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I can only remember the dream from this morning I awoke at 10:30. The dream began on my way to tempe. I can't remember the details, the dream seemed to last a very long time. I remember being at a mistress bar/strip club type thing. I got a dance from a girl I knew, Kari. It was amazing. I was back in Tempe with my friends and we were about to end our vacation but we decided to go back to the bar one last time because we had coupons left. I had a coupon that was good for one of anything. I wanted a threesome with Kari and another girl. I felt a little uncomfortable about it at first because I really liked Kari and I thought she might think less of me if I was some creep buying a threesome. I decided fuck it, she's a stripper, if anything I shouldn't be even thinking of having a relationship with her. I got taken into a back room. There were a bunch of people back there, all getting stuff done to them. At first I was waiting a little bit, but finally a girl started sucking my dick. I remember asking where is my threesome? Apparently I was not getting it. The bar was ran by an older asian woman. I kept losing my balance for some reason, I was standing while getting the bj. The girl stopped and went somewhere else. There was a guy taking pictures of everyhting. He was taking close-ups of my dick. I saw Kari sitting on another guys lap. I felt jealous. I wanted a dance from her so bad. She then moved to another guy, there was something about this guy that I did not like. I got an evil vibe from him. Somehow he turned Kari into bacon. That's when everything went to shit. Apparently all of the women in this brothel were actually demons, and the spell imprisoning them as humans was broken. Women started transforming into these beasts so I dipped, unfortunatlely there was one chasing me. I was hauling ass thinking what the fuck, how can this be real, I must be dreaming. I thought ok if I am dreaming I can control this. Nothing changed. I slapped myself across the face while running to see if I could feel it. I thought I did feel it, but looking back the pain was dull. It made a slapping sound and sounded so real that it confused me. Doesn't matter anyways because immediately after a demon jumped on my back and took a bite out of my neck/shoulder. I could feel it, it fucking hurt. My vision tunneled out, and I woke up in a room with Jordan and Brandon. False awakening. They had all had the same dream, except it wasn't really a dream. We thought that maybe we were possessed now. Jordan claimed he felt smarter. I was still really confused and then I woke up.

i woke up this morning and only had about a couple of minutes before i had to get up. so i could only remember bits of my dream but i do know the dreams were really long.

i can remember something to do with moving home but dont wuite know what, i also remember being in a house with a big hole in the floor and i droped an alarm clock down the hole so i jumped down after it, the dream was very vivid when i was climbing back up and i can remember really consentrating on a piece of wood with a nail in it and i may even have became lucid at this point but cant remember anything after it.

Haven't explored any of these sights before, though I have been lucid dreaming since I was a child. When I was younger I would frequently have terrible nightmares of monsters chasing me and being trapped in my own house. These nightmares would often be mixed with lucid dreams. Later I learned to control my dreams even more, eventually turning my nightmares into my own personal playground. I became the hero of these terrible dreams, giving myself the ability of flight, control over the elements, and unmatched strength. Since then I have had lucid dreams almost every night. Some of the more fun reoccurring dreams are protecting friends and family from evil monsters, hordes of zombies and I, lately, have been protecting strangers that my mind seems to create. A couple dreams in particular I've had recently are ones where I had to protect a certain young man whom I had never met before from secret agencies trying to capture him. I've fought off these "secret agents" by use of martial arts and even sending a tsunami towards their agency location. One favorite stranger dreams was that I was fighting Chathulu via DBZ style fighting while trying to protect yet another young man.

So there is a little peak inside my head...what do you think?
Feel free to leave any comments, or thoughts, or even stories of your own dreams. I am looking to connect with fellow lucid dreamers.

I was walking toward this pond that a kid from my church way in the past was standing at. It was a bright summer day and I wanted to swim. I could tell he was thinking the same thing. I told him we could just skinny dip, it's no big deal. Then my brother and some of my cousins came up to the pond and we all agreed to just jump in. So we did and I sat there swimming for a little while just going back and forth. My brother decided it would be fun to have a race. So all of us raced back and forth across the pond multiple times. It didn't matter how hard I tried, I couldn't swim fast at all, unless I was on my back, but, my brother said, smugly you couldnt swim on your back because it's against the rules. So I said I'm not participating then and he and the rest of my family started calling me a poor sport and shit, but I didnt really care. I just decided to float on my back and look at the clouds and take in the sun.

I walked around the pond a bit to see how deep it got. At the deepest it went up to my neck. It was strange because I could feel the mushy sand/dirt of the ponds floor and I could feel the waters buoyant force when I was floating on my back. Usually when I float on my back, my legs slowly sink down so I can never stay floating for long, but this time I was perfectly floating on top of the water. I was amazed at my new found floating abilities. I decided to swim around a bit under water for a while. Without thinking about it I opened my eyes under the water and as soon as I did I remember this was a pond and maybe not the cleanest thing for my eyes so I came above water and tried to wipe them clean. As this happened, my cousin, S, asked someone if they think its ok to open your eyes under the water. I told her I just did and they arent burning or hurting or feeling dirty or anything, but I still doubt it's good.

Then there was a break in continuity and it went to me and A sitting up the hill a bit looking at the pond. She asked me how it was. I told her I didn't really know because I was dreaming the entire time. She was worried and said, "You were dreaming? You could have drowned!" I explained to her that I wasn't dreaming while I was swimming, but, rather, the entire thing was a dream. She got confused and asked me how it could be a dream if we are here at the pond right now. I realized she was right. This is part of the dream. I got excited and told her this. And I said to look around look at these trees, this grass, the pond! It's all so REAL! So vivid. This is a dream right now! I can't believe this is a dream. I created this entire world in all its beauty. To prove to myself this was a dream I decided to jump in the pond because, if I were dreaming, I wouldn't feel anything. To my surprise, I could actually feel the water, but it wasn't a real feeling. Just an impression of a sensation, but sensation nonetheless, but I still knew it was a dream. I explained my mind to A during this. I kept telling her to look at all these different things, like plans, and buildings that were around. I was amazed at how colorful and vivid everything was. Then I realized since it's a dream, it has to end soon. I connected the parallels between the dream world and real life, about how its so beautiful, but it ends eventually. I got really sad and held A tight and told her I don't want it to end, talking about both the dream and real life. I kept saying how I wanted to stay forever. But knowing this wish was futile, I decided to make the best of it and have sex with her right there in the grass with people off in the distance. It doesnt matter if they see us, it's a dream after all! She went with it, and we had suuuuuch intense sex...but I knew it was time to wake up. And so Iwoke up.

So, it's been awhile since I've been recording my dreams, and I find I have significantly less recall ability because of it, so I've been trying to pay more attention again. Last night I had such a vivid dream, thanks to Calea Z. love that shit!

It started with me sitting in a restaurant with a group of people, only I wasn't me. I was some 40-50 year old dude with thinning hair, somewhat longish, but not really. I was quite fat but my weight kept changing throughout the dream. We were sitting at this table and these people I was with was discussing whether or not I was allowed to join their "group" or something along those lines. I didn't say anything, just listened. They decided I would be ok to accept. Then I guess they just disappeared, and I ate some food. When I was done, it was around closing time, and I was supposed to go upstairs to the third floor to have my initiation. The restaurant place was huge. The dining area was the first floor, but it was gigantic. The second floor was something...I don't know, but the staircase was so wide and fancy.

At the third floor, I was in this reception room or something, and it was really poorly lit, and dank, and smoky, and there were a bunch of people laying around on couches. I sat on one and waited because I didn't know what I was doing. There was a dude smoking a cig and he asked me what I was doing. I don't think I said anything, but he still knew what I was doing there. He started talking about how he thinks what these people do is wrong, even though hes a part of it. It's not quite human trafficking, or sex slavery even. It's prostitution, which he said isn't too bad, but it's just not right. He felt bad about it all but he could do nothing about it. In my mind I agreed with him, not realizing the group I was just accepted into were the people in control of the prostitution shit.

After some time, I knew I was supposed to head into the next room for whatever reason. There were tons of beds with people fucking on it in absurd ways. Mostly with dominatrix type shit and bondage and everything that freaks me out (lol). Then two girls walked over to me and tried to take my clothes off. At first I was like, "Hmm, this could be interesting but..." Then one of the girls pulled out a huge pink dildo that had balls attached for some reason. I was like, "No, I don't want that." But the girl didn't listen and she started flopping it around and motioned toward my ass. I kept saying no, but she wouldn't stop, so I shouted, "IF THAT COMES NEAR MY ASS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL SOMEONE!" At this point, I was back to a normal weighted person for some reason. My yelling startled the girl and I ran out. They had gotten my shirt off, but I didn't care to go back because of my disgust.

I walked down the stairs and the restaurant was completely empty, but I could hear a tv and an old couple talking. Maybe the second floor? So I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could. For some reason my "mom" who wasn't my real mom, because I wasn't actually me, was at the door for some reason, and also, my pants were off and I was completely naked for some reason. She walked in and I put a blank look on my face. She said something to me and I fell over acting startled. She asked me if I was sleep walking again, and I acted really confused and played along with it so she wouldn't know why I was really there and why I was naked. I could have won an academy award for how good my acting was. I really felt the emotion that goes with all of a sudden realizing you are far away from home and not in your bed. It was awesome haha!

So after that we left and started walking down the street, and apparently my clothes were back. The city we were in, my mind told me, was New York. There was so much noise and people around just hangin out being hood rats and what not. I realized all these people were in a gang or something, and started to get scared. I said to my mom, "How the hell did I make it all the way out here in my sleep?!?!" She was wondering the same thing. Right after saying that, I saw a dude come by with a cops night stick and I knew he was going to mug us, and I threw my hand behind my back to dampen the blow of the club. He told my mom, who was in like her 80s to give him all her money, and she just started to run. The dude with the club looked at me and said something about how shes old but hell still chase her and me down. So I turned and started running to but he was somehow in front of me. He swung the club at me again and hit me in the side. He tried to swing again, but I caught it before he could put much force into it, and I yanked it from his hands. I hit him in the head as hard as I could, which knocked him out. I started to run to catch up to my mom and as I looked up there was a gunshot and I saw a different guy pointing a gun at me and I felt this burning sensation in the left side of my chest. I realized I had just been shot, and fell to the ground. I was fat again at this point. I laid there dying wishing it didn't happen this way. As the last moments came I realized this was all a dream and forced myself to wake up.

So I've been joined to DV for almost 3 years now(woohoo!) and I've finally reached the point of having 100 dream entries!(woohoo!) And this one just happens to be about dying.(woohoo!)
Well actually this isn't really my 100th dream since I sometimes post more than 1 dream in a post.. but its still awesome!

I was at this place.. I'm not sure it it was a waterpark or just a pool area. There were two pools, one was huge with tons of swimming lanes and it also was a large wave pool. Then there was the smaller one, made just to be a wave pool with smaller waves than the main pool. The main pool had a super tall diving board in the last lane and it was the deepest part of the pool, reaching about 40 feet down. I'm scared of deep water(in real life too) but I told myself that it was just water and nothing would go wrong, so I climbed up to the top of the tall diving board and did this awkward flip thing off. I went way down to the bottom of the pool and ended up touching the bottom, which freaked me out a bit, knowing how deep I was. I got disoriented and couldn't swim to the surface for some reason, so I just layed there at the bottom and was just dying there. I felt a tug and was dragged up to the surface by one of the female lifeguards, who lifted me out of the pool and put me on the side. I could still hear and see almost everything going on but was apparently unconscious. Every one of the lifeguards was going crazy getting everyone out of the pool because it was standard precedure during an emergency. I saw one of the lifeguards dive back into the deep end of the pool just to make sure there were no other people drowning. I felt someone pounding on my chest and I coughed up some water and "came back" but was still sort of out of it. I just layed there on the ground next to the pool as everyone was still freaking out, clearing the pool, and calling 911. This is when my memory gets fuzzy. I think the paramedics showed up and surrounded me but I don't remember being taken away because the next thing I know, I'm standing by the smaller wave pool, ready to jump in. (hmm.. what a brilliant idea-go in a wave pool right after you almost drowned in another) I thought to myself "it would be a lot harder to drown in this smaller wave pool," and went in. Well, those small waves were more powerful than I thought. I got caught up in one and it sent me backwards and threw me, head first, into the man-made "shore." And then it happened all over again. I was unconscious but could still hear and see, there were lifeguards going crazy, etc etc. So.. yea.. that was interesting.

I had this dream the first week in June. My grandmother passed away on May 28th, 2011.

From the point of view of my Grandmother...apparently I was in Modesto. I was at an apartment complex/condos and was climbing the stairs. I began to try to put the key in the door, but it wasn't working. I was confused and kept trying. I began to knock on the door and ask to be let in- my key wasn't working.

From my point of view I came up the stairs and saw my grandma at the door of the apartment. Tears sprang to my eyes and I walked over to her. She was trying to get into the door but her key wasn't working.

"The keys not working" she remarked curiously and kept trying. I was astonished and stood there with tears in my eyes. I reached forward and touched her hand. She was REAL. I suppressed a sob and said, "But Grandma, you're dead".

And she smiled at me and replied, "No I'm not. I'm still here."

She then asked if she could have a taco and I noticed I had a Taco Bell bag in my hand. I told her of course and then I turned the knob and walked inside the door. Inside my grandpa, Uncle Les, and Uncle Mike were there. They were all solemn and sad and barely looked up when I walked in.

I was crying and Uncle Les noticed that I didn't look sad. I was staring at my grandma as she walked in and tried to talk to my Grandpa. She asked him something, I can't remember what, so I asked for her and my Uncle Les came over and said "Is she still here?"

I was afraid- afraid they'd think I was crazy and afraid they'd be mad I was talking to her, but I nodded. He smiled and said "I knew it".

"I can see her, she's here still" I said gently and my Uncle Mike walked over and started to talk to me.

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I woke up. Even at her funeral, this dream made me smile-- because in my heart, I can feel that she isn't gone. I looked at her body and laughed and almost said "This isn't here...she's not gone. She's still here!" I'm not sure why I am so certain she's still here- but almost a month later I still don't feel like she's gone. Maybe its my body's way of protecting itself through denial.

I had this dream the night of June 16, 2011

Part 1

It was dusk. I was at a race track. There were thoroughreds in the court yard area. I was part of a team- 3 riders per horse. I was apprehensive about three people being on a TB but I put on my jumpsuit anyways. I was to ride in back. We rode bareback. I clambered on and the thoroughbred, a dark bay gelding/stallion began to pop his hindquarters up and buck. I held on with my legs and to the rider in front of me and began to voice my concerns over my being in back. They were younger and smaller and I stated that the heavier rider should be in the middle of the horse's back, not on the hindquarters. They just told me I was to stay put. The horse pranced forward and we came to the start of the 'race' track. Smoke began to fill the air and ahead the trees beside the track were in flames and there were firetrucks putting the fire out. We were told to ride forward. Our horse began to nervously prace and bounce from side to side. I held on and gripped with my legs, fearful of a wreck.

Part 2

I was in the house and I saw that the front door was open. I didn't see the cats. I ran outside and saw them across the street. I ran over to them as I saw a few dogs running toward them. I grabbed Xena and Woodrow, but Jazz was struggling to get free. The were clawing me as I grabbed them all and was yelling for help. The neighbors came out and chased the dogs away and I walked toward the house. In the flower bed, I saw Jazz's legs. I threw the other cats inside the door and saw a dog wrestling with Jazz. I grabbed the dog and threw it off, then picked up Jazz. He was limp and I saw blood matted around his throat. He lay in my arms and I began to cry and turned to the neighbors and said "Someone call the vet! Someone call a vet!" It was dusk by this time and the man that was on the phone said he couldn't find a vet that was open. Jazz was very weak, but he kept kneading me and purring. I was crying and on my phone, trying to find the number to an ER vet. My fiance came and took Jazz and put him in a carrier. When I realized he was tucked in a carrier, I was furious and afraid he'd been put in there less-than-gently. I ran into the house and got the number for the ER vet off of the fridge and called. It was dark now and I looked out to see the crate EMPTY. I ran out and saw Jazz crawling across the yard. I began to scream and cry and ran to get him, picking him up in my arms and seeing his pumpkin orange eyes fading. I was beside myself with grief.

I dreamed that I was in a Nazi mall or something, where there was security watching your every move. I walked around and saw people exercising. As a guy, I dont feel like exercising is imporant. I'm 20 and I look good enough! Exercising is boring and indeed, the people exercising really had a zombie-like face expression.

Two women stood out because they had very big, naked boobs. I walked by, looking at their chest. And from up close, I realized unsuspectingly that they both had two heads! I moved on and away from them, unsure whether I should be attracted or afraid - but mainly afraid.

Anyway then I became lucid so I did lucid things like look around and jump around. I actually tried to control people in my dream but that's not too friendly and it didn't work.

I dreamd that I had coworkers down at my place, and this woman A... got out her T.V. At that point I became lucid because just by looking at it and concentrating, she could make people and things appear on it. I knew there was something special about that so I tried it myself.

When I started using the T.V. I was not so good at controlling the stuff that appeared on it. For example, as I play a lot of chess I wanted to see a chess set. When it appeared, there were many bishops, knights and all, but they were in a crazy position where they could all eat each other. So that made me unhappy because I couldnt practise chess in my dream. At least not on A...'s magic T.V.

My friend A... does not reflect society's idea of "cute". She is an assertive, muscular woman who is sometimes manlier than me. But when I summoned her on the T.V., a beautiful blonde girl with red lip-stick appeared (???). I summoned myself next, and that shocked me even more. Look, I have this idea of myself being an athletic, cool guy, who has style but is also smart. In my waking life, I even look like it! But on the magic T.V., I looked sweaty. I had unpleasant thinning hair, thin lips and acne scars. My magic T.V. self wore small glasses while my dream self and real self don't ! I was astounded.

the magic TV thing was fun to play with but it makes me wonder if physically, I may try to look like something that I am not psychologically. The psychological is probably more important.

Friday, June 17th

I. “Koresh”

It is difficult to tell if in this dream I am a person or an omniscient perspective. Only one time that I remember does somebody talk and seem like they are addressing me. The setting of the dream is that I am inside David Koresh’s Waco compound. Upon entering I see a bearded white man dressed in white robes like the Anglo-Saxon “Jesus.” He is motioning wordlessly and looks rather odd. I think for a moment that this is David Koresh, but I soon find out that there is a man in the corner of the room, naked and in a 69-type position with another man who is sucking him off. He is a bit chubby and balding – it turns out that this man is in fact Koresh. Memory of the dream is extremely spotty, but I believe that this dream taking place during some sort of upheaval in the compound, either the beginnings of a rebellion or the beginnings of the siege by the ATF. Aside from this first rather odd scene I have two other memories of this dream:

There is a young boy speaking out against Koresh’s teachings. I remember nothing specifically except at one point he seems to be talking to me with a wide enlightened smile saying “we can’t go to hell!” Koresh comes up unexpectedly behind him and asks “Who’s not going to hell?” The boy is lost for words and before he can even speak Koresh does something that looks like he’s casting some sort of spell. He curls the fingers of one hand inward and then flicks them out at the boy like one might do with droplets of water. The boy falls to the ground motionless.

At another point, I cannot definitively say if it was earlier or later, Koresh and another member of the cult are testing walkie-talkies. He walks down a hallway, and the other man says through the line “is it safe?” Listening closely to something, perhaps the static on the line, Koresh thinks for a moment and then says “no, it’s not safe.” He begins walking around trying to find a device that is interfering with the signal or perhaps taping the conversation and he does indeed find something. There is another walkie-talkie taped to a wall, with a chord plugged into it that runs into what I can only guess is some type of battery operated recording device. He triumphantly tears it off the wall. There is a young girl nearby watching this, who has been in that spot awhile and would have seen somebody plant the bug. I remember predicting in my head that Koresh is about to sneak up to the girl, play real nice, and ask if she’d seen anybody do so. I worry a bit for her safety, especially as I remember what I have heard about what Koresh allegedly did with young girls in his compound. I do not remember if he actually did what I predicted though. End of recall.

Thursday, June 16th

I. “Gemstone Heist”

S.B, A.L and I are looking for weed (although I have quit smoking for the past 10 days or so) and we are headed to the house of somebody we know, though I don’t remember who it is. This is the premise, yet nothing that happens really has much to do with this.

The unknown person’s house turns out to be a large mansion, and my memory of the dream begins as we are rushing down a large staircase and out of the house. I have five large gemstones in my hand that we have apparently just stolen. I believe three of them were pink and rough and two of them were smooth and blue, and all of them had spots in them that were a color I can’t recall now. As we make it outside a group of men in suits come rushing at us. Our car (a 2-door dark gray vehicle that none of us actually own) is sitting in the entranceway that looks a lot like that of a hotel, an ovular cement thing in the middle with a driveway around it under a roof. As we see them come running at us, I drop most of the gemstones as I try to shove them into my pockets; I get only one or two of them in there.

As it looks like we are going to be caught everything suddenly drops into slow motion but my own mind and movement. S.B is apparently going to be the one driving. I throw the drivers’ side door open and wait for him to pull the handle and the seat goes forward. I leap into the backseat. I see that A.L can’t get into his door, and it turns out this is because it is locked. I quickly reach over and pull up the little pin and he gets in the car. As soon as we are all in there everything begins running at the same speed. I am not sure who is driving the car when we begin moving, this may have switched for no reason but it’s either S.B or A.L. Somebody is telling the driver to turn left and break through a barricade of cars, but instead they turn right and get stuck in some slow moving traffic. The last thing I remember seeing in this section of the dream is the tail lights of a car ahead of us.

The dream jumps and we are inside the mansion again, hanging out with people I do not recognize. Apparently we are no longer on the run from anybody. I am tapping out the rhythm of a Flogging Molly song, a band I have not listened to in ages, and a girl recognizes it merely from the rhythm and puts the song on. She makes some comment about that band being good.

Another jump and S.B and A.L are both swimming with people in a very nice, large pool. I am fully clothed and do not wish to join them. End of recall.

Limited recall in my early WBTBs
6:34 Just vaguely rem being in school and having a large assignemnt due that i have yet to do. this is actually a reoccurring dream scenario for me...

9:14 I had a dream that i was kind of outside at school, looks like high school. i say kind of because the clothes dryer was out there. I was with a big athletics class and we were all outside enjoying the day. I wasnt in athletics clothes and there were many others who also were not.

I go up to the dryer and a cat that looks like mine is on it but i know in the dream its not my cat. I go to pet it and as i approach it the face almost looks human. I pet it and it starts to walk right off the dryer. I struggle to catch it and let it down on the ground more gently. It starts walking away from the dryer and toward the bench when i realize the cat is blind. When it reaches the bench it is no longer a cat but some dude dressed kind of like a chollo. He sits on the bench and i notice on his shirt it says, if i lose my shirt dont help me my parents will replace it in white ink, his shirt is red.

The class started heading in and as i was going i saw this girl with like red curly hair and she seemed kind of confused. I think i talked to her but cant rem what was said, she doesnt seem to be going inside though so i walk up a bit and find a chick who looks kind of like laurel. I ask her if the red head, i knew her name in the dream, is coming inside. Laurel said of course and looked at me like it was a stupid question. We start heading inside and now it looks just like my high school, where as before i did not really recognize the scenery.

I get into the locker room and david is in there. I also see a couple dudes that look like football players just standing around. David says something to me and i think about telling him about a dream i had that he was in, but i remembered that in the dream i say bad things about him. We walk into the lockeroom a bit and he points out that there is a girl on the football team. She walks over to the football lockers in a white uniform and dissapears behind some lockers. At this point i start to realize that there are girls all over the locker room. I look around and spot more and more. Eventually i look back towards the door leading outside and i see another strange girl, who is supposed to be the red head but she looks different. Now her hair is longer, straight, and brown. She is like moving her arms in waves, it looks kind of strange. Dont rem past this.

Wednesday, June 15th

III. Lucid #9: “An Experimental Experiment”

Unknown locale and situation bring me to this point. Memory picks up as I suddenly find myself left alone with A.D. It is quite dark in the room but I can still see. She gives me the smile I haven’t seen in years, we both lean in and begin kissing. The feeling is vividly familiar, I feel a rush and as she thrusts her waist against me I come almost instantly. The orgasm in the dream is very intense. Suddenly her shirt is off and I can see that my sticky fluid has gotten on her chest. I start thinking about what to do about that and hoping she won’t notice that I’ve blown it this early. To my surprise she begins telling me how sexy she thinks cum and blood and snot are; how she wants to be covered in it. She talks to me more vulgar than she ever did when we were together in physical reality, telling me to fuck the shit out of her etc over and over again. She puts my penis between her breasts, expecting me to do something rough. Surprised and upset, I stop what I’m doing and almost begin crying; there is none of the love and tenderness there used to be, only a nymphomaniac type hunger for obscene sexual gratification. She responds to this by walking over to another man who is suddenly now in the room and fellating him emphatically. I don’t feel particularly jealous, only slightly awkward about being in my first threesome and it being with another man, and it being with my ex lover. She cares nothing for this. She briefly knocks our dicks together and begins walking away.

I find myself and the unknown man following her through some woods, with many broken down amusement park rides randomly scattered in the trees. She tells me that we’re going to go “walk on the rides.” I see she now has some shorts on and I am still naked. Unknown voices soon begin telling me how this is an “experimental experiment” to get herself alone with me. However as we come to the bottom of a hill, Batman and Robin come dashing out from behind something and I run from them on sight. A more menacing voice tells me that this is actually an “experimental experiment” to get me to leave, which I do.

Next I remember I find my way back to a large room filled with bleachers of different species of humanoid spectators with many different colors of flesh and facial features. Everybody seems afraid, suddenly A.D comes running back in and throws herself into the arms of yet another man, yet again unfamiliar but I do remember him having short blond hair and sideburns. They begin kissing each other hard.

I wake from this soon after, only for a second with a T-shirt over my physical eyes so I awake to complete darkness. Falling back asleep a moment later, I drop back into the dream, this time fully Lucid. There are wide, elaborately decorated hallways back to the room I intuitively know contains her and all the spectators, and some people on benches observe me. The walls are purple or blue and bejeweled in spots. I decide (quite impulsively) to try to fly into this room and confront her. I focus on the doorway and try to superman-fly over there. I had been quite unprepared to become lucid again. I make it not quite halfway to the door before the dream dissolves into yet another false awakening, I am suddenly being led down very narrow, dank and bizarre looking corridors by hooded figures that are short and hunched over. Their heads are covered and their faces are not visible. The entire landscape is made up of discs piled one on another, getting smaller toward the top forming pancake-like pyramids. I see that the path I’m on continues far upward and I can see another place to land high above me. I decide to attempt to fly, again, and this time I don’t recall even making it off the ground.

I wake up to find that when I had an orgasm in the dream I also had one in physical reality and I will have to clean myself off. I am now feeling as if this was some sort of test, which I have inarguably failed.

Wednesday, June 15th

II. “We Know Each Other”

Yet another party dream, at a house that I do not believe exists. I am decently sure that my parents are sleeping upstairs as this goes on, and at certain points I become concerned about the level of noise and the amount of people – evidently it’s a party I’m running in a house that I live in.

I do not remember the chronology, but I can go by location. Out on the porch there was a joint passed to me that a few other people had been smoking, and later on I have one of my own that I return the favor with by passing back to them (a small group of girls that I think exist physically). At another point I become upset, specifically I think at Sean, about the amount of beer cans that are strewn about the porch floor. I begin picking them up and throwing them away, emptying out the soldiers. I have thoughts about abandoning the party and going to bed as I often do when faced with these situations.

Inside: I walk into a room and see K.G on the couch. We recognize each other and I give him a hug, genuinely glad to see him. After that I see E.H sitting on another seat and he is glad to see me too. He tells me I have a cool alarm clock in my room, and motions to a nearby downstairs bedroom. I tell him it is actually S.B's room and intuitively know this – also a picture of the alarm clock that S.B owns (in the dream, not physically) appears in my head. It is tall and cylindrical and the time scrolls across it. As he begins talking to me more he starts to shake nervously, as does another person, identity now forgotten, sitting to his left. Somebody I do not recognize walks by laughing and comments on how funny it is watching us attempt to communicate.

I am sure this is the last thing to happen in this part of the dream – a large group of girls walks past me, consisting I believe of some girls from my high school, the type I could not stand. Their tans are unnaturally dark and their voices high and obnoxious. After that I run into M.C.C and a blond girl who I don’t believe exists but in the dream I know is named Emily. I go to give M.C.C a hug but she seems nervous. I say to her reassuringly “We know each other.” She leaves quickly. "Emily", however, proceeds to tell me that she loves me, we are soulmates, etc and at this point I am incredulous and the scene begins dissolving.

Thinking I have woken up, I begin thinking about writing this dream down. However it is a false awakening and I am in another unknown place. I believe the walls are all glass windows. I finally decide, for some reason, to write on something that looks like S.B's couch/beirut table. Noticing that it’s too big, I decide to break it down. I’m suddenly outside and it’s stilted on either end, the middle over open air. I hit it with something to break it in half. It does, but I look over and I believe Z.A is looking at me disapprovingly; I am doing this in an unsafe way. I keep taking the halves and trying to break them down the middle again and as I’m doing this the form of the object continually changes. By the time he comes over and starts telling me how to do it I am looking at a hollow green thin plastic piano. I wake up right around here.