddenly I heard a cough and jumped a little as I noticed the guy standing right next to me. "It's kind of weird how that works out isn't it?" He said, the guy was my good friend Keith "Yea" I responded continuing the conversation that I could tell had been going on between us for several minutes, I had been talking though unaware of it. I remembered that we were talking about people with mental retardation and mental disabilities. I looked up at the sky and was pleasantly surprised by the number of stars. I turned back to Keith who was gone and instead I was now talking to my friend Tyler. "Yea Jake has Ike, and Keith has you" He said as if he had been talking to me the whole time.

Let me explain this a little bit. Jake is one of my friends who has a brother with down syndrome, Ike. In previous dreams I have dreamed that Keith is my brother. So when Tyler said that Keith had me, He was comparing me to Ike. This was the point in the dream where I started to get scared and freaked out. Back to the dream.

I started to get a head rush and felt really dizzy. I knew that I had to sit down, I rubbed my eyes trying to ignore the buzzing in my head. When I pulled my hands away I was standing in the living room of the house. I sat on the couch behind me. A man came walking down the hall with a fat cigar in his mouth, he was my brother. I had never seen him before but I knew that he was my brother. "Wheres yours?" he said taking a long pull of his cigar. I reached into my pocket and found a pack black and mild cigars. I pulled one out and searched for a lighter that I could not find. "Here" Said another man who was sitting in a chair next to me. This man I also knew was my brother, he held out a lighter for me to light up.

Something seemed incredibly familiar about this moment and I suddenly asked out of nowhere "Has this happened before?". My two brothers exchanged looks. The older of the two, and the one standing, responded "Yea, you keep breaking through and relapsing". At that moment A flood of thoughts overwhelmed my brain and I remembered that this same exact situation had happened before. Another thought that stood out was this knowledge that I had a mental disability that caused me to forget almost everything. I picked up a mini corn dog off a plate on the table and dipped it in some mustard before taking a bite.

A door opened and a woman came in. I had this spike of emotion when I saw her, it was my mother (not my real mother, I'd never seen this woman before). She started to tear up as she walked towards me. This was too much for me to handle and I shouted "Stop! I cant handle this! Give me a second!". She stopped and I saw her lips quivering as she bit them to prevent herself from crying. Everything seemed to freeze except for me at this point. I took some pulls off my cigar and just tried to digest everything that was happening.

I said something that I didn't understand and suddenly my mom came over, hugged me, and cried into my shoulder. "Dont overwhelm him or he'll forget again" My younger brother said "We need to take it slow or it'll be a relapse just like last time." Then I was alone sitting on the edge of my bed in my boxers twiddling my thumbs and staring off into space. I was thinking, about what I have no idea but it was an extremely intense moment even though nothing was happening. If I sleep I'll forget I thought to myself. Suddenly I was fighting with my eyelids trying to stay awake. After a moment I could not resist and I fell back and went to sleep.

Then I woke up.
Why does this dream frighten me so much?
Because it could be true. I could have a mental disability that causes me to forget everything. I could live in that trailer park, in that trailer with 2 brothers and my mom. Everything seemed so real and familiar it was terrifying.

I was living in a house with a couple that was fighting. They had two young boy children. I was rearranging the children rooms in a way that makes me think of the sims. After that I went into the bathroom and arranged my toiletries in drawers designated for me. The walls were of tacky pink tiles and the sink was a matching pink. There was warm sunlight coming in through the bathroom mirror. I walked into the pale yellow kitchen ans noticed my tooth felt loose. I tugged on it with my finger and it slipped out. I shoved it back in and shouted that I needed to see a doctor. I suddenly became aware of how bizzar the whole situation was and I became lucid. I confirmed my suspicion with a nose check. I then utilized my time by exploring the house and my lucidity. I don't remember much of what happens here because my dream after this was so long. I somehow loose my lucidity and next thing I know im in bed with allen. I am on top of him and were wrestling in a playful manor. I am remembering the dream I just had and I have a sneaky suspicion that I am dreaming still. I push my tongue against my tooth and its a little loose. I then see credits rolling on the tv and I see that I can't read them at all, they are in some alien style of writing. I begin to laugh with joy. I bend over and kiss allen on the chest. I think to myself that I don't want to have sex but enjoy the dream buy first id give allen a little smooch. Dream character allen decides to be a dick and tell me that he doesn't want to have sex because it is a waste of being in the astral plane. Then he suggested that I have sex with someone else if I choose to. I tell him to fucking off in a slightly annoyed buy playful way and I roll off of him. I walk back through the kitchen. Some DC's are there but I ignore them and walk outside. I start walking down a paved road with trees with long vines on either side. I begin to swing from the vines like I did when my Gma had trees like this when I was a little girl. It was extremely fun, like something Tarzan would have done. When the trees stopped I was at the edge of a town. Many people had gathered for some type of african music festival. I walked towards the music and saw a very rasta like man playing some african drums. I started to dance to the music and laugh. The man stopped banging the drums for a minute to switch drums but the music sounds continued. I took note on how I was infact the one creating all the music and for some reason I thought that was super cool. I walked over to a vendor selling elephant ears. I was handed one. It was super sugary and tasty. I kept dancing/ walking my way out of the city. The warm day light started to dim and I could see the stars. I was now walking down hill. A commercial plane flew really close past me and I literally shouted out "wow, cool!!!". The plane was really shinny and impressive. I then noticed 3 boys in front if me. They were unlike all the other people I encountered in my dream. They were all really excitedly saying to eachother how they were all lucid. One of them suggested that they try to fly. I took particular note of the fact that none of them had seemed to notice that I was there, strange for most of the DC's in my dreams. I decided to fly too. Usually it takes me 3 jumps before im in the air. I did my 3 jumps but was intersected by a small helicopter flying kinda low. I laughed it off and did it again. This time I was hovering nicely. I continued down the road and came upon an old police station. No one else was around and I got an urge to investigate. I opened the doors. It looked like something out of the 30's. Wake up

This dream was incredibly long but unfortunately much of it has been forgotten. I was at a really creepy movie theater with allen. The place was packed with people and the screen was much larger then normal. The carpet was a deep red color. Allen and I got into our seats. A weird type of belt attached itself around me. Allens chair did the same. Then the chairs shifted to new locations. While they shifted my chair slowed past a man working there. He turned towards me and his face was extremely creepy, like lumpy and sort of greenish. I gasped in fear. When the chairs stopped, mine ended up behind allens. I leaned over allens smolder and told him about the guys face and said that we needed to get out of there. He agreed. We both tugged at the straps of out belts until we were released. Hand in hand we ran out of the movie theater.
*memory laps*
Allen and I end up in a field like place with tall grass and bright sun light. There is an rv there that serves people breakfast food. When I walk up closer to the rv I see that it is my friend Raechel who is serving people food. She must be intoxicated in some way and I like it. She keeps moving around in a flowing fashion, smiling with her eyes half open. I get her attention for long enough for her to sit at a picnic table with me. She explains that her sole goal in life is to be a pancake maker. We part ways. I can't remember much more here other then allen and I walking around the grassy area, looking at hippies.
*memory laps*
Allen, leo, dina, and I are looking for an apartment to live. We visit one that is on a top floor with private stairs to it. Their is a roof covering for the area and a view from that point. I get super excited and tell everyone that it is the one. I explained that it was going to be my mew reading area. They all just stood there as I threw down some pillows and blankets down on the concrete floor. I wrapped one white blanket around my body and plopped to the ground. The view was of trees and it was grey and misty out but yet beautiful. Leo told me that it would be to cold for me to read out there during winter. I showed him an outlet and suggested we get an outdoor heater then. It started to snow and the view was even more incredible. Then they all sat by me for a while and watched the snow.

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

I'm in my family's house [it doesn't look anything like any of our real houses]. P. has a terrible secret that she can't stand to tell our parents, so she's making me tell them for her. She actually cries when she tries to talk about it, because she feels so bad about it. Information about the secret is hidden on the computer in a file called “Sisters.nxt,” which is the type of file that contains programming instructions for the toy robots we use at my teaching job.

Our parents come in, and I gather my courage and tell Mom the terrible secret. Everyone is upset, including me.

When I woke up, I was quite stunned that it had just been a dream. It had been incredibly vivid and realistic. I actually made mental notes to call my sister and ask her if she was okay, and to to check my real computer later for a file named “Sisters.nxt.” [There was none, of course.]

I'm in my car [my new-to-me one], on my driveway. It rolls backward down the driveway, even though the parking brake is set. [Anxiety. I am afraid of this happening.] As I turn around to look behind me, I see JM backing a big truck up to our driveway. I smile and wave at him.

I'm back in the same house from earlier, with my parents. My mom's hair has suddenly turned gray, and is short and fluffy. It has two parts that come to a point on the top of her head, which she is feeling with her fingertips to find out how they go. My dad's hair is also turning gray. I realize that I'm back in the unfamiliar house that appeared in my previous dream, and therefore, that I'm dreaming.

I turn away from my parents and walk around the house, observing. The rooms are spacious and empty in the middle. Thoughts about how all this is a dream and not real just won't leave me alone, even though I try to ignore them, for fear that thinking about it too much will cause the dream to fade and me to wake up. I remember that I should try to stabilize and ground myself in the dream by engaging more of my senses, so I go looking for something to eat.

One of the rooms of the house is a kitchen. I open the refrigerator and get out one of those little plastic, single-serving cups of applesauce. I open it up and eat it directly out of the cup, by sticking my tongue into it. It tastes just like applesauce, but the flavor isn't as strong as it would be in reality. I also find that my lips are all tingly and semi-numb, as if I'd had a Novacaine shot that was wearing off. I think, That's happening because these sensations of eating aren't real.

[Dreamskip.] I'm outside, and I remember that I wanted to fly in this dream. I try to take off twice, and both times, I succeed only in jumping about six or eight feet and then falling back down to the ground. The first time, I end up on my butt. After the second time, I think, Wait, don't I usually do this just by thinking about flying? So I do, and it works. I fly around the beautiful scenery of a bunch of ocean harbors and inlets with towns on them. At one point, I fly through some power lines [?] intangibly. [I don't feel any sensation associated with it, though.] As I fly, I go, “Wheeee!”

I'm outside a big church building at night, still flying around.

I'm inside a shop full of shoes and other fashion items. It is owned by Yusuf, who is minding it. I fly through the shop and out the front entrance, into a street.

I'm now outside that same big church building during daylight. I say to myself, “It's daytime now because my real body says so.” I say this because I know it must be light outside by now, and I'm sure my body clock knows that. I decide to just walk across the grass to get to the entrance of the church, but then I use a small burst of my flight powers to get up all six steps in one leap.

There is some big event going on on an outdoor lawn, with tents or shade covers set up. [I don't really remember this part very well.]

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Side notes:

Last night was the one-year anniversary of the night I had my first substantial lucid dream. That fact made me really motivated to have another cool lucid dream, and I succeeded in having one. I was really pleased and proud of myself that I had. I wasn't quite as euphoric about it as I was that first night, but I was pretty happy. I'm really happy with what I've experienced in my dream life this year, but, of course, there's much more I want to do and learn. Here's to many more years of lucid dreams!

I was at a party and everybody there seemed like they were old friends even though I did not know most of them. The house was very nice and had a lot of property, a large deck, a long drive way, and very nice furniture. There was a baseball field and a soccer field close to the house where people were playing under the lights, it was nighttime.

First I was inside doing something that I could not remember. I started to go outside, though I got stopped by somebody who tried to tell an embarrassing story about me but nobody was listening so I kept going. I said hello to whom I presume owned the house and to a cute girl who followed me outside to smoke a cig.

On the deck I sat in a chair by the railing and talked with the cute girl who asked me why I had so much trouble sleeping. I looked around and saw that everybody was very interested in how I would answer, I said “I don’t know, some nights it’s like I have insomnia and other nights I sleep fine.” The cute girl responded “Yea I cant sleep when I’m camping” And that clicked with me as I responded “Yea camping is the worst, I don’t sleep at all when I’m camping” to which she said “My parents don’t understand” I replied “mmhmm I’d rather just stay up all night then lay there trying to sleep.”

Then I accidentally dropped my cig off the deck and I had to go and get it, a guy that seemed really familiar came with me to get the cig which seemed really far away. When we got back more people that I didn’t know were arriving but they seemed to know me like we were the best of buds.

That's when i woke up.