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It was a fragment, but I was at a Tarot Card reading, and I drew the red Ace of Diamonds. I looked up what it is, and it's the same as the Ace of Pentacles, which means:

ACE OF PENTACLES

MATERIAL FORCE
PROSPERITY
PRACTICALITY
TRUST

ACTIONS

using material force
focusing on concrete results
having a real-world impact
working with the physical
achieving tangible results
improving the body/health
becoming involved with nature

prospering
having the means to reach a goal
enjoying abundance
drawing to you what you need
flourishing
seeing efforts rewarded
increasing assets
experiencing growth

being practical
using common sense
getting down-to-earth
taking advantage of what works
being realistic
grounding yourself in the real world
accepting the tools at hand

proceeding with trust
believing in the good faith of others
feeling safe and protected
knowing you have total security
operating from a known position
having a support system
knowing the situation is stable
consolidating a firm base

ACE-ACE PAIRS

An Ace-Ace pair shows that a new spirit is entering your life.
It draws on the energy of the Ace of Pentacles:
--- prosperity, abundance, trust, security, groundedness
plus one of these:
--- Ace of Wands: creativity, excitement, adventure, courage, personal power
--- Ace of Cups: deep feelings, intimacy, attunement, compassion, love
--- Ace of Swords: intelligence, reason, justice, truth, clarity, perseverance


DESCRIPTION

The Ace of Pentacles is a symbol of possibility in the area of prosperity, abundance, trust, security and groundedness. In readings, it shows that a seed of productivity has been planted in your life although you may not yet recognize it. When the seed sprouts, it could take almost any form. It might be a feeling of centeredness, desire for results or need to focus on practical matters. On the outside, it could be an offer, gift, opportunity, encounter or synchronistic event.

When you see this Ace, examine your life to see how its solid energy could work for you. Now is not the time for fantasy, drama or daring. It is a time to be real and centered. Seek out comfortable, reliable experiences that make you feel secure. Build a foundation of trust in your life both within and without. Your common sense will tell you what to do. Focus also on the natural world to help you stay grounded. Enjoy your body and all the joys of material existence.

The Ace of Pentacles can be a sign that you will be able to make your dreams real. Your ideas are ready to be turned into something tangible. Figure out what will work and make it a reality. You can now attract all the wealth you need to get your projects going. Tap into the material force of the Ace of Pentacles, and all your enterprises will flourish.

I was over my friend's house. I went inside to get ice pops. We were playing catch with a plastic deer, who's tail broke off. We went into the living room and played ps2. It was a modded console with a custom controller. We played some fighting game in Japanese with pretty much every character in the world. I chose Tsuna and Spanner from KHR. For some reason Tsuna was replaced with Mario. after that my mom came to pick me and my cousin up (when did she get there?). We went to a huge department store. We went through the back and walked up lots of stairs.

At the top I realized I was alone. The room was painted gold with pillars and had a bright red carpet. There were a lot of girls in bunny suits. A blonde lady grabbed me by the arm and told me to get dressed. The costume (although embarrassing) was surprisingly comfortable. She made us practice for a photoshoot or something. It took hours. I even had to spike up my hair in a weird way. She made us smile in like fifty different ways and practice posing. After we were done some of the girls left the room and there were only two left and me. One of the girls got a text message telling her to turn on the TV in the room. We did and saw that the ones who left were already on a stage performing without us. The blonde lady set this whole thing up. We were pissed, and wanted our revenge.

We walked out of the building and around to the back of the stage. We walked on while the others were still dancing as if it were part of the show. I wish I could've seen that blonde lady's face when we started dancing like idiots in front of the whole crowd. After the number was done we all walked back inside. There was a chalkboard set up with sliders set to the words "performance: BAD." I knew it was our group of 3 who caused this. The three of us took our suits of and slammed them to the ground. I walked out the front door.

It was the middle of a winter night outside the building. As I was walking I met up with an old man. He seemed very afraid of something. I walked with him for a while, telling him that I had no parents (lie, for some reason). He showed me his stamp and eraser collection. I don't know why but I was all shocked and amazed when he showed it to me.

Before I start, I am thinking about changing the way I do my dream journal. I really sure put decent titles as the date is already recorded by the feature itself. I also thinking about going the color code thing also as it seem many users enjoy it.

Today is not that day though, I want to quickly write these down before I forget about the little details.

Fragment 1:

I was somewhere and a guy told me when I get to a non-existing town on a game call Legends of Yore (real game: http://www.legendsofyore.com/ quite fun too) I should look for a purple sign that tell me where to go. It seem like this system was made by me. O_o. It a way to tell players where to go but making them aware that they are spoilers.

Anyway once I go to the inn in the non-existing town which remind me of Varrock on runescape...Quite big for a town on LoY. I found a NPC. I was told he will give me 3 things.

1. A robe that can't be gotten any other way. (The item exist, I saw it in the codes but it never was put in the game)
2. A quest which is to make a weak armor get 100% exp/charge. The system don't exist on LoY but I was noted that you can do the quest twice for some reason.
3. I honestly forgot...Money maybe?

Dream 1:

I dream that I was at school that I no longer go to in my underwear (not boxer...Plain white underwear) which is a common dream correct?

What make this odd is that the dream characters were basically giving me the thumbs up for it. Some guy while I was walking down the stairs said something like "Nice snake" with a friendly/approval voice.

I went outside in middle of the court yard. Our school is freaking huge and the court yard can be seen by like 90% of the school through windows. At this point I didn't care I was in my underwear but I still wanted to get dress and I somehow knew that there was something to wear in my bookbag that I magical just got on my back.

I was going to ask my teacher if I can go to a restroom and get dress (dream logic...I have no clue what keeping me from getting dress on the spot but to be fair I honestly didn't think about that until I start writing this.) I didn't have a chance to speak as every classroom was in the court yard ready to get a lesson on something.

There was a dead squirrel in the middle of the yard. No one pay any mind to it. The teacher was saying something about squirrels leaving themselves while open while having sex. lol wut...

There was squirrels like freaking everywhere on the roof of our school. I pointed a few out by request of the teacher. She start explaining crap that I didn't listen to. At one point she said something like "killing a squirrel while they are having sex is like a human getting shot by a sniper" which then she said something like "who would want to do something like that?" which a kid quickly respond with "After you said that I kinda want to now" which my best friend said "I know right!"

My dream was quite funny that night.

The kid with the quick response was a big kid name John though he look like a stereotypical black giant that should be in jail which is like anti-John.

Fragment 2:

My friend hated me for making her join up some class with a name like "Science life study" or something like that but more dream-like. Her class of choice was like "life science study".

Anyway this time I was wearing something in was sitting in class. My Japanese teacher was being a bitch though she didn't give us any work...It was like she was on her period or something...Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed kind of angry.

The teacher walk up behind me and I notice something...This is a dream.

[lucid]

I wanted my dream character friend to laugh so I said "watch this" and pick up a book. I beat the hell out of the teacher by hitter her where her Adam apple would be then smacking her head a few times while I was still sitting down.

She was flat on the floor and my friend was laughing and didn't seem to care about the teacher safety. Maybe because it was a dream or because the teacher was a bitch earlier...No clue on the reason.

The teacher magical back up sitting on her chair. The friend stated something like "Do you have a tickle on your neck?" which the teacher response with a no. Seem like the teacher forgotten what I have done.

I sadly woke up shortly as this fragment happened when I fell asleep after waking up from my main dream. Normally this wouldn't be an achievement for me but I have became lucid two nights in a row.

I dont know how it started, but i was being chased by a guy who was standing on a car chasing me. I was on a car as well. He had shadow humans floating all around him. I dont know how that part ended.

Soon my brother was a murderer and stuff i dont remember happened, until i was on a very small field and my bro and some police man from a tv show i dont remember was there . My bro had a gun and was gonna shoot me with it until we talked it out of him. I showed him my Dream Journal and said this is the dream where you chased me xD. And stuff happened and i dont remember

NOTE: I haven't been on here in many months. I thought about getting back into LDing, so I will update my DJ every week or so. I had this dream right before I woke up. My recall is still pretty shot from the summer sleep schedule, so bear with the lack of detail.

I, along with many others, am sitting on the gym floor of my elementary school. We are near the top left exit door, right beside the bleachers. It is very bright outside. The principal, P, is making us do some kind of obscure relay race. The rules appear to be as follows: One team member from one side will stand up and run the entirety of the course while flailing his or her arms, and sit down on the other side. Teams will alternate until a winner is chosen. I never thought to call into question the pointlessness of the relay, or that the "entirety of the course" was about four feet. My friend J is sitting beside me. P is constantly getting onto him for talking, but never anyone else. I tell P to leave J alone, to which he responds, "You don't even know anything about me!" I remember thinking, "I went to school here for ten years!", but I didn't say anything. I got the feeling that I was younger.

Scenechange

I am in my house with G, and we are the only ones there. It is dark outside, and the only lights on are over the dining room table, and in the office. I am fiddling with something that he brought while we talk. It is a 7 or 8 pointed star made from a bent canning jar lid. Throughout the dream I am always bending and flexing it. After we talk for a bit, he says he has to go. I open the fridge and offer him one of many little juice bottles I have. Each one is a different color and flavor. He declines, and I pick peach. I walk into the office, and he follows. He says he really has to go now, and leaves. I log onto Steam. Dream ends with me playing with the little metal star.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a view of outer space, as if part of some documentary. The view swept between a bright star and, probably, two planets which were very close to each other. As it did, a narrator spoke about how the earth was in danger and how people should work to save the environment. But everything the narrator said seemed wrong. She seemed to mistake all the problems and come up with really silly solutions.

As the narrator began talking about the problems on Earth regarding our water supply, the view swept down to "Earth," one of the two close-together planets. The planet was dark from high up in space. It looked like it was mostly dark, barren land with only a few wisps of clouds floating over it.

The narrator's comments again seemed to annoy me with being so off-track. The view now seemed to sweep under some wispy cloud, possibly near a small, sharp mountain. I understood that I was supposed to be watching a space ship taking off somewhere.

I was now on earth, at some place like an air base, looking up into the sky. It may have been late afternoon. The sky was cool, pale, tinged with pink. I seemed to have just finished watching a space ship or an airplane launching into the sky. I now turned my gaze back toward the ground.

I was with two other "people." One of them was actually a computer-graphics car, like the red car from the movie Cars. The other person, and even I myself, may also have been CG cars.

We headed across a stretch of concrete, over to a pick-up truck, which was not CG and not alive. We (cars) were apparently going to ride this pick-up truck away from the base. As we headed over to the pick-up truck, we talked about the environment, as if continuing the narrator's speech. I think I disagreed with everything said, but I spoke and laughed as if I agreed.

We all got in the truck. I got in the bed of the truck, which was covered by a little shell. I got in by swinging myself under a horizontal bar placed just unde the roof of the shell. I'm pretty sure at this point I was a car. Even in the back of the truck I was continuing my talk with the other two people about the environment.

Dream #2

I was in a cluttered living room with two other people. I may have been kneeling before a couch piled with papers and other stuff, possibly including some kind of sheer or lacy blanket.

One of the people, who I never saw, was my friend. I'd come to this place with my friend to plan some kind of party. The house bellonged to the other person, a tall, kind of skinny man with olive-colored skin, longish, frizzy, black hair, and plastic-rimmed glasses.

We were looking through piles of photos or headshots. We were trying to match something about the headshots with something about the attitude of the party, to decide how to make the party and who to invite.

I ran across a kind of strange photo of a girl. She was maybe ten or eleven years old, and she had a kind of nerdly look. But something else about her made her look like a robot. It was like I could see that under her short skirt there was a bunch of gears and machinery.

My friend (a woman?) saw that I found the photo a little strange. She snatched the photo out of my hands. Something about the girl was a secret, and the woman figured I was just about to ask what that secret was. The woman said, "This little girl was his (the man's) daughter."

The man seemed to understand that I had caught on that the girl looked like a robot. The man, kind of as a confession, told me that the girl had been a robot. She had been like a daughter to him. But apparently she was no longer alive.

Dream #3

I was in some strange, small space with my brother and sister and my mom's ex-boyfriend, TV. The place was supposed to be like a store. It looked like a mix between a sidewalk newsstand and an unfinished basement. The counter and front shelf were really small. The shelf area and the back area, behind the counter were lit with a kind of yellowy, fluorescent light. But evertyhing else was dark.

TV stood behind the counter. My brother and sister stood before it. They were both little kids again. I stood off to their left, in shadows. I may have been a little kid, too.

The shelves were all lined with detergent. TV had told us that he was looking for detergent so he could do our laundry. But, he said, the detergent he usually used was all gone. There were a lot of different kinds, but most of them were so different, they wouldn't work at all. It was like they weren't even detergent.

TV really seemed to wish he could find the old kind of detergent. We kids were all hoping that TV could do our laundry. My brother handed TV a few different types of detergent. But TV rejected them. One of the detergents looked like a drink pouch with a big, thick, orange cap. Most of the boxes of detergent were yellow and orange.

I was starting to think our laundry would never get done. But finally my brother found an old-fashioned looking box of detergent. The box was plain and yellow, and it had small writing, in a kind of old-fashioned font, all over each of its sides. This detergent was apparently the generic version of the kind that had run out.

My brother handed this box to TV. TV accepted it, possibly a little reluctantly. It was good enough. So he'd be able to do our laundry. But TV still seemed like he'd rather wait until he got the kind of detergent he actually liked.

Dream #4

I was living with my family. We had just gotten a maid.

I had just come back from something like work. I was kind of excited to see how well the maid had cleaned the house. I may also have had a little bit of an arrogant feeling that the maid would say my room had been the cleanest to begin with.

But my mom told me that the maid said I needed to clean my room better before she came to clean it. My mom said that the space under the bed had stuff under it, so she wasn't able to clean it.

I seemed to be going up a stairwell to my bedroom. I was holding onto the straps of a backpack I was wearing. I slowly entered the room and looked under my bed. The carpet was really dusty. A crumpled pair of khaki slacks lay on the carpet.

There was also a strange coffee cup which appeared to be either styrofoam or paper. But also seemed to be made of glass or ceramic. It had a white base, which faded up into a watercolory blue and green. There was a glass or ceramic flower with green petals and a pink center attached to its side.

I could see how this stuff could have blocked the maid from cleaning under my bed. I was a little ashamed for not having realized I'd left this stuff here.

Dream #5

The opening credits for some TV show were playing. The TV show was about some kind of normal American town, where all the characters were really normal and plain, except that they all seemed to have some sort of magic power or another. Each person had a different magic power.

The opening credits gave a screen shot to each of the main characters, giving the actors name, the character's name, and a short description of the character. Most of the characters have escaped my memory.

There seemed to be one blonde woman who looked like an average young mom. She wore a green cardigan sweater with a cherry-tree-branch design on it in black and white. She also wore skinny, black slacks. During her screen shot, she was doing something like shifting a pile of clothes from one place to another.

The final person also caught my attention. He was by far the gaudiest person in the town. He may have been gay. He worked at some department store, like the store in the British sitcom "Are You Being Served." He had feathery, platinum blonde hair and tan skin. He wore some kind of flowing white shirt and a black vest. He also seemed to be adorned with huge, cubic, shimmering crystals.

As well as being gay, he may have been the most "out" about having magic powers. His screen shot showed him in his department store, throwing his arms up in the air in some dramatic, magic gesture.

The show now began. There were two women and one man in a very stage-like setting. The space was supposed to be a beauty salon. But it was just a huge stage with a polished white floor. One the right side was some scenery like neon cut-outs of trees and vegetation. But this was supposed to be the real outdoors. The man stood out near this area, wearing a white terry cloth robe and sipping some kind of fruit drink.

The two women were near the center of the stage, by two chairs like dentist chairs. These were for beauty salon customers.

There was some kind of contest. Whoever won would get a free treatment at the beauty salon. One of the women was the worker at the beauty salon. The other woman went to the salon all the time.

The man began to mock the contest a little. He said, "Well, what happens if I win and I get to go to the beauty salon? What do you do to me?"

The man was suddenly in one of the chairs, naked. As if he were asking if this would happen, his body was suddenly slathered in a bunch of white, painty material. The man was wiggling back and forth, making throaty "Agh!" sounds, as if he were digusted, but also acting like he loved whatever it was he was going through. He asked, "Is this what you would do to me if I won the contest."

The customer woman now stood where the man had previously stood, by the neon paper vegetation. The man asked, "Is this what you do to her when she comes here?"

The customer woman was really pretty. She was blonde, heavily made up and dressed in the style of a 1990s business woman, with a red dress exposing a V of chest. But now she was naked. She walked to the chair to the man's right. She got in the chair upside down and facing in toward the chair, so that her really nice rear end just kind of stuck way up in the air.

I was hoping that the worker woman (red-haired, pale-skinned, with glasses, done up partly like a 1990s business woman and partly like Diane Keaton in the movie Manhattan) would start rubbing the naked customer woman down with whatever kind of white gunk the man seemed to be coated in. It felt like it would easily turn into some kind of erotic lesbian scene, which I would love.

Dream #6

I was in a morgue, which looked a bit more like some kind of crafts workshop, or theatre's backstage construction area. The place was full of tables and equipment, most of which seemed suited to a factory. There was a mortician somewhere for a little while. But after a while, he was gone.

I stood surrounded by a few work tables, like for cloth cutting or some other kind of craft. Across the way from me, though, a line of bodies were laid out on tables. The tables were all low, maybe knee-height. They all looked like work tables, and they were all separated from each other by kind of bulky pieces of equipment or machinery.

I saw four or five bodies in the line. Two bodies to my right were of men wearing soccer outfits, as if they had been soccer fans or soccer players. One of the men wore a green uniform. The other wore a yellow one. Both men were short, a little stout, and Latino. They had slightly cut up faces.

A woman's body was just off to my left. She was white, middle-aged, pale skinned, a little overweight. She had shoulder-length, red-brown-dyed hair. She lay on her back and seemed to be frozen in the position of taking a picture with her phone, which she held with both hands.

Something like narration ran through my head about how every person dies frozen in the position of whatever they were doing the instant they died. The woman now turned her head toward me and said, "Yes. That's true."

I was surprised that this dead woman had just spoken to me. But the narration said, "The dead can come alive to speak to the living when they have questions."

The woman was struggling to sit up, but she seemed more like she was sliding off the table. But, still, she was cheerfully confirming what the narrator had just said. She told me she could stay alive long enough to answer my questions.

I felt like it was really important to ask good questions and to focus on what was being told to me, because you don't get to talk to dead people every day.

05-08-11 I am in holland again, I am outside and I am sleeping, though I am partially awake. There is chatter in the background and I believe they wouldn't actually wake me up, due to me having specified having an interest in dreams and sleep.

I keep waking up and looking out down towards the garage. At one point Ant comes over, I hear him before I see him and he intends on waking me up in a rather funny, but unpleasant matter. He intends to pour a glass of pickled cucumber over my face.

As he approaches I look up and laugh a bit, he doesn't seem to want to stop so I look at him, still smiling and start making some physically impossible move and tell him to lay off or “there will be violence”.

He lays off and we decide to head out. We head towards a supermarket at first and I am quickly left behind. I think about Ida who is standing a bit ahead and I think it is fair enough she doesn't want me anyways, I have little interest in her anyways. However it does spark a hint of emotional discomfort though no way near as much as usual.

As I am climbing over the wall I look down and I see a blue beetle that is best described as a mixture of a lady bug and a LEGO Duplo piece, with legs. I hear Ruth shouting to the others “He is coming I have just seen him jump”.

I notice how gracefully I jump both down the wall and past a couple of people over a pool of water. I notice my dream sign that I am capable of parcour. I become lucid.

I start looking around and fly a bit. I am in a city that seems like a crossover between Århus and Amsterdam. The rest of the crew is in a warehouse on the top floor and when I see them I start flying up towards them.

On the way up there I decide to try out some spider man stuff instead and I procede to crawling up the wall. Close up the wall is mostly redish with a lot of black to gray texture in it. The way I am stuck to the wall is remarkable in the way that I don't seem stuck as such, but it feels like my hands and feet are magnetically attached to the wall.

I start thinking if there is somethng I am supposed to do. I have decided to give the confidence issues a bit of a rest and decide to go playful. What is the TotM. Get a DC to sing and go to the chocolate factory, right.

I let go and drop to street level. I burst out in song in order to get the rest of the many DCs on the street to join me. I think I am going with “Dangerzone” off top gun, but no one seems to join in except a guy from behind me across the street and he just shouts Danger!

That won't hold up and I get a bit annoyed.

I ask to ladies walking by if they want to sing for me, but they refuse.

I think at this point the dream starts to fade and I command it to come back verbally. Things go blank and as the dream comes back it feels like I have one eye open in waking life and one in the dream world. I have felt like this before though and this time I decide to just ignore it.

I command the dream to stabilize and between that and ignoring the open eye syndrome (Coined!). I get the dream back on track. I run into a tanned guy wearing a yellow sports T-shirt with a sports bag over his shoulder.

I ask him to sing for me, but he only looks at me briefly before he turns sround, take on an arrogant attitude and tells me that he won't. Now I am getting angry so I grab hold of him place my hands on both sides of his face and looks him in the eyes. I briefly think of vampire compulsion, glamour or whatever you want to call it and start talking to him.

He stares blankly at me.

“God damn, this is my dream and I am sick and tired of getting refused”
He reples with an astounding empty stare.
“Now you will sing to me!”
He starts singing “Happy birthday to you...”
“Yeah yeah that will do” It is boring and not my birthday, but task accomplished.
“Why do you need me to sing for you?” he asks
“Don't worry about it, you have done your part thank you”
“You keep information tight, don't you”
“As I said, this is a dream, so once you have been integrated with my consciousness again you will understand”

Now to the chocolate factory. I immediately think about doors. I have to find a door and expect the chocolate factory to be on the other side. It is getting darker, but I find a door inside a building and try and will the chocolate factory on the other side.

When I open the door I expect a portal to be there, though I only find a white canvas. I try it out and try and walk through it. It is difficult in particular my head doesn't really seem to be willing to. After a couple of minutes of faffing around inside a door that isn't a door the dream starts fading.

I pull the move I tried out before and when I come back in the dream again things have changed slightly. The scenery is darker and I am not sure what is going on. I am pretty sure I am dreaming, but I am uncertain so I pull a hand RC. Sure enough.

I was trying to open a portal to the chocolate factory, right onwards. I spot something that looks like a hotel up the road. I walk to it and prepare for the door to be a portal.

Now unfortunately the front door is made of glass, so it will be difficult imagining anything but the hotel I can see through the glass door. So I decide to walk through it and find another door I can try with.

As I open it there is no portal behind it, but a small passage way and a mirror at the end.

A mirror, that is interesting. That could be used as a portal, but first I observe my self reflection flicker in the mirror. It isn't like anything is missing, but my reflection is there one moment and gone the next flicking on and off.

I decide to hop through it and having learned from the first experience I go through head first. I manage to get my entire body fully through and then I just hover there. I start falling a bit and I figure that will work, never done portals before I don't know what to expect.

I keep falling and eventually looking up I see a door, I reach up for the handle and try and pull myself through, however I wake up just as I get the door open.
…

I am with some superhero crew. We are gathering some black obsidian bars, that are to be transformed into a single adamantium bar. I proclaim to someone that it is stupid to try and do that since adamantium can't be altered. I wonder if Stark can do it seeing as it is him collecting.

Notes: Third night in a row with a lucid. The technique of awakening from a night of dreaming, trying to recollect them and then go back to sleep seems to work wonders. Though I didn't have many dreams to recollect this morning the Obsidian/adamantium dream was fresher in my mind, but I have spent much time with my niece while writing down the dream, so memories have faded a bit.

So last night i was with Sidney Poitier, the young version from 1967 when he did To Sir With Love. His whole demeanor, everything about him drove me crazy. we were somewhere id never been, a huge bedroom, very luxurious. Egyptian cotton and huge fluffy pillows.
He talked to me as we made love, whispering in my ear and touching every inch of skin with his huge hands. It all felt so real, i even felt him inside me,, i felt every motion of him. my whole body moved to compliment his as we lay together.

- you can imagine my anger when my partner woke me up here to tell him what time it was-

8.05am

I went back to sleep and tried to pull it back,,, but it was too late,,, he had gone

Last night I dreamed that I was meeting up with a guy from school (not in a date way) who I hardly know. I think my friend came with my as we would have more to talk about. When setting it up he said to meet at the resteraunt place where his mum works but when I didn't know where it was we just agreed on McDonalds. I don't think it was McDonalds the dream actually took us to though, just some café place. By the time we were sat down my friend wasn't with us anymore and we had pretty much nothing to talk about aand the dream ended.
The dream probably happened becuase I am meeting up with a friend at some point soon who I get along well with but I have no idea what we would actually do when we meet up but I have asked my other friend (the same as the friend in the dream) to come along as she is friends with him also.

I had another dream the I was on holiday with my boyfriend and his family (which I was last week in Wales) although this place was different and we were all staying in seperate single buildings which were just a bedroom. While there we bumped into a friend of mine who was with her friend (i went on holiday with her to spain a couple of years ago, i think I assumed we were in spain in this dream). My boyfriend and I went to our room, didn't do anything sexual but were naked in bed (maybe because of the heat??) and my friend burst into the room to see if she coul catch us doing anything. She left and the we started to hear people trying to shoot/throw things (not like guns, just toy guns. Some were kids and some were guys in red sodier sort of uniform witbh guns that fired harmless but still annoying hollow black balls. It seemed they were aiming for our room and various other rooms. we were able to draw the curtains but there was no glass behind the curtains, just a gap that went from the floor level nearly to the top of the room and to the sides, i think we had two walls like this.
I can't remember any more

We pay to go into a museum (me, my mum and my sister) and go down the first dark corridor and out into the first room, which is full of sculptures and pictures. There are some other more interesting things, but they only keep my attention for a short while and my mum and sister are fascinated by these weird drawings.
"I like this style but not too much." my mum says. My sister gets a pencil out of nowhere and starts trying to add to the pictures.
"Hannah! No! Stop it! Can me move on yet? Look everyone else is gone. Even Mrs Mackie is going." Mrs mackie was one of my old school teachers and is really slow at doing stuff. Eventually we get out into the next room, which is all white and has shells and pearls and stuff. We don't even stop in here and carry on. The next room is no longer a museum. It's full of racks of clothes, and as we continue, we find ourselves in a large shopping centre.

Later, I have another dream where I'm rushing about a station frantically trying to buy tickets. After that, I have some blue and white tickets and am trying to board a train, which apparently doesn't exist; it's just an empty station.

I was Harry Potter, or at least in Harry Potter's world walking around a town with friends (i don't think i recognise them from real life). We decided to go into what looked like a toy shop. When int he shop we were standing around what seemed like a table at the top of some stairs. All of a sudden someone came flying across the room and bumped into me, he seemed alright but didn't apologise, just walked off. I noticed that my friends were staring at me. One of them (who i think was meant to resemble Ron) said something like "you you realise who that was?", they then lead me back down the stairs to the ground level of the shop, they explained to me that this guy who'd just bumped into me was some sort of badass and now he wanted to murder me. We noticed that others in the shop were looking at us, we decided that this was a good time to leave so we ran out of the door.

For some reason we went to a church where we knew he would be. When we got there, there was quite a few people walking inside to wait for us to arrive. My 2 friends went inside the church to look for him or to see what was going on while i was left with a little girl. This little girl took my hand and walked me over to this pillar outside the church, which apparently made you invisible and no spells could be used to make you visible. Which was good because a witch resembling Bellatrix Lestrange came over to us and tried to look for us but could not see me even while looking straight at me.

After a while i decided it was pointless me waiting outside, so i went in. I walked through the hallway entry to the church where there were quite a few people gathering, and i shouted "i am here" to all of them, feeling very confident. I walked through the first door into a room where there a few more people crowded around, one of which was Draco Malfoy (who was actually my real life friend Eddie), and we fought. In a very one sided fight Malfoy was quickly defeated, i remember using the "expecto partonus" (however you spell it) on the side of his head, which dazed him then was able to take him down. Then one of my friend's re-appeared and started beating up Malfoy, and i joined in.

Once Malfoy was dealt with i went into the enxt room, where the guy who bumped into me was standing ready for a fight. I used the same spell on the side of his head and he again went into some sort of trance leaving him wide open for attack, the fight was again one sided and i won. That's all i remember.

August 4th, 2011 not lucid

I'm at mcdonalds (either at the drive through or inside). My dad asks what I want. I say water. (p.s. I barely remember this part)

Next, I'm walking out of a building with my parents. It might be a hotel, but I'm not sure. I tell my parents how weird it is that there's a huge mirror right in front of us that looks exactly like whatever's behind it. (in the dream, the mirror was more like a very clean window.) *I tell my mom, "I can just see an architect going 'hehe, I'll put a mirror right here so everyone walks into it!'" (I said this with my voice all wobbly, to make it sound like the architect was laughing, but it sounded more like a goat). My mom apparently thought that was funny and repeated it with the same voice, noting how she thought it was funny how I thought architects speak.*

Next, I'm in my dads truck outside the building. My sister is now there, and I kind of just know that we're going to a softball game (and I remember earlier my parents said that we would only be gone for two hours, which for some reason was hard to believe.). As we drive, I have trouble putting the water I got from mcdonalds into the cup holder. This fades away as the car turns north. Someone points out something in the sky that looks like a vapor trail, but it is really close to the ground (only a couple yards). Looking at it, I notice how wobbly it is, and then I remember seeing two parallel tracks in the ground further back on the road, and realize that the plane probably crashed there. I also notice that the vapor trails start kind of on the road and that the plane probably took off there.*

As we keep driving north, we also notice more vapor trails at the side of the road. It looks like there might be a cliff where the side of the road ended, and that planes just flew around next to the cliff, and hardly ever seemed to go above the road (at least, that's what I infered from the random vapor trails and fogginess to my left.)*

We kept driving and noticed one more cool thing. We were at a point where everything around us is a couple feet lower than the road itself. To our left we see something really cool. It's a field, with irrigational looking devices going across it. The devices were emitting some sort of fog or mist that made really interesting patterns. I thought about how much I wanted to see this place in the morning (because it wouldve looked really cool). But then the dream ended...

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 22-23, 2011.]

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

I'm at a big, old house that is now a tourist site. It's a bit like Hearst Castle, only older, in a different architectural style, and not on a hill. Tourists can enter either the house itself to go on a tour, or they can enter a large theater to watch a movie about the house. The space in between the house and the theater is an enclosed, carpeted lobby. While I'm in that space, I give another tourist directions to the main entrance to the house: “Go down there, turn left, go up the ramp, then turn right and go through the doors.” The ramp is long and slopes gently upward.

In addition to the large, main theater, the complex also has a ride of some kind with seats that are suspended on long bars from an overhead track. Riders board the ride by strapping themselves into the seats when they are within small, circular, mobile theater pods. These theater pods show a movie about the era in between the heyday of the large house and the present day, that is, the house's early days as a tourist attraction, before it had a visitors' center. The pods also can move around on legs and have motion-simulator functionality. I get into one of the pods 'backwards,' by riding on one of the seats as it comes into the pod from the unloading station. Other riders also board the pod, and then the movie begins.

[I'm not absolutely sure, but I think] It was at this point that I woke up for a very brief WBTB (just a few minutes, which is about how long I usually wake up for in the middle of the night). I remembered very well what I had just been dreaming about, and focused on it while I was awake. As I was going back to sleep, I thought, I wonder if I can get back into the same dream I was just in. [Amazingly,] I succeeded in doing so.

The mobile theater pod moves out into the street that runs past the big, old house, which is part of the ride. While it's out in the street, the pod is boarded by small, roundish creatures, Expies of The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything [from “VeggieTales”]. After they've boarded the pod, instead of proceeding to attack and plunder it, they decide to go inside the visitors' center to get some Starbucks. This gives me time to escape from the pod and run for help. I escape from the pod and start walking along the sidewalk. Somewhere around here, I realize that I'm dreaming, but I don't want to interrupt the dream plot already in progress; it's interesting and exciting, so I go along with it. I start searching for the main, public entrance to the tourist site. I pass by what appears to be the main entrance and go to a gift shop. The gift shop is filled with a lot of red decorations and red objects, mainly Christmas decorations. I sit down in a chair and get into a conversation with the store attendant. While I'm talking to her, my thoughts stray and the impact of the thought, “Whoa, I'm dreaming” hits me fairly hard. I am suddenly overcome by a strong feeling of sleepiness, and close my eyes. Then I remember that I'll lose the dream if I do that, and open them again. I'm still right where I was.

I tell the tour guide about the mobile theater pod being attacked by pirates, and ask, “Do you have a security guard?” She shows me where there is one waiting behind a service counter, and sends him back out onto the street with me. When we're on the street, I notice that there are “floating” vehicles on it and feel dismayed that the sci-fi future is actually here. Then I notice that at least the larger vehicles do have tractor treads, in addition to the pink, glowing force fields I see under all the vehicles. The security guard goes to the mobile theater pod and apprehends the pirates [at least, I suppose he did; I don't really remember that part of the dream].

[Different dream.] A man has been captured and locked in handcuffs. A dog brings him a key in its mouth, so he can get out of them. He does so. Then, his captor approaches and, seeing that he's out of the handcuffs, says to him, “I expected you'd be out of those by now.” The man replies, “I already am.”

[Different dream.] I'm showing some guy how to properly arrange the cord for and use the mouse on my computer.

[I may or may not have been lucid for this one, I'm not sure.] P. and I are both making cakes with a little bit of dough, under Mom's guidance. My piece of dough is bigger than P.'s. We mix ingredients into the dough with our hands. We're in the kitchen/dining room of House #1, and the cake pans are sitting on the floor under the dining table. We pick them up from there to put the dough in them. Before I put my dough in my cake pan, I run a little bit of tap water onto it, and it shrinks to the size of P.'s piece of dough. That's good, and a relief; I'd been concerned that I'd initially taken more than my fair share when we divided the dough, and when we added the other ingredients.

Fragments
A van, some guys lasers and brown stuff. Like sand or something.

Kat Slater from EastEnders was arguing with Megan Fox on the Square.

My Mum made me some pie. It looked like cherry pie and it was kinda cartoony which led to this dream. She doesn't usually make pie.

I was in college and my friend was there and one of my least favourite friends was there.

Dream 1

I was somewhere in a forest or something and my mum was there and she had been kdnapped along with the families or friends and it was up to me and my squad to get them back (my squad had family members and friends in that group that they wanted to save) It kinda turned into Call Of Duty as I started shooting bad guys. I eventually found the people and then woke up.

Dream 2
A family was watching as a father and his sons entered the formers car.
I think they were high ranking people so the other family let them take there car. The Dad thought that the other family would damage his car when they got in but they were really careful. The odd thing was this family was white and I hadn't seen any of the before.

Side Notes

I was attempting Sleep Paralysis and I kind of got there. I felt my arms shutdown and my face went numb and it kinda felt weird as if someone's hand was on it. So I opened my eyes and nothing was there. I was ignoring the need to move and roll over into another position but I couldn't keep it up and moved.

I was talking to my grandmother when her face became that of my Aunt (dead for over a year). I hated her in RL on a cellular level.
She Said:

"Only travel if you're alone"

this dream stood out and had the 'listen up' vibe I take care to pay attention to.