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Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Sunday, August 7, 2011:

Day 5: All the Time in the World.

(This occurred in the same night and dream as Day 4: The Corridor that Never Existed.)
Everyone, including my once-companion, had been leaving the household. I had been in the bathroom, contemplating my situation. Then, out of curiosity, I had performed my reality check once more and confirmed that I had been dreaming. I looked around the bathroom. It was massive. Sunlight filtered in from the wooden door a few meters away, and there were towels, toilets, and showers aligning the walls.
The first thing that I had noticed was that I was cold, but I knew that rubbing my hands against my arms would not accomplish much due to the fact that I was dreaming, and the temperature took a toll on my physical body as opposed to my dream body. I quickly disregarded this.
I knew that I had to ground my lucidity, and I quickly rubbed my palms together and shouted "AWARENESS NOW!". The "awareness now" trick did seem to work to some extent and, satisfied at my lucidity, I had attempted to alter the environment. I then pushed my arms out and spun 'round and 'round, knowing that this action was likely to create a change in the environment. As I reached terminal speed, everything, including myself, had sped to a blur. After about ten seconds of spinning, I noticed that the scene grew gradually darker. When I stopped myself, I saw that the sun had set, the bathroom light had turned off, and night had struck. I had inadvertantly time traveled!
I moved through the dark palace of toiletry only to stumble upon a dream version of one of my friends, Emily, as I had been making my way to the door. She proceeded to barrage me with questions about life.
"What's the point of living? Why are you here? Why are you still living?"
There are times when you've got to ignore somebody, and, after my previous excursion with my unnamed "companion" earlier that night, I wasn't about to let somebody else nab my lucidity. I sped ahead and reached for the brass doorknob. As I did so, I remembered that I had the ability to summon others. I then made a suggestion to myself.
"When I open this door, [she] will be there".
As I opened it, I saw that my friend was, in fact, not there. It was then that a dark cloud had swallowed me, and I woke up.

Duration: Roughly three minutes.
Level of Lucidity: Medium.

Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Sunday, August 7, 2011:

Day 4: The Corridor that Never Existed.

I was looking about my classmate's house. She was hosting a party that had many of my friends in it, and we sat around enjoying the festivities. But, then, the moment came in which, while opening the door to my friend's basement, I suggested to myself that I might be dreaming. After this suggestion, I performed a reality check, and success! With my newfound awareness I stared into the open door that my previous self had opened. The corridor ahead was black and without light. Perfect for exploration! I gathered my wits and walked into the inky blackness as it consumed me, and darkness was all that the eye could see. I moved into it with confidence, and quickly found myself back in a seperate room of my friend's house. And, not only that. Apparently, I had met an acquaitance along the way!
"Do you know where you're going? You're lost, you know."
My companion hadn't only taken my nerves, but my lucidity as well. However, I would return later that night...

Duration: Roughly two minutes.
Level of Lucidity: Low.

Dream 1:

I was at my grandparents. I was next door talking with Jenny and her boyfriend. I was trying to explain how healthy it was to eat a raw vegan diet. I was telling them that it had other benefits too--that I had developed these interesting powers.

I then laid down on the floor and started to levitate myself up. At first only my upper body started to rise. But then I relaxed and concentrated harder. I could then feel my whole body lift into the air about four feet or so. I then got back to my feet and started levitating objects around me.

Jenny and her boyfriend seemed interested and started asking me more about what I was eating.




[This is one of those dreams where I should have gone lucid, but my mind was able to come up with a reason for my abilities that actually made sense to me.]

Joshdamighty
After many attempts at teleporting I make it there but don't see anyone.


Started at home in my old house when I was in my early childhood. There were a lot of people over. LFS 5 times.
After some socializing with the rediculous amount of people that were over at our house, I realized I was dreaming through my glasses. I don't know how but my glasses were fogged and I took them off and my vision stayed the same.
Made stuff float to test dream control.
I remember before trying to teleport I saw this odd mustached man with a monocle who was cuboidal shaped like minecraft.
I tried to teleport countless times by spinning in a circle and using doors to get to the temple
Finally a door worked and I was transported to a facility with space shuttles there (didn't count on that)
I go and try to teleport again with all the doors but nothing works
Then i find a room fool of mirrors and try those but still nothing.
I then think maybe I can take a space shuttle
I ask a dude how long until the launch he says 11 hours
I then go to the terminal and can't find out how to get into a shuttle
I then see this guy who tells me I shouldn't be there and I decide to try and teleport again and it works!
I am teleported to the temple and then see lots of jungle around me.
I finally see the temple and decide to fly up to it when I see the odd mustached man again
He said your journey ends here.
I fly around trying to dodge him who is now shooting fireballs at me.
I fly behind a floating building (odd because there were many floating buildings above the temple including the tajma hall).
He flew into the building and died and fell to the earth.
I flew back to the temple and got to the top of it and looked all around and saw nobody. I laughed I was so happy I made it. I then started to realize my objective and started to light the beacon when I woke up to my alarm clock.

Windhover's Dream

I was in ESL room, but I can tell the school was definitely not my school. The wall was kind of greenish. I saw some Hispanics and some Whites. we got detention, not beacause of bad cause, because of an event that going around in school. we got frustrated from staying in class. I dont remember who the teacher was but she was an Asian. I dont know how I got out of the class. I followed my brother. we crossed cemetery? at night. I met my brother's friend, didnt see his face. he was using lucid dream commercially to earn money. he was selling 50? 80 dollar ticket that induce LD. there was 'six flags' logo on the ticket. we saw a scene.. that felt like watching someone's dream scene; a scene of (maybe six flags') water park. there was a red water slide. bunch of people were waiting to ride on it. this one kid got stuck at the end of slide. he was supposed to fly over and then fall into water but he was too small he got stuck on. so the people shouted 'get out of slide!! quick!' because another person was riding behind him. I saw the kid struggling getting out, eventually he fell off but he kinda swam slow, so people shouted again'swim faster!!'. I dont remember but I think the person behind got bummed with that kid.

then we walked over cemetery? or grass field again. I met my old friend from elementary school. I gave her a piggy ride. we flew. I kept falling bc she was really heavy. so I asked her: hey can you imagine a boost on your feet? and she wore boost shoes. we flew better than before. we went to a baseball... will edit later.

Nephanim's Dreams

Again, nothing directly related to Chichen-Itza.

The Disheartening of an Eager Instructor

This dream followed a man who decided to work for a school over the summer. It wasn’t necessarily my current school, although I was enrolled there. The teacher spoke over the phone with his significant other about how great an opportunity it was to teach children from troubled backgrounds. She didn’t really understand his motivation, but it was clear that she supported his work. He got off the phone well before any of his new students arrived. The classroom leaked; there was a puddle in the back of the room. He only had two markers to work with – one red and one blue. In general, it wasn’t much. He was determined to make the best of the situation. As he rehearsed his introductory speech, he realized he didn’t have much time to talk. In order to teach everything in the curriculum, he would have to adhere to a strict schedule. He looked over the syllabus about fifty times before finally throwing it on the floor in frustration. He decided not to bother; he would just teach them everything at his own pace.

When the students all arrived, he introduced himself and the course: statistics. I’m not sure why, but I was one of the students in this class. I recall thinking that it would be easy, at least. The teacher told all of the students that he would make the class easy for the ones who were bad at math. He started explaining random things on the board – alpha levels of confidence, beta values, test statistics, the whole nine yards. I understood the entirety of the discussion, but most of the students were left with drool hanging from the corners of their mouths. One girl raised her hand and asked when class would be over. Not at all disheartened, the teacher glanced up at the clock and told her it would be two and a half more hours. The girl promptly went to sleep.

The dream jumped. It was much later in the semester, and our final exam was rapidly approaching. Our teacher had lost much of his enthusiasm, and it seemed like most of the students were basically at the same level at which they entered the class. Every time he started talking about the test, they asked ridiculous questions that should’ve been answered on the second or third day of class. Since so many students were worried about failing the exam, he promised to curve it – a terrible mistake. I wondered how badly I could ruin the curve… Students began packing their bags halfway through the class period, and many of them left. The teacher became frustrated with them and gave a heated lecture about respect. I was too busy watching the water dripping from the ceiling to care about his irritability; the puddle in the back of the room was becoming more of a pond over the surface of the whole classroom. I wondered if the fumes from the standing water were responsible for the vacant expressions on these students’ faces.

The dream jumped. I came out of the cafeteria and happened to bump into the statistics teacher. He clearly hadn’t shaved in several days. When I asked about the exam, he gave me a dark look and warned me not to rush him in grading it. I assured him of my patience. There was nothing about it that could surprise me. I knew I would get an A… He scolded me for stealing his markers. Apparently, I had been holding onto them for several days. I handed them over without the caps, and then I dropped one of the caps when I was trying to give it to him. The markers oozed clear fluid.

New Speakers and Swiping Cards

I was waiting at Autumn’s house for her to get back from school or somewhere similar. She had just received a package in the mail, but I didn’t want to open it without her. I just listened to music while I waited. When she got home, she immediately asked if her new speakers had arrived. Realizing that it was obviously her package, I tore the bag open. Surrounded in bubble wrap, we found the speakers intended to replace the ones that blew out last week. I pulled off the bubble wrap and started popping each bubble. Autumn began reading my dream journal while logged into my account. I was afraid that she would read one of my private dreams, so I asked her to stop.

The dream jumped. I was on a train that looked more like a bus. While listening to music as usual, I stared out the window for most of the ride in an attempt to attract as little attention as possible. I noticed a panicked woman on the other side of the bus trying to swipe her transit card against the wall. She looked like she was in significant distress, but I got an impression that she might have just been in a hurry. She dropped the card on the floor, but she kept swinging her arm in the same motion as though swiping the card…

*Woke up, went back to bed*

Property of the United States

With a rattling sound, I was presented with my parents. I wasn’t quite asleep yet, but I could hear the sounds of hypnagogia setting in. I heard my parents arguing about money. My mom was pregnant, but they didn’t know what to do; they couldn’t afford a child. My dad said he would take care of it. They sold me to the government in exchange for financial stability. Since they were allowed to keep me, they figured it was a good deal. The experiments began early. From a remote location, they monitored my dreams and sent information to mold them. I was taken to a facility every night in my dreams where they taught me to kill. I found myself in a room with nothing but a gun and four walls. A white target appeared on the wall, and I fired without hesitation. It was a dead bull’s eye. The next target appeared, and I hit it dead center, too.

“Kill and destroy,” I said. “Kill and destroy. Kill and destroy. I cannot be killed. I cannot be defeated. Kill and destroy.” The targets came one by one until they started using real dream characters. I killed them too. They were making me into a soldier. It wouldn’t be long before I was ready to be used.

Life continued as normal during the waking hours. My parents never knew. I never knew how I was different, but I knew I was. I was the product of my training.

“It should’ve come as no surprise,” another voice said.

Out of Body: Immortal Ruler

The dream began in my bedroom where I was sleeping. I climbed out of bed and started walking around it. I could see my body in bed, asleep. Autumn lay beside me.

“I’m out of my body,” I thought. The words seemed to flow outward from my head. I circled around to the other side of the bed for a better look. Everything was impressively vivid. I stopped again to ask myself: was I really in a dream? I knew that I was, but it was stunning. I continued circling the bed, stepping half into the wall and half into the headboard. There was a little resistance here, but not much. I slowly made my way through to where I’d started. I thought about continuing to do this, but I headed out the door instead.

At this point, the environment became more like my parents’ house in North Carolina, but I didn’t really notice. I wanted to get down to the kitchen and find something I could use as evidence that I’d left my body. I saw my dead rinsing dishes in the sink. The sound of the rushing water, too, was very crisp. I made a note that he was up early. I could go downstairs and meet him after my projection – if that was even what this was. I drummed my hand on the kitchen table as I scanned the things on top of it. I found a ceramic mug with a hexagram on it. Bizarre as it was, I decided I could use it to verify the experience. I checked the inscription under the hexagram.

“Magic and power,” I read.

“Hey, Josh,” said my dad. I turned at the sound of my birth name. He could see me? I didn’t respond. He didn’t seem to notice me anymore, either; I sensed that he had forgotten about my presence already. I looked back at the mug, and the words were different. I began to doubt that I’d left my body at all.

“Immortal ruler,” I read as I set the mug down. I floated up through the ceiling to my parents’ bedroom. As I went in, I heard the whispers of several people around me, but no one was there. This was starting to get a little weird… I gradually lost lucidity as I followed the whispering voices. They took me to the room that should’ve been Austin’s, but it was my grandma’s computer room instead.

“Look behind you,” the whispers said together. I did, but no one was there. When I started to turn back to the computer, they hissed at me. “Joe Beaumont is watching you.” Puzzled, I floated out of the room and headed back for my parents’ bedroom. It was still empty.

I had a false awakening, but at this time, I had been completely sucked into the dream. I was eager to share my projection experience with DVASA and see what they thought of it. I couldn’t find my laptop, so I went outside… I was in the backyard at my parents’ old house in North Carolina. Tables were set up all over the yard. It seems Autumn’s family decided to visit. I didn’t even say hi to her parents as I walked by. I just took a seat at one of the tables with a laptop and popped it open. I understood that it was Phil’s. Autumn sat down with me and warned me not to do anything suspicious on her dad’s laptop. I decided I could write out my experience later… So I grabbed an apple and ate the whole thing. I tried to eat another apple, but for some reason, the inside of it was made of wire frame sheets of rusted iron. I threw away the apple when I discovered this. Despite how disgusting it was, I worried that my mom would be mad.

Brochure Advertising Myself

I was enrolled in a new IPRO. For some reason, Limia switched to a new project, and it just happened to be the one I signed up for. The desks in the classroom were arranged in three groups of six. I sat down with a group that had almost been completed already. The man sitting across from me was from Nigeria, and his accent was way too thick for me to understand. It took him three tries for me to realize he was just asking for my name. When I told him, he replied with his own, but I couldn’t understand it. Our names were printed on the desks anyway, so I figured I would just check later. There was already an assignment planned for Thursday, one of my group members told me, but Limia hadn’t explained it yet.

Limia announced that we would have to prepare a brochure advertising ourselves before the next class – Thursday. It was an individual assignment that required research and citations. I didn’t understand why I needed to do research to tell people about myself. What better source could there be for a pamphlet on me than me? She stressed that it was absolutely required. Although she called it a brochure, the instructions said to print a three page report. They also warned us that if the assignment wasn’t submitted in brochure form, we would receive zero credit. I was frustrated by the inconsistencies in the assignment.

Throwing Rocks and the Grateful Collie

My mom, dad, Autumn, and I were in the backyard at my parents’ old house in Louisiana. My dad threw a football to me, so I threw it to Autumn. This continued for a while before they got sick of the football and started throwing rocks instead. The objective was to throw the rocks as close to people as possible without actually hitting them. I didn’t like the game; someone was bound to get hit eventually. I asked my dad to stop, but he kept chucking rocks at me. I held up my hand at Autumn and my mom, urging them to stop. If I could get them to listen, perhaps they would help with my dad. My mom listened first, then Autumn. My dad didn’t listen even when I waved my hands at him and shouted it three times. I gave up and went inside.

While I sat inside the house, a collie came up to me and sat down. Her coat was beautifully kept. She said that she was going to try an acting career next and thanked me for all my help. I scratched behind her ears as I wondered how I was talking to a dog.

The night started out with me climbing ontop a tall fence on my terrace in my backyard. I looked to the left and saw a bear run across the corn-field. I watched as the bear ran a quarter circle around my garden and entered through the back. It ran up to the fence, stood on it's back-legs and tried to get me.

False awakening. The bear thing was a dream, I was safe now. But hold on, I must have been sleepwalking, because I'm on the same fence, and the same bear is trying to get me. The only difference is that this time my hand was in it's mouth. I looked around me, and noticed that there was a lack of details in the distance, so I figured it must be a dream too. I levitated down from the fence, but the dream started to black out. I said "ENNERVATE" to focus. It worked shortly, but the blacking out continued.

False awakening. I was inside now, it was just a dream, all good. I looked out the window. About 7 bears came running through the corn-field. I grabbed my iPod and went outside to take pictures. I stood behind a small fence and thought I was safe, while one of the gray, dusty bears came running towards me. However, it trampled down the fence, so I ran for my life. I ran all the way to my front door, with the bear right behind me. I opened the door, got on the floor, nobody walked the dinosaur. I locked the door and yelled that there was a bear outside. I looked out the window and saw 2 prairie dogs having a picnic in my front yard.

Then I woke up in real life and fell asleep again.

In the next dream I had, I was in some music class, listening to a boring man talk, so we were all sleepy. I walked out of the class, with a wand and started spamming spells everywhere. I do not remember much from the dream, other than I gave myself a thermal vision so I could look through corn and fight an enemy with an advantage. I also made a cat that annoyed me tiny.

I remember a mold , which resembled the face of Father Christmas. It was magical somehow and if the correct material was applied to it , then it would become what it really is. In this case , when yellow paint was applied to the mold, it became Pikachu. I discovered this because someone told me , that it must be yellow to reveal its true identity. So then i was calling its name all of the time, Pikachu, i know its you. Pokemon were coming everywhere into my dream and i was breaking glass for some strange reason.. it had use there. Okay my memory is sucking, sorry this is first attempts of recall.

I was at home, my mother was going out with many relatives, to a theatre and i was expected to come. I told her that i would not be coming, she accepted this, but i knew deep down in my heart that i was making life worse by saying this. As the day arrived, and she and her sister had already left to go there, I felt really bad and decided, Okay i'm going to make a big effort to get there. The trouble was that it would cost me all of my savings $300 - $500. I thought ok, thats no problem, its got to be worth it. At the theatre it totally sucked and after i felt as though i had wasted my money, that i was money-less and i would never be able to get that money back. That all my freedom had been taken from me because i had no money left. I felt lost, i didn't know what to do or how i was going to get that money back, i know for sure that i never wanted to earn it by working. It turned out that after that theatre, 2 relatives were falling in love.

I was on a bus (coach) .. inside the bus .. was a class of students .. and a particular teacher who i remember from school, she was very tough and disciplined, brang fear into the eyes of the students. She seemed to be very sad about something, anyway, she was driving the bus and teaching the class at the same time. I noticed that she was getting too fustrated with something and was not paying attention any longer on the road. So i shouted out "Quick , You're going to hit that !", so she managed to move it just in time , to dodge the vehicle in the road.. We were moving fast by the way , she was a fast driver.. Meanwhile in the class, everyone was painting some sort of picture on an A3 sheet of paper, my friend wanted his on the wall, and it felt like we were competeing. But i knew that mine totally sucked because i hadn't even been there doing stuff, i felt a lot of guilt, knowing that i hadn't done much work. I remember on the painting had something related to Poland, i come from UK , dunno why it had that.

The bus had too make sharp turn onto a highway, and it felt like it was too sharp, it nearly knocked another car off the road completely , but as it was straightening up after its turn , i fell out of the bus because of physics, if you turn too quickly , everyone moves to the left or right, well this turn knocked me out of the bus. We were then all strangely confronted by what seemed to be an extremely steep slope .. the Bus just couldn't get up there. So i decided okay, i'm going to be the hero, i picked up the bus, with 2 of my hands above my head and started trecking up the slope with the bus in my hands. The slope slowly became steeper and steeper, until i was approached by a vertical ness, like a tree trunk or something , thats when the climbing began. There were many of us trying to get up that tree, at times i felt trapped inbetween people, but just as we all got up there, myself and another were the last, but the last guy had other intentions. He didn't want me to be up there at all and knocked me off, he then turned into a wolf and tried to scare me often. He could move really fast and was often there near me, i was a bit scared. I found 2 other of my friends and they were helping me to get away from the wolf which was after me. So in we went into this house which seemed to have many many Tiers to it .. you would find a hole , jump down the hole.. then find the other hole , did this for about 5 - 6 times

i was trying to keep up with the guy in front because i was still scared that the wolf was behind me.. When we got to about 5-6th tier down .. my 2 friends were there in sleeping bags and they were happy and so i felt more comfortable as if i could actually be at peace there and sleep.

Katsuno's Dream

1st: I was in my school and two guys of another class came to me. They told me I need to teach them chemistry because in our class we progress much faster. I walked up into their classroom and suddenly many pupils begged me for help. I looked at the tasks they had to do and told them how to solve them (Actually I have no idea of chemistry but the tasks were really easy). Then I walked out of the classroom and the dream changed. I was in a skyscraper with some friends and other people as well. For some reason it was like a fight between different rooms. We threw things at each other and I had the ability to make myself invisible for a few seconds. Then we all ran up to the top of the skyscraper. At first we had to use some stairs, then we used the elevator. I can remember the way we took perfectly. At the top I threw a cake at my sister who just got there (Strange, I know ) and she was very mad. I ran down the same way as we came as fast as I could and hid in our room. My sister came in and I made myself invisible and ran towards her. Then I shouted at her and she was shocked because she didn't expect this. Then we both laughed and I woke up.

2nd: I was playing Pokemon on a gameboy. I was inside a gym to fight the leader. The dream is pretty foggy but I know that the gym leader wasn't there and the fights were buggy. I just talked to the trainers and immediately won the fight. I walked around the city and woke up

I was running through doors, with a small kid, around 7. Coming out from Hogwarts to someone's 'normal' livingroom. I tried several times to get out, but many of the doors were locked. I started panicking and was about to have a panic-attack when I just stopped, and realized I was dreaming. I just calmly walked out a door that was once locked and started exploring a street, the small kid still by my side. I must have got over-excited because the dream just faded into another one.

MrIrony's dream

I can't remember the beginning of the dream, but I was in a tower. It was the base of some bad guys and I was sent there to do something. I started going to the top floor. The upstairs seemed to be some kind of office. There were some weird things made of electicity chasing me. They were apparently the guards of this place. I got to the top floor and met the leader of the bad guys. He didn't seem to know I was their enemy, as he welcomed me and allowed me to join them. He gave me an mask and an wand. They were apperently halloween costumes, although I saw a man and an old woman selling real "second and first class" wands. I followed the leader through a door right next to the stands of those two merchants and came to a room where there were some other people dressed as monster and such. They were all about as old as I am. (Around 15.)

Then someone recognized me as an enemy and the leader sent a lot of his minions (All dressed up like monsters. Or maybe they actually were monsters, I dunno.) at me. I summoned two keyblades (Yeah, I always get them in NON-lucids.) and started fighting them. After a while the leader himself challenged me and told me he would not send his minions for 9 minutes. He was a demon at this point. I can't remember what weapon he had, but I think it was a sword. I saw two small boxes that displayed our health as numbers. They were always pretty close to each other, although I was usually losing. He could hide into the shadows and then appear somewhere else, which was pretty annoying.

I can't remember most of what happened next, but I quess I won, or at least escaped, as the next thing I remember is that me and some others were looking at some boat that was going to the tower. (Which was on a island.) We planned to take over the ship to get to the tower. We swam to it and started fighting the crew. Some guy, probably the captain, said that we were foolish to think we could take over this ship. We tried anyway. I didn't have any weapons, so I just punched and threw the crew to the water. We won the fight, but I woke up before we got to the tower.

08-08-11 Spiderman remake, more dark side and set In jungle like scenario. Villain mimics his moves, with ropes out of his hands. Still Tobie playing PP. after having seen some action from spidey, primarily jumping off a building and starting using his web shooters, but also a rather impressive speed punch and dodging the ropes from Darkey McRope Guy, we take off into the forest in a “Non-frictional traction APV” that apparently generates quite some speed and manoeuvrability.
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In a dressing room with Kaiser. It would seem I have left my keys and a significant proportion of my training gear at home.

I notice however I have some leftover stuff in another locker so I ask Kaiser if I can borrow some of his space. At first he aint too happy, but when I elaborate on the fact that I have towel and such and don't need to actually borrow some of his gear he relax a bit.

Besides it looks like he has got a double-locker anyhow. It is twice as wide as any of the two I have had my stuff in. He does seem to be using up that space as well though.
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I am hovering behind the enemy team as they are about to embark into the maze. They have futuristic weaponry, but they are lacking the fighting experience of my team. The setting is amongst ruins and within the maze they are about to enter lurks vampires. I am not specifically told what type of vampires, but they send out the same shrieks to paralyse a sentient being in fear, as the red court vampires of the Dresden files. Considering the scenery it would make sense.

They are afraid, as they should be. I follow them the first couple of steps into the maze, but my memory is really blurry about events unfolding. I remember the hunting scream from the vamp. A guy might get pulled into a hole in the wall.
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I am again in a similar setting with ruins, but this time it is contemporary and we are quite a lot of people there from primary school.

Krimi, Skovborg and Hjort are definitely there.

We have been playing a sport and seeing as I live in Århus first TH is offering driving me home so my mum won't have to. The offer is placed by Skovborg instead as he actually lives in the city and it will be less trouble for him.

We are eating from a large bowl of fruit prepared by my mum. To begin with it contains a mixture of fruit, but towards the bottom there is mainly large chunks of Kiwi. Actually the chunks are so big that they remind one more of large melon slices than Kiwi.

I tell this to a girl next to me. “How did they get the Kiwis so big? It is hard to think that it isn't melon you are eating.”

A game of volleyball is being played, or rather it is a tournament that could be between different classes of our high school. At some point Skovborg and/or Krimi hears a victory rush and proclaims that he believes their team just won the game or maybe the entire finals.

We debate a bit about this.

There has been some application forms involved where you have to select a couple of traits that you could bring to a potential team.

One of them is “strong thinker” and there is another trait you can select that implicates a test you have to take to verify if you actually posses the trait.

I pass the first test, but have to redo the form and the next test is rather difficult for me. Something about holding down “b” on the keyboard for an amount of time, then do some counting and decide where the curser is.

I can't remember the second test, but I do recall considering both as highly illogical and nigh impossible.

After the test I am standing outside and the weather is sunny. My cousin (Michael) comes up to me and tells me that he considered the first test fairly simple, but he struggled with the second one. He explains how he figured it out.

A girl comes up and tells how she easily solved both of them. The second had to be solved by pulling a man that was drawn on the paper away so you would get information revealed that was underneath him.

I feel stupid for not having realised this.

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We are back upstairs where the fruit eating took place and we are lying in a big bed. There are a couple of people there and my mum, who is somehow looking over us is behind me in a corner of her own, also asleep.

The girl from before is wearing some red hot pants and a white tank top. We snuggle on the bed, not kissing, not anything else but just hugging up sort of using each other as blankets and teddy bears. I stroke her legs every now and again, sometimes by fluke sometimes a mixture of luck and intentions. I am very careful not to come on to strong, think mainly because I am shy and don't want to push her away. I am really enjoying this moment.

I also know that the moment is about to end. I haven't gotten changed yet and Skovborg will call me shortly to hear if I am coming or not. I don't really want the moment to end, but I am aware that it is the easiest way for me getting back home.

When he calls I answer the phone and of course I have to answer the question “Where are you” with “I fell asleep, I am on my way I'll just have a shower when I get back home”, “Do you need 5 minutes?” “Not really I am on my way”. I don't want to leave the girl, but we depart.

Vividness: 5/5
Recall: 3/5

I'm in a bar or something like that. There are a few friends and girl N. She has birthday that's why we celebrate it in this bar. I have the feeling that something isn't real, that something is wrong in here. I leave the table for a minute to go to the toilet. As I walk away, girl N. follows me. We stop a few meters in front of the toilet, but out of the sight of our friends. I still have an awkward feeling, she behaves really strange. She doesn't make any moves she use to make, no teasing , no jokes, nothing. I feel something special is going on. We start to kiss.I realize that this is a dream, because I know, she wouldn't never ever behave like this.
I calm myself and concentrate on the kiss. It feels really normal, like this is reality. I am very cautious because I know that I would loose the dream when I get too excited.
We stop the kiss and girl N. seems to be ashamed or something like that, just like she did something she will regret. I'm a bit confused cause I know that this reaction is caused by myself, well it's my dream. I know that what she feels is that what I would feel in real life. This emotion is really strong, it makes me sad. Girl N. starts to speak:

Girl N.: I don't know what is going on here. I feel so confused.
Me: I know what you are talking about. What does this mean.
Girl N.: maybe we should actually talk about what happened. But we can't do it now, the others will suspect something.

So one after the other we go back to the table
I loose lucidity and sit near her. I wait until we can leave the place, so that we could talk about it. But I don't really remember anymore what we should talk about. The kiss? The feelings? A possible relationship?

I don't know how the dream ended but I had a song stuck in my had when I got up. It was just a line:

I cant believe that you can't see
that you mean everything to me