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[This is both a catch-up post and a repost. Apparently, there was a server crash recently that ate this entry after I posted it the first time.]

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

Some events unfold that I'm not a part of. [I don't remember what they were now, but there was definitely a plotline involved, and I was definitely just an outside observer.] When these events are over, I find myself sitting in a movie theater, watching the end credits of a movie. I realize that all of the preceding events were a movie.

I walk out into the theater lobby, which is long, narrow, and wedge-shaped, growing slightly wider as I approach the entrance. I walk out through the theater's glass front doors onto the sidewalk. There, I meet up with my parents again.

My parents and I are in a strange, [possibly?] open-air, car-like vehicle with a hired driver. I'm showing them around the quaint, seaside downtown of Lake Worth [which, as usual for me in my dreams, looks absolutely nothing like it does in real life; it looks more urban]. We marvel at the awesomely cheesy anti-drug mural painted on the wall of one building.

[Different dream.] I'm flying above M. Road, traveling north, but facing south. I'm being pulled backward by that unknown, unseen force that so often does that in my flying dreams. I realize that I'm dreaming and take control of the situation by concentrating on the details of the scenery around me, as if I were going to stop to admire them. It works as intended: my backward motion slows, then stops. Then, I start flying forward under my own willpower, heading toward home (i.e., south). As I fly, I admire the rich detail of the scene around me and how much like reality it is.

[Dreamskip.] I'm now in a quiet, peaceful, suburban residential neighborhood, on a concrete walking path separated from the backyards on either side of it by fences. I hop along the sidewalk like an astronaut on the moon, making slow jumps that carry me several feet into the air, then slowly floating back down in an arc. I'm enjoying the fun of being in a low-gravity environment, which my dream environments often are.

I get up onto one of the fences and perform several floating glide-leaps from one parallel fence to another, combining jumping with flying. Then, I decide to try to change the dream environment to a different one by closing my eyes and spinning. I think, If I'm going to do that, I'd better start from a standing start. I jump off the fence I'm on and float gently down to the sidewalk. Once I'm standing on it, I think, Neopia, and close my eyes, but forget to spin around.

When I open my eyes, I'm in a much different suburban neighborhood. I'm standing in the middle of a straight street, looking down its length. It's lined on both sides with brightly colored, two-story houses with lush, green trees in their front yards. It doesn't look much like any of the official artwork of Neopia, but nonetheless, I become aware that this is Neopia, and that I've succeeded in my goal of changing the scene and getting there. I'm so excited about this that the scene winks out of existence after about two seconds, and I wake up. [Sigh.]

[Later, different dream.] I'm attending some special event at a theme park on behalf of [the company I've been teaching with]. I'm with SH and TS [two of my fellow teachers]. We're all wearing our white lab coats, and we're walking across a plaza that has a circular concrete beam running overhead, around the perimeter. I see some friends of mine wearing full rubberhead Sesame Street character costumes, also walking across the plaza in the opposite direction. I say to the young man in the Elmo costume who is carrying the head and looking sweaty and tired, “Hi, Mark. Go get some water.”

There are many other people there, changing into or out of costumes. Many of them are hanging their hangers on the concrete ring. TS suggests that we hang our lab coats from it, but I prefer to go back to the trailer, which [only in the dream, not in real life] has sides with panels that open to reveal closets [like my band trailer did in high school]. I want to put my lab coat there because I can make sure that trailer is locked.

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Side notes:

That first scene, where I realized that everything that had preceded it had just been a movie I was watching, was a particularly cool example of day residue. I had just been to the movies the evening before I had this dream. The recent article about how dreaming and watching movies produce very similar patterns of brain activity has informed the way I watch movies now; I always mentally compare the two experiences. In the movie I watched on this evening (Limitless), the ending felt exactly like being suddenly, rudely awakened by an alarm clock when you're still right in the middle of a dream. It's not surprising that that experience gave rise to an actual dream in which a movie ended and I suddenly realized, “oh, yeah, that didn't actually happen, I'm just watching a movie.” Both within the dream and in retrospect, that realization felt very similar to the realization, “oh, yeah, that was just a dream” that I've often had just after both false and real awakenings. Therefore, that moment of realization within that dream felt very much like a false awakening.

It belatedly occurs to me that Neopia is an entire planet. If I chose only one specific locale on that planet and made that the focus of my intentions, I'd probably have better success getting there.

Without a doubt the best lucid dream I've ever had.

It was incredibly long (as far as mine go anyway, it felt like 10 minutes) and also very vivid and I had full lucidity the whole time. I gained lucidity (don't remember how, just thought of it) on someone's front lawn on a road near my house. I looked at the curb and saw my car. I was with a couple of my friends, A and K. I get an amazing idea of something I want to do in my dream. I open the door to my Pontiac G6, push the button the pop the hood, take out the V4 engine, turn around and pick up a V12 engine which is conveniently laying on the ground and pop it into my car. Of course, it works perfectly. I blaze down my favorite road at some ridiculous speed, having a blast.

A little later, I drive into the opening room of some big labyrinth maze thing. My friends want to get out of the car. I tell them, screw it, I'm dreaming, I'll just drive through the maze. Which I proceed to do. Eventually me and A are on a higher floor of the maze with an elevator. I let K drive the car but he's having trouble navigating. I decide I want to have a meaningful conversation with my subconscious so I talk to A and discuss with him why he's such a cynical person. It's a very interesting conversation and I feel like I've learned something about him through things that my conscious mind missed but my subconscious did not.

I walk to another part of the room. It's a long open hall with no walls, just pillars around the perimeter holding up the ceiling. We're still on a very high floor of a building. I do weird things with my vision, making the ceiling and parts of the room fold in and ripple. I have trouble melding the environment exactly how I want to (I keep trying to do things like the city scene in Inception) but it's still interesting. Then I decide to try something simple. I jump into a fighting pose with my fist facing the ground, and where I'm pointing, the floor gets blasted out. I love telekinesis. Now for my favorite part of the dream. Where I've blown a hole on the floor, there are a couple of bricks still laying around. I point at each of them with a finger and lift them up into the air with telekinesis. Each of my 2 fingers controls one of the bricks, and I have fun flipping them over each other and messing around with them. For some reason this kind of control gives me great joy.

I hear my parents talking downstairs but I still have faint control of the dream. By the time I think of spinning or rubbing my hands together it's too late, I wake up, feeling satisfied and refreshed.

I was in some sort of trial, I had been bio-engineered to contain butterfly DNA, in the hopes that I could fly. I remember being in Port Macquarie, though my purpose there I'm not sure of. It was night, and I was on one of the higher levels of the resort, though the room didn't resemble anywhere I've ever been before. I could feel I was different, I could physically feel that if I learned to, I could fly, as though I had wings in my back.

I have a fragment of being in a carpark, it was daytime. We were going to court, something about my modifications. I don't remember the first visit or anything that happened during it, it is all blank.

I made the decision, I was going to have to learn to fly. I went to a field, long, stretching glass plains and tried to fly, but I failed. I needed to get my father to help me. My dad was in the loungeroom, with 3 other people. One was his business partner, the other my dentist, and I'm not sure on the 4th, but I believe he was old. They were all drunk, and relaxing in soft padded lounge chairs. It was late afternoon, and a soft, warm sunlight filled the room, but the atmosphere was still tense for me.
"I'm going to learn to fly. I want to, all the hormones in my body are telling me I have to, there's no reason not to."
They didn't seem as disturbed as I thought they were going to be, and I told them I would owe them a 6 pack for helping me.

The dream skips, and I am in court again. Artificial lighting, lots of wooden furniture and walls. I believe I was being told that I wasn't allowed to learn to fly. All the people here wore suits, with extremely pale skin. One old man in particular glowed blue, and stared at me and hissed. They had some sort of paper shredder made out of spinning knives in a box.

I wish I remembered more of this dream. I thought and felt as though I was in waking reality throughout the whole dream, and it was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. I could physically feel how I would use my wings, it's such a weird sensation and I can stir the feeling in waking life. The men in the suits have me confused, they had a very, very strong presence.

June 15 2011

I was just jumping around the dream thinking an item could make me the emperor of France. The item was a paper crown from McDonald's, then a piece of a chandelier, then a knife thrown near me.

Yes a guy threw a knife at me but at this point in my dreaming life, even nonlucid, I know I have all these abilities and I am totally fearless. Actually I ran at the knife to get as close to possible to where it would land so I could get to it quickly being the item that would make me emperor and all.

But this is the 3rd dream in as many nights where I thought something where another country was the main theme. Not sure what all this means, I have no trips planned nor do I want to take one. Hmmm.

Page 43: LD Dodge

Wednesday, June 15, 2011*

I'm running up the steps of my building when I notice I'm dreaming. As I enter the doorway and run down the hallway I perform a rc. I look at my hand and have a hard time counting my fingers. I look away and back and decide that I'm dreaming. I walk into the kitchen and it's different. The table is not in it's usual spot and is much smaller. My brother Brandon is sitting at the table with my parents staring at me. I tell him "This is a lucid dream, this is a lucid dream". I then start doing a funny dance. I walk down towards the living room and it's quite dark. I'm still reminding myself that it's all a dream and I again begin counting my fingers. That's when my brother Brent questions me about it. I ignore him and yell "Increase clarity". The living light goes on and now it's much brighter and clear. Which helps me to realize only now as I lie awake that my living room was un identical to WL. My living doesn't have a light or a light switch. Maybe that is the dreams way of manifesting my command?

Pretty exited, I try to expect to be standing outside and I turn around. It doesn't work. Now Brandon and Brent are both standing there. I yell clarity now and turn around and the light goes back on. "see" I tell Brent and he laughs "you hit it with your hand". "no, look I'll do it again" I tell him. I back up further away and attempt it again. I yell "clarity now" and turn around, but it doesn't work. I tell them its because it doesn't work in front of others. They laugh at me and leave. I try to remember what I want to do. I think about trying dream sex, but decide it's too risky and I'd wake up. I think of my other goals: increasing my awareness, driving my favorite cars, etc. I decide I'm going to drive so I expect to be outside on the street and I turn around. It doesn't work. I try again and this time try to visualize a street in front of me.*

It kinda works because now I'm standing in a parking lot full of cars. The parking lot appears to be underground. Its dark and a few feet ahead there is a ramp or exit emitting light into the lot. I see many duplicates similar to something you'd see in a video game. There are many muscle cars and I spot a modified camaro and run towards it. I then see an exact duplicate beside it. I remember I want to drive a Satellite or Dart so I turn around expecting to see one. Just like that there it is. It's actually a blacked out dodge charger with the rare daytona package, but hey that's a sweet car too and my dream knows me better.*

I go towards it to drive when a crazy driver starts trying to run me down. I start thinking "WTF why when I'm almost about to drive my car". I reach in my pocket expecting a gun and I start to shoot at his motor. I get into the car where I'm safe due to rollbars and I take off towards the park. I notice it's not like real driving. It feels fake and my perspective is all wrong. I can see myself using either the air filter or flywheel as a steering wheel. When I notice my mistake, I grab the steering wheel, buts it's so small and tiny as is the rest of the car. I hit curbs hard and fly into the air several times. Even that seems fake. Nevertheless, I head down towards the water fountain next to the park. It's down a narrow walkway meant only for kids. I begin telling myself "this is a dream". I do my RC again... Noticing more fingers and counting to 6-7 each time. I want to also do a reading RC, but I awaken in bed.

I run through the dream in my head and before I could reach over to write it down, I awaken again. This time with my head in a cardboard box and my brother standing in the hallway. I hear him telling my parents that I woke up after a while. I could smell cigarette smoke coming from the box. I toss it off my bed and I turn over wondering if I only had this LD due to sleeping lightly because of the box. That's when I awaken for real.

Short sequence this morning. I was playing some sort of (seemingly aged) RTS game that felt like a combination of Total Annihilation and Frozen Synapse. I seemed to think I was playing against my brother or someone I knew well, and I massed up a giant attack but it was crushed by my opponents entrenched defensive position. This was followed up by what seemed like a video montage of several WoW-esque dungeon/raid sequences, except that it seemed as though there was some competitive component to what was going on; I recall it would have occasional text overlay narration explaining things such as "EVO prefers encounters that involve unusual mechanics like canons" as though WoW instances were something that would be at EVO or some other gaming convention.

3-7 hours after sleep.
They say 3am is the magic time, just mess around and see whats best for you

Lucid Non-Lucid

i was in my moms room, playing with my new dog, when i realized that he didnt come for another 2 days. at this point i became lucid, but not completely. i figured id have a lucid dream and went to my room to lye down and fall asleep (fuzzy logic). then i entered a lucid dream, and was at my school. i was in my latin class, and went off to find a girl i like, and ended up walking through a small bamboo forest with some flowers, and there was a person there, most likely a random dc. i figured id ignore them and walked out another door and found myself in the band room. at this point i had multiple false awakenings, and found myself in the dream body that i went to sleep in, then immediantly fell asleep back into the dream. then from the band room i found the girl i was looking for, and i asked her to follow me since there were people there, and we went to the staircase. she tried to run away but i grabbed her leg and pulled her back, but then felt bad. i remembered its a dc acting on my expectations, but i still apologized, and she said it was ok. after that i found out that i can use practice making dreams seem real and that i should work on feeling things a little better, cuz i felt nothing at all. after that i woke up in my latin class (still a dream btw) and they laughed at me for talking in my sleep. the girl was there and i got really embarassed and ran out and lost lucidity.

Still half asleep, but I need to write this out. I cannot forget this one, there was too much.

It began by me moving in with my parents, or thinking about it. The house was really strange, there was a bar that seemed to sit underneath the house, but it was still outside. I was excited that me and my son were going to live with them. I remember talking to my mom about how I'd stay and help out until I found my own house. I invited some friends over, someone I had just met and a few others I knew. My aunt and uncle had shown up too. I was on a bed in a bedroom with one of my girl-friends and we were listening to the wind howling. It started to sound like voices and we started to freak out. Then I realized what it might be. It started to sound REALLY creepy. I told my friend to hold on and got close to the window and was looking out, it was daylight. My suspicion was confirmed when my uncle and dad came out and started laughing at us.

Then we're back in the living room and my uncle and dad are sitting at the table with my friends and they're all laughing playing cards and having a good time. I'm standing off to the side with my mom and my aunt. My aunt starts to tell me how f'ed up I was as a child. She told me I would try eating and selling ants when I was FIVE years old. My reaction, I was super pissed, because I knew this was a lie. I could remember being five. I told her that was fucked up and that she didn't know the truth. She and my mom were shaking their heads at me. I couldn't believe they thought of me this way. I started to get really angry about it, practically yelling at them for lying. My friends had all stopped and stared. I told my aunt that she was ALWAYS trying to prove that I was a fucked up person/druggie/what not. (Semi True. She has checked my wrists for shooting up one time just because I was wearing a beanie...) I got too worked up and decided to calm down. I told them to forget it and I'd stop talking about it.

Then I walked over to the table and everyone was having a good time again. I looked up at the stereo and there was some crappy oldies playing, maybe from the seventies or eighties. I asked my dad if it would be ok if I changed it. One girl agreed with me. My dad firmly said NO. I couldn't believe he wouldn't let me change the music. I told him that wasn't fair and the girl agreed. He told me no again.

At this point, my mom, my dad, we were all fighting. I stopped in the middle and politely asked my friends if they would leave or come back later. They all got up and left. I started to run around and get my things because I realized I COULD go home to my husband. I was having troubles getting all my things together. My son was sleeping in his chair. Me and my mom were fighting, and I can hardly remember what about, but it was intense, and very realistic to how we used to fight. I needed to get the carseat for my son which I realized was in her bedroom. I went to go get it and she followed me. I saw the lock on the door and stopped, because I knew she was going to lock me in to get me to stay. I kept trying to get her away from the door but she just wouldn't go. I went into the living room and picked up my son and held him on my lap. It was late at night now. I was going to wait til she fell asleep. I'm sitting there with my son on my lap, he's awake now. I'm staring at the clock above the TV and suddenly it's like time just passed without me even noticing. The clock read 1:57 PM. I looked at my mom and said no way. I haven't seriously been sitting here this whole time, awake, staring, along with my kid being awake on my lap. My mom nodded at me yes, that I was. I almost became lucid, because I couldn't believe it, but I ended up accepting it.

I got up and left finally. I took my kid home to my husband and was telling him some of what happened. Then I needed to go to the store for something and I go. I see my parents in the store and am trying to avoid them, so I slip in and grab a whole clothing rack of baby clothes. I took them to the register, and I accidently went behind the register coming around. In the area where employees are supposed to be only. They thought I was strange, but I got to the register and realized there were baby girl clothes in the mix that I didnt need. So I started pulling out the ones I didn't like as I walked back over to where I had gotten the clothes. My sister was with my parents, they were all shopping and seemed fine. They saw me but they didnt' speak to me. I went up to the shampoo and conditioner and wanted to try it out. It was strange looking, they were both in seperate, short, orange cylinder-looking jars. My mom said something about me coming back to the house and I nodded. I went back.

My friends were all there again. I was telling one how I was going to try this shampoo and I opened it. They laughed and asked if they should go get me a towel. I was like, OH, shit, maybe I can make it home in time to rinse it out. They laughed again. I put it in my hair and somehow must've rinsed it because I started putting the conditioner in my hair too. I suddenly realized I took too long and T, my husband, would be worried about me. I told J, my friend that I had to run but I'd be back. He shrugged. I also saw the guy I had just met, his name was Ian, I don't know any Ians. Anyway. I got distracted again with movies, J was watching a movie. I can't remember what it was, but I looked down at the dvds and saw "What Dreams May Come" and said, heyyy, this was the movie you told me to watch right? He looked at me questionably. I said nvm and got up to leave. I went outside and realized Ian had a split personality, that there HAD been two people here before and I realized it was the same guy, IAN. Idk.. I figured it out.

I leave and go home and T is gone. I had just gotten there and was putting my things away. Then he comes in asking where the hell was I. I told him that I had been at my parents and had taken more time then I thought I would. He didn't believe me at all. He started to accuse me of doing something else, but I interuppted, and told him to call J because I had JUST been with him not five minutes ago. He started to laugh, I knew we didn't have a cell phone. I told him to go to his moms and borrow her cell. He laughed again and said he had a device that allowed ppl to TEXT him. He said his daughter texted him all the time. I was like wtf... you have a DAUGHTER?? He laughed like he was just fucking with me. I'm holding the device and see a text from a girl I used to babysit. I thought it was weird. I start to feel weary because I hadn't slept. I think me and T started to fight, but everything after this gets hazy.

I think I woke up, thought about taking notes down because it was a very long dream... and I didn't want to forget it. I fell asleep again though and I went back in the dream I think... but then I was with someone who had a bunch of kids on her lap laying down. They had something wrong with them and she had chopped their heads in half surgically, they were still alive. They started to collapse in on eachother and the little boy's brain was pressed together so hard that it started to ooze. It was really gross. I told her and she popped the little girl on the side, rolling her eyes. She said the little girl was putting too much pressure on him...

I'm not sure, I remembered more earlier, now I don't... The strange thing about this all is that I went to bed only less than three hours ago. And I know this sounds weird, but sometimes I pray... and it is my birthday. I prayed that I would have vivid, meaningful, long, and possibly lucid dreams. And I'm kind of freaked out. I don't pray religiously really... I'm not a christian, I just pray for positive reinforcement, but I DO pray to God. It's how I was raised, so it's the guru in my head. Anyway, I just think it's really strange and that this dream MEANS somethng... I couldn't even go to back to sleep without typing it. I started taking notes and it took up too much room, so I had to come in here and type it. I'm still half asleep and the wind IS howling, it's creepy. I had to turn on Modest Mouse. I'm a little freaked out from what I experienced in the dream... hopefully I can go back to sleep...

There ARE things I missed, but I have to get up early and I don't want to go back and put the pieces in. Maybe I'll remember when I wake up, who knows... if I can even sleep. Goodnight...

06/10/11

There was a plague of some sort and everyone was getting sick. A lot of people were gathered together in this hospital type place, it was huge. Like an airport, it had restaraunts and what not. I believe it was my 21st birthday and I had two people with me, they were people I knew, but I cannot think of who they were. We went inside a restaraunt because we were hungry and I wanted to celebrate.

After this, I'm walking through one of the hallways and start coughing up blood. I knew I had it. So I found a room that I could slowly die in. Strange enough, I seemed to have accepted my upcoming death, even though I knew it would be slow and painful.

06/11/11

Took a nap, fell asleep watching the X-Files.

Soo, needless to say, my dream was a little creepy. It was nighttime and I forgot to shut my window. I heard someone mowing our lawn with headlights and it was really scary. I was crouched down on the floor with my son, hoping they wouldn't look in the window.

Also remember alien ghosts and JUST remembered I did become lucid. There was FBI everywhere and it was daylight again. I jumped off the ground hoping to fly, but I came back down and woke up.

06/12/11

I was in a large building and there was a room with a curtain and inside there were two showers across from eachother. I wanted to shower and had no towel, so I walked across to another room just like it where there were a couple people. I can't remember if they were showering or not. I recognized a towel that we have in WL and as I went to grab it I asked to make sure nobody was using it. They told me that some girl was. I was slightly annoyed because I knew it was my towel. I walked back to the other room and began to undress. I left the curtain open and it didn't seem to matter to me. It felt alright, nobody cared. Like a Co-Ed locker room or something...

I'm in the shower and notice my grandpa walks in. (somewhere between that last sentence and this next one I changed clothes.) He was talking to me about a game, like he was my coach. He wanted me to exercise but he said something like, "Ohh, you might not want to spend THIS time training." I didn't really feel like working out but I didn't want to disappoint him. I told him I didn't mind. I can't remember anything else.

Lucid Non-lucid

I believe that i had a dream, woke up, and then went to sleep again and unintentionally became lucid after a minute back in the dream. when i was lucid i decided not to move untill things became clear, and i looked at a dying tree and i could see all of it and all of the moss like it was in real life. after that i decided to grow wings for the first time, using my shadow. the wings were more of like stick wings with feathers stuck on, but they served their purpose and i flew for a short while. after i landed i was in a place near a boring building that was giving me a bad feeling, and an otherwise barren landscape of grass near the building and dry dirt everywhere else. i saw no end to the dirt and tried to teleport out of there somehow, and figured i should try makeing an underground tunnel to get out. i looked at the ground and tried to push it in with telepathy but i woke up.

another post I lost from the crash , so i will give a general outline

I gave my friends mother a lift home because she was walking somewhere

I was in journalism class and we had to write an article about friendship. I was using a lot of pictures in my article (we aren't supposed to use pictures, other than one that's seperate from the article). I was using Photoshop to make scenes. For some reason my group of friends were horses, but I changed it to dogs later on.

I couldn't dream very well last night. It felt like my dreams weren't fully dreams, just what I was imagining, but I was asleep. I did have two that I remembered so here they are:
The first one I was on the TARDIS with the Doctor (from doctor who, if anyone is confused). I'm not sure whether I was his companion or just watching. Well there were these 2 kids, a boy and girl, who the Doctor liked so he let them tag a long. We were looking for Ood for some reason. The kids had on these glasses that let you see what something really was, they looked like those round Ozzy Osbourne glasses. The kids were looking around and they kept seeing this Ood mocking them in the wall. Finally the Doctor took the glasses to look himself, but when he looked at the kids they were actually these huge wormy looking larva things. The Ood in the wall came out, but it wasn't an Ood anymore, it was one of those things grown up. It turns out those were the kids mothers. I started to walk to a hallway which led into my second dream:
This one I was in like a hotel. There was some conference about to be held. I remember this old lady giving me a elevator card. I went into the elevator and swiped the card, but then it asked for a passcode. I guessed it right (It was something like 2475). I walked down some more hallways and other doors yada yada then when I went through a door into a confererence room and the janitor who was cleaning up looked like Zac Efron. I smiled at him, and he kind of smiled back. Anyway, then I went into the next room, and it was my dad's office, but it wasn't. For some reason I knew I wasn't allowed in there and tried to get out. I saw my dad and he escorted me out, but I accidently went into a room where a panel was being held. It was over movies or something. There were'nt only business men in there though, there were surfers and then a rather fat women and her 2 kids and they all had on IMAX 3D glasses. After I got out of there I woke up.

I went to bed around 12:30AM, fell asleep closer to 2AM, woke up around 9:30AM.

First of all, this is Tofino, BC. Here's where it is on a map of Canada. It's a huge surf spot on Vancouver Island. It's beautiful, lots of happy island folk and all that jazz. I'd love to go there some day.

So that's where I was in this dream. I was in Tofino with two of my friends. I just watched Lilo and Stitch last night so the whole surfing thing makes sense. Anyways, we're hanging out on the beach, which is surrounded by near-black cliffs over a hundred feet high. We all ran into the water and suddenly had surf boards which we were hanging on to, floating between a bunch of wiry rock arches coming out of the water. In front of us, or to the right of the bay, there was this huge pillar-type rock formation partway in the ocean. It was light brown and had cracks in it that resembled the scales of a tortoise leg. There might have been a few sparse trees at the very top. One of my friends started swimming towards it but I told her to stop because the waves seemed attracted to it. The water was rising probably 20 or 30 feet by it but would never break into a wave. It still seemed dangerous and I told her we should stay where the smaller waves are for now. We never actually went surfing.

Now here's where Cortes Island is. I've been there and the surrounding islands before. There's about 900-1000 people, no lines on any of the roads (which are all curved and are constantly going up and down), no street lights, no traffic lights, and most of the houses look like cabins. There are wolves, cougars, seals, whales, tons of wildlife. SO, that's where I was in the next part. Just giving you an idea of the scenery.

I was in a house with ♥Mark, one we had apparently just moved in to, except I was in pajamas and we were both like, "How did we get this house?" So we were walking around the living room and kitchen, which were both quite small. I tried using a phone that was on the counter but the buttons weren't working, which was awful because I really wanted to call my mom and talk to her about jobs and how we got this house and how we were going to pay for it. I glanced down the hallway which was like.. barely 10ft and said, "Oh, I guess we should pick our rooms." but I think ♥Mark was busy looking at something in the living room. I have a feeling a TV was already set up and there was a fireplace. So I went into the bathroom and realized at this point that I was in pajamas and not wearing a bra, which was very uncomfortable and I wanted to change and go outside. Instead, my view changed to an overhead view of the bathroom with me still in it and I saw a sort of time lapse of it being redone. I saw/heard myself sigh and noticed how depressed I suddenly was, even though it looked great when it was done. My view returned and I was stroking the light purple wall, noticing that I couldn't unbend my pinkies and it was very uncomfortable. I yelled out the door, "Great job doing the bathroom, Mark!" and didn't seem so upset at this point.

[some kind of transition]

I'm at a store with my super cool grandma, still on Cortes. It's filled with paintings, mostly, and there are a few on these long, skinny, rectangular canvases that are especially beautiful. Just abstract flowers and stuff. My grandma starts hugging me, like a really sincere, firm hug and tells me how beautiful I am. She was acting much more peppy than she is IRL, but otherwise it was all pretty normal. She told me that she wanted me to pick out one of the long, skinny paintings, which ever one I liked best. I was so happy that she was going to buy one for me and said, "I really don't know, they're all so beautiful."

I started to wonder where ♥Mark had gone because he was supposed to be with us. I walked outside the store, which was missing two walls, and got onto this laptop that was connected to a tree or something. He was online so I asked him where he was. He said he was playing Vindictus so I was like, "Wait, you're at home?" and then something like, "Why aren't you here?" He said, "Yeah. About that..." Before he could say anything else, I added, "I wanted you to come out with me today and meet my grandma." ♥Mark started explaining that because he's married now, he becomes schizophrenic when he's in cars with other people. I was sad about that but I think I just walked away from the laptop after saying something else and spelling Vindictus as "Vindictueus". I had been having a lot of trouble typing the entire time.

So then I was walking in this gravel parking lot of some kind, and also saw myself walking in it, towards my point of view. I had a baggy black sweater on and fairly short tan shorts. I was missing a flip flop. I turned and ran back to get it, as it was just a few feet behind me and realized I had also forgotten my camera on the beach from the beginning of the dream. I freaked out and didn't think I'd be able to find it now, that it had washed away with the tide.

something something

foggy

I think that's it.