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I'm having very intresting dreams at the time being, but not so much recall. So I decided to post one of my key-dreams from couple of years back. This really did change something in me.

So this dream was played in two acts. They both were long and complex.. but I remember the first act only vaguely.


APOCALYPTIC PARTY AND MENTAL HOSPITAL

ACT I - The Party

I was at this underground festival wich I did partisipate in wakig life many years ago (when it did happen I was in delusional state so the experience there was quite psychedelic also in real life). The parties in dream were parties of apocalypse. All kind freaky stuff happened but in a somewhat "normal" way. I was acting as a ringmaster and tried to keep the spirit up, help people to find their way there and help the world to change. I was wearing tailcoat and top hat (I own over 100 year old tailcoat and did have over 150 years old top hat in waking life). At one point I slipped and fell into deep woodstocklike mud pit and got a moment humblening. I remember thinking how on earth I can get these clothes clean, how much it will cost and is it even possible etc.

After that and also scattered around the I act I tried to contact people (spent much time in phone etc) so that they would know that parties are happening and get there. I moved in dreamlike manner across the communication lines. In one point I had moved to the town where I live in waking life and I was in phone booth talking to someone in festival. He/she told my that one person I know had arrived to the festival. In the waking version of those festival he wasn't there and I remembered that. It came clear to me that he has arrived from present to parties that were in past. It was absolutly clear in dream that this was what had happened. I became thrilled that things were finally working and the first act ended.

ACT II - The Sanitarium

I found myself at the mental hospital. I was patient there (I've been hospitalized iwl). My girlfriend from that time came to visit me. I said to her that let's go to my room so that we can be in peace. So we get to this room and in the back of the room is another door that hasn't been there. We go through the door and after a corridor we come to this room full of mirrors and old paintings. Paintings are somewhat romantic but also impressionistic. All of them symbolise some theme or situation in intimate relationship. Situations are universal and about the crisis, glings, disconent, frustration and situations you end up reliving from time to time (loops). We deside to go deeper into this knowing that they are only loops. So we go deeper this time travelling through mirrors and paintings. Every time we go through one we end up to act the situation in our life, but in some level we are lucid that this is what we have to do to get to the end of this road. After every passage we end up to new room full of, yes, paintigs and mirrors.

Then we get to this one painting. It's quite small and from 18?? I think. It's a holiday and tourist town in French normandy. There are houses that are cafeterias, inns and restaurants. There is a promande and in the side of it a low wall, by the wal there is stairs that lead to beach. In the middle of promenade there is a phone booth (not realistical at that period of time) and in the phone booth there is a gentleman talking to phone. He is wearing top hat and tail coat. After a decent distance there is a woman waiting for her man. She is leaning to her umberella. We decide to go through this painting. We end up to relive many symbolically analogous sitution from our relationship. In those situations either one of us is talking on a phone or using computer. The other one is jealous for attention that other is giving to outside world and at the same time hoping that he/she could be on computer/phone conncting to outside world. These scene goes on too long. The whole labyrinth that we have travelled inside the sanitarium collapses and we are back in my room. My girlfriend is shouting at me for some obscure reason that I don't understand. She doesn't have any memories of us travelling in that maze of realtionship. She leaves from the room and bangs door loudly.

I end up wandering around the sanitarium. Group of three or four patient come to talk to me. One of them woman, other are men. They want me to go to a room where some of them live. I'm cautious cause you never know how to trust other looneys but in the end I decide to follow them. So I get to this room and they start to talk to me very entusiastically. They have difficulties to remember not to talk at the same time. They tell me stories and try to make me remeber things that I have blocked out. Their message is this: they are group of reality revolutionaries (not the kind that want to rebel against reality but the kind that want to fight for new, better, reality. In fact I'm one of them. We have done many missions together before. There are many more of us. Some of us (like me) don't remember this.
As the story goes on I start to remember bits and bits. And as I remember their appereances start to change. I get to see glimbses who they really are. Some fantastical features in their looks.

After they have downloaded this information to me they say that it's a time of next strike. It's now. So we go to common areas of department, and strike starts. It is a fasion show. So the nurses happen to be caring and motherlike and have allowed the patient to keep little fun. Patients get to arrange fasion show and the nurses are sitting in the audience. Everybody is dressed in blankets and pillowcases and stuff that is avaible. My comrades ask me to sit on a ground and hold a flashlight. So I sit in lotus possition and held the lamp like a torch. I start to get tired and doze off. As I start to get closer to dream (in a dream) I see glimbses of my fellow model patients inner shelves. Not just how they are but who they experience to be. Then I fell asleep.

I wake up to this large dog licking my neck and get scared. Wait a minute. It's not a dog but a dragonlike being whose tail is around my neck. And it stays there. I'm still among the models/patients and the nurses are watching but this freaking dragon stays there and freaking nurses are staring right into it. So I realise that reality is quite leaking. Divine intervention (lights and stuff) put this large book into my lap. The books is about cracking the code of reality. I open it from random spread. The other page has this chart about history: years, periods, rulers and things. The other page has a map of time were every time periods are not separeted by time but by geographic distances. There is island called 1960's and a city called French revolution with suburbs that are like American independence war and other too. Large nation called Archaic and everything else. When I read the both pages simultaniosly the timeline of world starts to collapse to a one hypermoment where everything is simultaniosly.

I open the book from another spread. It talks about multidimensional masters that have reached the fifth dimension and effect the world from there by telling stories. They use codenames to let the awake people know what's the story about. There are names of waking world playwrights, songwriters, comic writers, book authors, poets and other. Code opens up who they really are, who tell the same story, what other aliasses those master use in waking world. As I read this code the optional storylines start to collapse in one hyperstory with all possibilities. I got this strong sensation that now the reality is really open. Mental hospital has mostly faded away. We (and there are many of us now) desided to make one last effort to really crack reality up.

(this part is very hazy.. so I don't even remember how I experienced the last effort. Was it a party, orgy, battle, chessgame or what.. maybe all at once)

We win (kind of). Reality has changed into Orwellian Nazi Germany where our side wears uniforms of SS officers. Some of as start losing their memories and act like their roles. I'm alarmed and depressed. Something must be done. I pick up a piece of paper and start writing. Asking questions from remaining resistance about what should we do. After I've written those things the letters reshape into answers and suggestions. They so me this one sigil that I remember from somewhere and suggest that maybe we should use it. I think for a moment and then agree. I use the sigil and the dream collapses. Error message appears in English (it's not my native tongue). I'm not sure was it a mental or visual text. It says:

FUNNY THING JUST HAPPENED
THERE IS NO FANTASY THAT HISTORY HAS FOREWARNED US
YOU HAVE TO CONSTRACT EVERY PARSEC OF STORY YOURSELF

I wake up and have this surrealistic feeling for the next couple of days

I was in a department/grocery store of some sort. There was a glass display near the center of the store and I was looking at men's style wrist watches. I was kind of bored but I was determined to find a watch I liked and buy it. Most of them were bulky and coloured black. Someone (a unidentificable woman) told me to hurry up but instead of buying a wrist watch I went to the checkout and purchased a bottle of red wine, even though I don't drink alcohol. This angered the person who I was with for some reason, but I don't know why.

the first time i ever had a lucid dream, it was through the DILD method, i was on my way to school, and my cousin approaches me, and tells me he wants to introduce me to a group of people. they turn out to be a cult following an old prophecy: an individual will be sent to the moon, and destroy it. this individual would gain the power to control the universe around him, a sort of lucid dreaming technique existing in reality. (keep in mind that this was a dream, so fulfilling this prphecy would mean attaining lucid dreaming) this group means to use me to destroy the world. causing the extinction of life. I agree to destroy the moon (with my own intentions in mind) i destroy the moon with thier weapons, and in the moments after the debris from the moon clears, i look around, and the positions of all the stars and planets are off. i feel fear at first, but then i began to realize i was dreaming, and did the levitation reality check to prove it. after more experimenting, i woke up. so thats my first lucid dream.

Went to bed 12:54-1:30
Goals for the night: Eat something and interact with DCs
No memories in early morning
8:20 We are in a hotel room, me lissa and chris. Im looking out the window of the room and i notice my cat is in the corner of the room. I start to hear loud meowing coming from outside the room and it sounds like the way my cat meows when he is by himself. I keep hearing it and looking around outside trying to find where it is coming from but the whole time taking comfort in that my cat is sitting in the room.

Then a cat runs from under a chair next to me and at this point i know that the cat that had been in the room all along wasnt mine, and that the one that was meowing is. My cat runs onto a table and i notice his tail is all messed up and most of it is missing. In the dream i know he had gotten into a fight or something outside and get really worried. I tell my sister. I try to pick him up as the two cats run to the front of the room. I go get him and pick him up and notice he smells just like he does when he gets back from the vet. I say something like, how can we be sure its our cat in the future, i said we need to just check his teeth to make sure its the right one(my cat has missing teeth)

*Was with Alexis and Juan and im just talking to alexis about soccer. there is a girl there too but i cant rem what she looked like. Alexis starts talking about some league he is playing in when juan shows up and sits down. They start talking about who was, they were saying legendary, in the league this season. I think the girl may have asked a question, i just rem walking away smirking and saying i dont know anything about this league you guys are talking about.

*I vaguely rem being in a cafeteria at some point

*Vaguely rem talking to my creative writing teacher

*Have a flash of sitting on the ground and with my shoes on sitting in lotus for meditation. I rem bringing both feet onto my thighs and despite my shoes being on they rested quite comfortably. I dont rem but in the dream i have the feeling there are people around and some of them are observing me.

1. I'm walking through a sun-speckled woodland on a wide blacktop path, and the way is quite peaceful and warm. Out of the woods comes an oddly attractive figure, a six-armed lizardwoman. She starts to walk beside me and introduces herself as a "mover and shaker" who has time-traveled from close to the end of civilization. As she continues to speak, I realize that she's really rather amoral but is very intelligent, and I'm drawn to her. As we reach the end of the path, I ask her for her name: she smiles and replies, "Fukiyume."

Note: When I woke up, I did some searching on that name. The compound "Fukiyume" is meaningless, adopted only once as a username on an obscure Italian forum. However, both "Fuki" and "Yume" are legitimate Japanese words. "Fuki" refers to a shoot vegetable, and "Yume"... means "dream!" I was certainly unaware of that consciously, but I've seen enough anime (including Ghost Hound) to possibly have it in the subconscious. I'll have to see if this DC appears again.

2. I'm on the highway entrance ramp near my house, phoning my mom who's in a car on the exit ramp. We're trying to coordinate our Father's Day shopping, with little success.

3. I'm at the clinic of a smiling doctor whose specialty is urology, waiting for some routine procedure. Across from the waiting lobby is a banner that morphs according to the type of surgery he's performing at the time. Eventually the banner shifts to tell me it's my time, and I go to an operating room that looks like a bathroom from my old house. I'm allowed to select my own anesthesia, and I try for a hypnosis MP3. The one I pick has a very creep female hypnotist, however, and I'm unable to trance as I start to panic about the knife's cut.

I have been studying this technique too here is some material i have read on it. namaste


Finger Induced Lucid Dream (FILD)
The FILD technique should be used when you can expect to go straight into a REM dream period. So it’s probably not worth trying this when you first go to bed. Instead set an alarm to wake yourself up during the night, or try the technique before having a nap in the afternoon.

The Technique:
1. First of all just go to sleep as normal, if you can wake up naturally during the night great, if nto set yourself an alarm to go off after about 5 hours. This will make sure you’re at a point in your sleep cycle where you will be able to go directly into a REM period and also that you will still be feeling fairly tired so should have no problem falling back asleep quickly.

2. Once you wake up, the first thing that should be on your mind is the FILD technique. Just relax, and try to go back to sleep exactly how you normally would. The goal here is to get to the point just before you fall back to sleep. Once you've reached this point, begin the FILD technique. This will probably happen very quickly if you still feel tired so don’t wait too long!

3. Now imagine that you are playing a piano using your index and middle finger with one hand. Your fingers are side by side on two keys. Now, press your index finger down, leaving your middle finger up. Next, press your middle finger down, and lift your index finger back up. Repeat this up and down motion.

4. Once you feel you have a comfortable rhythm with this motion, now imagine pressing the keys so lightly that they don't actually go down. (You can practice this on an actual piano or a computer keyboard - you should basically feel your muscles contract, but your fingers should hardly move)

5. Focus on this subtle movement. By directing your focus, you will be able to fall back asleep relatively quickly. Make sure you don’t try to count your finger movements or talk to yourself in your head as this will only wake you up.

6. After about 30 seconds have passed (again don’t count just when you feel it has been about that long), take your other hand, and perform a reality check by pinching your nose and try to breath in. If you can, then you're dreaming!

And that’s all there is to it! The technique works by keeping a part of your conscious mind active through the slight movement and your focus on it, not enough to keep you awake but enough to remember to do a reality check 30 seconds later which should be as soon as you enter the dream.

You can add to the effectiveness of this technique by practicing the movements while awake. Do both the light finger movements combined with a reality check 30 seconds later. This will help build up an association between the two in your brain so it becomes a natural habit to follow through the finger motion with a reality check.

I am a member of the night's watch from A Game of Thrones. There is this climbing competition in the middle of the ocean where we have to each try and get to the top of this tower of somesort and prevent others from doing the same. I swim to the tower and fight someone else trying to get up. One or two others are farther away in the water. I eventually get to the top, forget to juggle and lose after all my hard work. I am infront of this African tribesman somehow, maybe we are not in the ocean anymore. We bow to eachother. We are all at a table afterwords and I tell everyone that If I hadn't forgot, I would have won. I see my cousin under the table, but just her head. It looks as if the rest of her body should be sticking out, but there is nothing past the table cloth hanging down.

Dinner outside past the hedges in my backyard. Someone brings out the queen for a visit. She is horribly ill and disgusting. He helps her sit down and eat. I and a couple others are called into the yard by our commander. There is my shed, and we are being tested by searching it as a team. One of the other Nights watch guys opens to door while I keep a small cat at bay to the left. It lunges at me and bites at my fingers. Its poisonous! Is that what the commander wanted to happen? Good thing I was wearing my gloves.

I am going inside, but can't find my sword. Where is it? I look around, and ask some people but they don't know. Sam helps me for a moment, but doesn't really care and waves his knife at me in a threatening way. He is wearing golden gauntlets? I try a sword that might be mine, but its not it. My sword is a thick blade, but this one is skinnier and has a curve to it. Some big guy starts causing me trouble. He doesn't like me. He starts attacking me with his sword, and we start fencing. We aren't hurting eachother when we land hits though, and I am landing much more. All I remember now is him coming at me with a knife trying to kill me. We get inside, I try some knife defense techniques but they aren't working well. I manage to control his knife hand, but when I try to punch him back I can't inflict any pain. I'm too weak and he's way to strong. There's nothing I can do. I manage to get either his knife or another one in my hand and point it at his throught. I make some small holes in it just to let him know I'm serious. He gets the message I think.

We're on a couch or a bed now in the room, there are a lot of others and there is this martial arts instructor from Israel in the hallway talking to everyone about a test or something. The guy tries to stab me again, I am hitting him in the back of the head as hard as I'm just not strong enough..I yell out for help but nobody even turns their head to notice me. I just cry and move away and ask him to stop. He says "your a sensitive little guy aren't ya?" He gives me a hug.

I don't remember what happened before this, but I have a feeling it was something important.

There is some kind of camp in the woods, and one of the people there is sick. I somehow know how to cure him, so I run through the woods to a clearing. Someone who looks like the ghost of Christmas present is standing there, and he puts a curse on me to heal the sick person. Well, that's definitely fair -.-He says that if I come into contact with the sick person, he will die instantly. Which doesn't really make sense. Now I have to stay away from the camp. I sneak through the woods, careful to stay quiet so they don't see me.

At this point the landscape shifts to a foggy field with a car in the center. The car looks really strange. I hear the people from the camp coming, and jump into the car. Somebody is already in there, and he starts screaming at me. My two brothers come, but they walk through the car and disappear. The person in the car stops screaming, and wings grow out of the car. He flies us to some kind of concrete bunker, with indentations in the ground and doors in them. The person flying the plane-car turns into an adult wearing goggles, and tells me to go into the building. he follows me through the door, shooting any guards with something that looks like a shrunken minigun. Inside the building, there was a very loud heartbeat and pipes all over the floor. There was a mad scientist yelling at us, but we both ignored him. We found the source of the heartbeat, and the person with goggles threw up. It looked like some kind of squishy egg that was pulsing, and it was about 3 feet tall.

Fragment that seemed to be related to the above dream-

I was riding in a yellow car with the kid from before, and I slowly started to change shape. I looked in the car mirror, and I looked like the person with a normal wing and a demon-wing from Final Fantasy, except I had two shimmery silver wings. The kid driving the car looked at me, and said "Your back turned into a robot!"
This was just really strange and I woke up.

I am talking to my daughter about lucid dreaming, not sure where we were but we are at a table drinking, there are lots of people around us and it is very noisy. A woman came across to us ((think she was in charge of the place)) and she asked me about lucid dreams and asked if i could help anyone there to do it, i am a little taken back ((but didn't become lucid)) but said "hell yeah why not"..i stand on a table and everyone looks at me, i turn around and begin speaking to a couple on the table and one of them say they can already do it but they dont realise how much yet ((???)) dream skip.... I have a book in my hand and i'm asking somebody a question, a door opened and a young lad stood there and was looking at me, i seemed to recognise Him but at the same time i didn't ((as if the image kept changing)) There is a bright light and then i go into my next dream

I was in a house, my hubby was on a bed with another woman, I watch as they touched each other and moan, i feel physically sick ((dream skip)) I go upstairs in a house, my hubby was in bed asleep, ((i thought "yeah you go ahead and sleep now you'v had your fun!!")) i go to check on my girls, my 2 little ones have gone downstairs and were hiding, i catch them playing some kind of cryptic game in the bathroom ((yet i have no bathroom downstairs lol)) i say "you could get killed here, don't you realise how dangerous this is" I feel very concerned for their safety. I grab them and carry them upstairs, they are crying hysterically. ((dream skip)) I am in bed with my hubby, i try to get close to him but he moves away from me and gets up. ((dream skip)) I am alone in another room and a different bed, i can see my hubby walking about then i wake up.

There was a woman, her legs didn't work as she was crippled. I remember something to do with an offence, murder i think. I was in a caravan with her and there was also a prison cell inside it.The crippled woman kicked something ((yet her legs didn't work!!)) when a coppa was there , he said that may be an offence so took her away, she was shouting about her legs not working then he came back in with her holding her up by one arm, he gives her a chance and say's she isn't in trouble, the coppa then tries to blame me and talks to me.

I am a constable myself and for some reason all my dreams about the police are about me being in trouble lol!!!

19.06.2011

Fish Shopping (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So in last night's dream, I was going fish shopping (which I did yesterday to help fill out my fish tanks) and Drew and a bunch of male marines were at the mall, too. (Our petstore isn't part of any mall.) But I remember parking out by a nearby StarBucks, talking with Cha for a little while, about what, I don't remember, and then I remember being back at my house, watching my female guppies give birth.

While I was tending to my girl guppies (they are a live birth fish, by the way) I watched them shrink in size to the same size as the fry and they ended up going the way of food like the the other fry. At one point, I stood up, stuck my hand (and fish net) through the front of the glass aquarium and pulled it out. The tank splashed sideways a little and I said aloud "Wait a minute. Gravity doesn't go that way" as I pointed towards the tank, against the wall. "I must be dreaming."

I did a reality check and, sure enough, I was dreaming. I wouldn't be for very long, though. I turned to my left and said "I want to see my dream guardian." I forgot to turn away or cover my eyes, though. I said again, "I said I want to see my dream guardian!" I knew that I was doing something wrong but I couldn't figure out what. I looked around me and realized that, except for my fish tank and the window I was watching, the room was a black void. So I looked down at my feet briefly, looked up at the tank and tried the spinning technique to end up in a new place. Instead, I was in a new black void and I didn't know what to do next. I stood there for a moment, did another reality check and 1, I wasn't awake like I initially thought I was, just with my eyes closed and 2, I was sort of lost. I rubbed my hands together thinking that the dream wasn't stable (never considering that I just spun myself into a black void and I needed to build it up) and I saw a green figure in the black fog, almost like a cartoon, and I woke up.

Dream #1

I am at a bar in what i thought was a hotel. I am sitting on a bar stool with my mother next to me. My sister was sitting behind the counter and a woman was standing with us who i perceived to be the hotel manager.

We talked for a while which i don't remember and then there was something stuck on my sister's arm which i also don't remember what it was. I let my fingers move across the object and it let go of her arm. I made a sexual joke about that i have magic fingers if u know what i ean . Then i thought, shit they aren't gonna think this is funny. I looked at my sister's face and she was starting to smile widely. My mother burst out laughing and all four of us started laughing out loud. I woke up.

Dream #2

I am in a backyard of some sorts with my neighbour who i never talk to. This backyard was covered and there where a few gates and fences . I was with my little dog and my neighbour had 2 large dogs in his part of the fence. Then he brought another dog with him. This dog was HUGE, like 4 meters tall and basically very big. I had to be careful not to let my dog near those dogs. Somehow my dog was able to open the gate tho so i blocked him from going in there. It was all very strange.

At some point there was a party going on and there where loads of people. I had a deep conversation with my neighbour wich i recalled when i woke up but i forgot to write it down (goddammit) i actually remembered the entire dream but i didn't write it down. Now i have forgotten it.
At some point my sister was there standing behind us. And she burst out laughing again. I wake up.

Dream #3

I'm in my living room with my little nefue. In the dream i thought i was talking to my friend but when i woke up i realized this was my nefue i was talking to.
We where watching tv or something and something came up about stoning a woman to steal her money or something. My nefue said, i do this sort of stuff.
I told him that's very selfish, it's completely unfair. It's just pure greed. You don't even need the money.

We talked about this for a while and he mentioned he was a crackjunkie and he needed the money . I told him that's no excuse, it's still greed to steal the money just so u can keep loading up. Once you start hurting people at one point it will be fatal. You will be fed with guilt for the rest of ur life. He broke down and he cried. We hugged and i closed my eyes.
In my closed eyes visuals i could see a hand made entirely of light reaching out to me.
I woke up again.

Dream #4

don't remember goddammit.

18.06.2011

Puppy Vision (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This time, I had three dreams but I only remembered the last. I only know about my first two dreams because I woke up after each. I forgot them nearly as soon as I opened my eyes and I didn't get the chance to write them down.

My memories of the third dream are very short and fragmented. I remember seeing the world from my puppy's perspective, visiting "Karing Kennels" which is a real animal shelter over here but it looked more like an animal sanctuary. I remember seing my friend Mina. I also remember showing Mina my fish tanks and when one of them busted, she bought me a lot of pet fish. (I've got guppy breeding on the mind.) And I remember flashing my bra at some asshole who wouldn't give me a ride and demanded to see my breasts. I told him to piss off and ended up walking. The last thing I remember is baseball and joggers. A lot of the dreamscape looked like parts of here.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I, possibly as a little boy, stood on what looked like the crumbled walls of ancient American ruins below a purple sky. I saw myself from behind, and maybe a few meters away. The walls I stood on were less than a meter tall, and they seemed to have all been cleaned out and made presentable for tourists.

The purple sky almost looked like a stage sky, or like the screen-dome of a planetarium, shaded purple. There was a form in the sky, maybe up from the horizon at about a 30 degree angle. The form was almost elliptical, like a half-open mouth. The form was full of black and grey circles and circles within circles. It was almost like gravel.

I knew that people used this form in the sky as a kind of transmitter for psychic messages. I may have used the form. But mainly it was older men, who may possibly have been known as wise men.

I thought it was kind of silly that people were using suchs a complicated method of psychic sending, a big transmitter in the sky, and psychic reception. I cynically reflected, Haven't these guys ever heard of cell phones?

I then felt bad. I didn't want the wise men to think I thought they were stupid, and I didn't want other people to think I was stupid, just because we hadn't thought of doing something simple like using a cell phone, which everybody else already did.

Dream #2

A view of a parking lot with a trailer-office, like for a construction site. Lance Loud from the 1970s reality show "An American Family" sat out on the steps of the trailer-office. Lance looked to be maybe 12 or 13 years old. He was resting his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees. His dad, Bill Loud, was inside the trailer-office.

The view closed up on Lance. He had been sitting alone. But now there were a couple of other boys sitting on the steps below him, and maybe standing before the steps. The boys were all in line to see Bill. But Lance was first in line.

Lance looked really depressed. It suddenly occurred to me that Lance worked for his father, and that he was now anticipating getting fired.

The trailer door had been closed. But now it was open. From inside, Bill called, "Lance!" Lance slowly stood up as Bill continued, "Come on in here! Death march!" This confirmed that Bill was going to fire Lance.

Lance walked into the trailer-office. My view was still from outside the office, at the bottom of the steps. Bill's desk was just inside the door. Beyond the door, the trailer-office seemed as huge and full of people and activity as a large factory. There even seemed to be huge cranes and heavy-duty fluorescent lights inside!

Once Lance stood before his father's desk, he was about 20 years old, about the age he is in the TV show. Bill had some kind of discussion about firing Lance. Lance didn't seem to care that much, although he may have said some semi-nasty thing to his dad.

Bill apparently felt bad for firing Lance. But he himself was also depressed. He had just gotten divorced from his wife, Pat.

Bill was now in the living room of one of his good friends. The living room was huge. It had three large couches in the center, arranged in a backwards "C." Bill sat at the right end of the top couch.

Bill's friend and the friend's wife seemed to change positions. Once they were both on the right end of the right couch. Then the wife was still in that position, while the husband was on the right end of the bottom couch. Then they may have switched positions. Then they may both have been on the right end of the bottom couch.

Bill was trying to talk for a bit about how he was depressed over his divorce. But the wife started talking about how she and her husband had gone to some kind of store like a K-Mart or a Walmart and picked up stuff like gardening supplies. The store may have been called Libby's. Something about it had a Mexican feel.

Bill seemed at first to wonder if the husband and wife were trying to ignore or belittle his depression by talking about shopping. But he eventually seemed to decided they were only trying to distract him from his depression and cheer him up that way.

So Bill joined in on the discussion about this store. He said to the wife, "You know, Libby's always had that great feel to it. You could just walk in there and it was great. Is it still like that?"

The wife said, "Well, you know, the service at Libby's has gone downhill a lot since you've last been there. I don't think it will be what it used to be ever again."

Dream #3

Whitley Strieber was driving in a car with two other people. A man sat in the front passenger seat. Another person, probably a really pretty, blonde woman, sat right in the middle of the back seat. My view was from just behind the woman's head, as if I were a camera stuck on the inside of the back window.

The car was a big car like from the 1970s. The car drove through some nice valley of green and tan grass between two pine-covered mountains. The road was pretty straight. We were just heading down a slope away from the first mountain and toward the next mountain.

I could see either a very small town or a large estate just up the slope of the next mountain. Strieber's house was there, just around a left curve.

I only saw the people in the car from behind. Strieber had a thick head of brown hair in a bowl-like cut. It was a really nerdy, 1970s-style cut. He also seemed to be wearing a blazer that looked like tweed, but which was of a chunkier, nerdier fabric.

The man and woman had picked Strieber up from the hospital, apparently. He had been at some kind of speech or presentation. Then he ended up in the hospital. Now the man and the woman were making sure Strieber got home okay. I think the man may have been wondering why he was letting Strieber drive, right after he'd gotten out of the hospital.

Strieber now spoke in a really thuddy, low, dull voice. He said he was at the meeting when, "I just couldn't see straight anymore."

I could see as if through his memory. There was a person in his view. The person split into a few different images, which were all glimmery and white, surrounded by rainbows, somewhat like looking at something through a blurry prism.

Strieber continued, "That's when they came to me. They told me. And from what they told me, I knew. I have only 15 days to live."

Dream #4

Two women were in a TV studio which was colored orange and yellow, and styled very much like a TV studio from 1960s or 1970s. The women sat in plasticky swivel chairs with metal bases. Between them, on the wall, was a TV screen. Shelley Duvall was on the screen.

One woman was an older, classy, experienced interviewer. The other woman was young and very pretty. She was actually a model, not an interviewer, although she was apparently going to help the older woman on her interviews from here on. The younger woman may actually even have been holding a teddy bear.

Duvall was maybe in her late forties. She looked really pretty, but not quite like herself. She was tan, and she had freckles. Her hair was dark and really silky. Her skinniness was over-accentuated. And she had dark, dark eyes. In fact, her eyes may have been all black. She wore a red dress with white polka dots and lapels.

The interview seemed to be going well. But then, suddenly, the younger woman interrupted Duvall and asked, "So, wait. Are you, like, an actress, or something?" This question had been posed half in ignorance and half in the young woman's attempts to hurt Duvall in some way, just because she was older than the young woman.

Duvall stopped what she was saying. She said, "Yes. I am an actor." She held up a color headshot of herself. It may have alternated between a rather pretty and colorful shot of herself and some shot that had to do with her playing Olive Oil in the movie Popeye.

Duvall may have scolded the young woman a little bit, angrily. She may then have continued on with whatever she had been talking about before.

But, again, the young woman interrupted. She started asking Duvall for advice about some kind of life problem or professional problem she was having. Duvall stopped talking about whatever she had been talking about and started giving the young woman advice in a very caring manner.

Dream #5

No, or few, images. A few old, rich people, possibly including a couple of old ladies with grey hair and blue-violet colored hats, were talking.

One said, "How are they doing after the breakup?"

Another said, "Oh, well, Arnold is still depressed. We try to cheer him up and get him out of the house. He's only just now started seeing people again. So maybe he's about to turn the corner."

Another said, "But Maria! She's just throwing all kinds of wild parties! And they just get more and more lavish!"

This was said as if Maria were breaking some kind of rule. It was like people thought she should have hidden herself away in depression. Since she was doing the opposite, she was apparently a bad example of womanhood.

Sleep. I am sitting with John, and my mother comes from a corridor with three plastic bowls: doritos, popcorn and chocolate chip muffins. John asks me if I seriously bought Magic cards.

Then I am somewhere else, and I learn that Grandma has died. I feel guilty, wishing I had not judged her so harshly.

I am at school, and the Breakfast Club is running. This surprises me, because I thought it was over for the year. Nevertheless, they are serving mini-bagels and garlic bread. I take some garlic bread and go sit at one of the benches to watch the movie, the launching of the first rocket into space (however, it is more of a racing car with rockets going along a racrtrack).

Then, I am in a bookstore (which is actually the library, I think). I am another girl, who steals an orange shirt and ends up becoming a thief. I am being chased by the police in the Saab. At one intersection, I do a U-turn that makes my wheels skid. Then, I zoom through and go down a ton of side streets. I can only think of getting to the border. Wake.

Then, I woke up at 3:15, stayed up for about 5 minutes, and tried to do a WILD. Obviously, I failed.

Sleep. I am in a restaurant in the mall (located where the photography store should be). I see Mr. Dee (who is not even one of my teachers!), and he is telling me how I did on a presentation: poorly. He gives me a rubric, and I look at the mark: 6/26. (I do not remember what each individual section of the rubric said, however). I fall backwards and hit my head on the ground, but it does not hurt.

Then, I get up and walk back to the restaurant and enter a room with a kitten. I wake it up, and then see that a computer is on. Someone is composing an email. At the other computer sits a man, who tells me that I am being quite rude and that someone is already using that computer. Oh, and that I shouldn't be reading someone else' email. I tell him that I recognized the email (even though I didn't), and then Sasha walks into the room. The kitten starts clawing me, and I run out of the room. It is still clawing me, and its scratch marks even wrote a word on the back of my right hand (which I don't remember. Pansy, maybe?).

Sometime during the computer room scene, I browse Neopets and see that they have an "Academy Awards" for certain Neopets. Such as, the most "Classic" Neopet.

At one point, I am back in the restaurant, at one of the tables. I am with Luc and Sasha, and we are going to eat dinner. The restaurant is serving hamburgers for the first time, but they are surprisingly small. I initially ask for one until I see their size.

I am at Hopedale mall with a camera, and I need to take a picture of something beautiful. However, I forgot to take a picture of the rose flower box, and when I appear at home, I am frustrated. Wake.