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I was in the car with my dad driving. We were on a one way road and had to stop at an intersection. He pulled around the cars in front of us and parked the car in front of a huge, bright screen mounted to the curb. The front of the car bumped the underside of the screen. I looked up at the screen itself, and my vision warped.

I was in my bedroom on the computer. Like some kind of background train of logic slipped into place, I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I laughed at the strange sequence of events… What did my computer have to do with my dad driving around? I wondered how long I had been dreaming. Not very long, I realized. I immediately felt the dream fading as it always does, but I transformed myself into a wolf to put pressure on my hands and feet. I felt that would help. After a brief jog through a forest, I started flying around the world in one frame of reference. In the bedroom, I was gently floating through the air. I laughed when I saw what I was doing in the room. This was the dumbest stabilization technique I’d ever come up with. I turned back into a human. I had brief sexual thoughts, but I reminded myself not to pursue them this time. I would learn much more from experimenting with the dream state. I drifted down to a sitting position and rubbed my hands together. I brought them into view and saw that I was wearing black leather gloves. That explained why my skin felt so leathery. I pulled the gloves off and tried rubbing my hands again. It worked. The skin on my hands was so finely detailed afterward… I noticed every little stretch in the skin. I reminded myself not to get lost staring into them. I pinched myself in an attempt to inflict minor pain. I wanted to ground myself further in the dream. My hand just felt numb. I tried my arm, too – also numb. Whatever, I thought, at least pain wouldn’t distract me. As soon as I started toward the door, things became fuzzy and blacked out. I patiently waited without mental comment.

“Furley?” I heard my mom calling Austin from downstairs – that was her nickname for him around the house when we were younger. Her voice caused me to lose a little lucidity for a moment. Time to get up, I thought… Wait! My mom wouldn’t be in my dorm room, I reasoned. Vision rapidly came back, and my lucidity was back to where it had been before.

I “respawned” at my computer desk after a few moments. Chelsea walked into the room and handed me a soft drink from a fast food restaurant. About half of the drink remained.

“Are you done with that?” I asked, taking it from her. I wanted to try Coca Cola in a dream. I haven’t had it in a long, long time in waking life because it’s so acidic. The taste was convincing, and getting a drink was refreshing since my throat was so dry. I checked my hands… No gloves. Good! I noticed I was really warm because I was wearing my hoodie. I took that off and tossed it on the floor. Keeping myself warm wasn’t at all necessary… If anything, staying cold would keep me alert. Chelsea gave me a weird look when I pushed the chair back. She had been talking to me about something, but I wasn’t listening. I felt a little guilty, but it didn’t seem like it was that important. If it had been, I wouldn’t have been able to ignore it.

“Come with me…” I said. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. We went down a flight of stairs. I recognized our old house in Texas from the general layout, so I knew where to expect the front door. It was wide open. Clearly, I was on the right path.

“Where are we going?” Chelsea asked. I figured I could tell her she was a dream character, or I could let her see that we were in a dream for herself. I chose the latter option.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure myself. When we reached the door, I saw that it was raining. I smiled. I love rainstorms. “You don’t need shoes,” I told her, urging her out of the house even though she was barefoot. I didn’t notice I was wearing socks until I stepped onto the wet driveway. Just intending for them to go away was difficult, but I knew it would be better if I could feel the cold driveway under my feet. Chelsea was hanging back by the door to avoid going into the rain. “What’s wrong? Come on!”

“We do need shoes,” she objected. Sighing, I grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. “Wait!” she objected again. “We have to close the door!”

“There’s no one else in that house,” I laughed. “Stop worrying. Look at all of this!” Where there should have been houses, the terrain was just flat. It was nostalgic in ways – the same trees were there – but with all the buildings missing, it was so foreign. As we walked into the rain, the dream rapidly faded.

I found myself in my computer chair in my dorm room. I relaxed in the chair, attempting to go back to sleep. I wasn’t aware that this was a false awakening. A program called Dream Apache tracked my dreams from the previous night. It even listed the durations of each dream so I could determine the order in which I had them. I waited almost a full minute (53 seconds) in this relaxed state before my head seemed to swell. Was this what it was like to cross the threshold, I wondered? Tunnel vision went to darkness, eclipsing the blinking message on the screen that said “DREAM ACTIVE.” The program even told me where my dream body had gone, but I didn’t pay attention to that.

I felt hands grip my ankles. Interesting… I was dreaming again for sure. The hands were soft, but the force behind them was strong. I felt a forward tug. I was being pulled somewhere.

The rest has been omitted.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Finally some recall. I haven't recalled more than a few fragments during the week. Too little sleep and stress. I slept way too little last night aswell, but strangely I recalled three dreams when I woke up.

22.20: Sleep

05.10: Random dreams
*I'm at work. My friend Jonas is there and we're talking about WoW. He's giving it up once again he tells me. I start walking and I spot a magazine in the snow. I pick it up and another one. My sisters are trying on some kind of tights up ahead and I walk up to them. I avert my eyes and hand them the magazines.

*I'm eating a cheeseburger with Snusknicke from work. They are delicious and I finish mine in no time. I get up to go buy another one from the kiosk across the grass. The girl in the kiosk tells me they're only eighteen crowns. Must be some kind of mistake I think and try to pay with my card. It's malfunctioning, but soon I have paid her. I head back and a rich lady with her black poodle walks towards me. The poodle has a blindfold and earplugs. "Only her sense of touch is exposed to the world" she tells me. Apparently a precious, delicate pet from a noble-woman can't be exposed to the world's filth.

*I'm with a comedian. We head inside a white mansion and crash a dinner party. The comedian yells at everyone and grabs a plate of salmon. "We're stealing this shit!" he yells, his face going red. Everyone laughs and thinks it's a part of the act. I grab a platter of potatoes and we start run. The guards of the place realises it's not an act and starts chasing us. We head out the door and I start running up a mountain. The comedian gets caught and keeps yelling weird things.

I refuse to get caught and run from all the people chasing me. At the top of the mountain there's no where to go, except into a thicket of branches further down. I jump down and grab onto the sinewy, swamp-like branches to dampen my fall. I hit the ground unscathed, and run out onto a field. Suddenly we're playing some kind of game. Five of them are on the other side, and I have to write something in the grass with my stick.

They start running towards me and I quickly write: "Dick" on the ground. They have to run back and start all over again, in the meanwhile I have to run the opposite direction. We repeat this a few times, every word I write it something obscene. The last word "Turd" is written in time, but one guy still grabs my ankle. "Hey that's cheating!" I say and some other guy explains to me how the square I was standing in made it legal. It's a white square and I start hearing bird song. My alarm...

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Fun dreams, hopefully I'll have a lucid or two this weekend so I can practice some.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Totoro Encounter

I wake up to a phone call. It’s a little boy saying my dog is outside. I don’t have a dog, but I go check anyways.

Outside, a golden retriever is laying in my yard. His name is Rusty and in waking life he belongs to my friend Martin but in this dream, he belongs to my neighbor Bill. The kid got confused. I look for the boy but I see no one in sight, and the dog is just sleeping. He thought he was hurt.

I peep downwards. On the other side of the screen door is a little white totoro with a cute red cap on and little red mittens! I let him in.

He runs around for a moment and then I lift him up. Wait, this could be a trick. My anxiety kicks in and I think of what this could be: a weird listening device robot and someone is hearing on the other end what I am talking to it about? I put my finger in its mouth. It’s wet, and I feel a few baby teeth. I pat all around it, it’s fur is very very soft, like a shaved cat belly. It seems soft on the inside: no mechanical parts.



It doesn’t like this patting though and it hops out of my hands and runs under my couch. I’m sad because now I know it’s real, and I already fucked up our first meeting! I get on my hands and knees and peep under the couch and lure it out.

I hold the cute little thing in my hands. He takes his hat and mittens off and I cuddle him a little. I then remember my two cats. Shit. They smell it, and come from upstairs. He hops out of my hands and the chase begins. I feel so bad for him, I can’t catch either my cats or him. At one point, I see something ruffling under a big blanket and I think it’s my cat. I tap my foot to lure her out, and she jumps at my foot, clawing it. She feels bad and kind of walks around me in apology.

I find the totoro and scoop him up and run to the door. I am about to set him free when my cats come and think I put him out already, so they’re eager to leave. They both go out and the totoro is safe. I set him down. He begins to cry softly. I feel so bad and squeeze him lightly, apologizing.

He is very in the moment and stops crying when I cheer him up and he realizes there’s no cats. He doesn’t seem to be hurt. He scurries back under the couch with his hat and mittens. He keeps smiling at me someone even though his mouth isn’t really like that.

I false awaken. Both my cats are on my bed. A shimmer of light shines through my window and all three of us go and watch the beautiful sun set.

Both of my cats were on my bed sleeping all night. Maybe we shared these dreams

Fantasy Cousins

I am in a parking lot with my mom and my cousin Catie. We’re going to go somewhere, like Portland or something, even though it’s really late and it’s two hours there, two hours back. Catie says Patrick, her brother/my other cousin, has to come too. I like Patrick in waking life, but I scream really loud in my dream when I hear this. I don’t say anything, I’m just screaming.
Before we go to Portland, we have to stop at Heathers house for some reason and wait a long time. Catie and Patrick awkwardly sit in the living room. The house is very different than waking life. I peep into Heathers room and she’s sleeping. I go in.
She’s having a dream and she’s smiling so big. She’s talks too, occasionally. I’ve never seen anyone have such an in depth dream. I wake her and apologize because her dream sounded cool, but she said it just ended.

We all leave together. The scene changes to a very weird room, cramped and full of people. We seem to be “regular” people, while there are more “noble” people. One is an old man, very strict and military-esque while appearing wise and mystic as well. He has a long beard like a stereotypical Chinese guy. The other noble is a young girl. She’s giving everyone weird creatures to ride on. Patrick gets on back of one that kind of looks like a bear, but is clearly nocturnal for some reason and has jagged limb structures. I want to get on one, but the girl explains it’s only for males. Heather, Catie and I sit down, and I feel really mad.
The scene changes to just me and Patrick walking up this big hill. He starts to dance kind of, just moving his body in a strange rhythmic way. On the ground below us, ice forms as he dances in a beautiful pattern. I join, and the pattern becomes more intricate. We get to the top.


Fragment

I’m at school. Our classroom moves to the teachers secret library. It’s a tilting room that I’m afraid will tip over. I sit in the back, closest to the exit. The ceiling is extremely high and there are bookshelves that reach it, toppling with books. I hate myself because I keep saying absolutely everything on my mind, whether it makes sense or not. I blame it on being really tired.
Later, we go to a gym. The gym has a giant weird rotating machine in the middle. The teacher comes up to me with a paper I made, and instead of an essay we drew pictures. Mine had a wand made of a marijuana plant, and she said I shouldn’t be so risqué.


Fragment

My mom wants weed, so I call up my friend Dylan and ask about it. He says some obscure date, but my mom goes and visits his apartment anyway. Outside there is a sack of seeds and she thinks its hers. She goes in and he says it’s not, so we leave.


Fragment
I'm shopping with Heather and Tyler. In one store, Heather buys me a jacket. In another, we all look at a display case of jewelry. There is a watermelon mood ring that Tyler wants. Heather wants some earrings (her ears aren't pierced), and I want a little hand clasp with an eye on the palm.

I will start today on all the dreams recalled and stored in my dream diary here lucid or non-lucid.

dream on 10/3/2011: non lucid:
Meeting arnold schwarzenegger and making a bolognaise for him in the middle of my town, i had a grinder which was half filled with cannabis and half filled with chilli so i turned it upsidedown to try to get the cannabis granules to switch places with the chilli to make a space bolognaise? As i was flicking at the grinder i saw my mum so was scared she'd see me with weed so quickly put the grinder away, then i realised i was going to be late for college so had to try to hurry up with the bolognaise. I woke up. (How i didnt do a reality check with this - no idea.)

The only dream I can remember right now is that I was in this store to buy something and I felt really tired so I looked around and found two packages of Ephedrine and thought "That will wake me up for sure". I reached to grab a package and someone beside me grabbed both as I was grabbing one. I yanked one of the packages from his hands and said "Why thanks, you're so polite" and walked up to the counter, paid for it, and left.

Of course I was almost instantly at my destination which happened to be a hole in the ground. I dove into the hole and it led to a small tunnel which I crawled my way through and lead into this large underground room full of people sitting around drinking and telling stories. I don't really remember the context of the story I told them but they gave me this bottle of glowing blue liquid. I thanked them and I drank it. It sort of tasted like Smirnoff Ice.

I had actually pretty vivid dreams and I also felt strong feelings in the dreams.

Im at this inside arena and Im watching UFC or some fighting match. The competitors come in and they are like showing off how badass they are. First some guys come and some SWAT guys are following them. Then there is this guy saying how he has hanged an 8-year old child and disgraced the cross. Im then in this room where the walls are painted black and theres a blue cross hanging from the ceiling and then theres this sack where the child is hanging. I feel really disturbed and the dream is pretty nightmareish I wake up and still feel disturbed because of the dream.


R is at our house and he has bought some clothes for me. I take one of them and its this woolly shirt. I put it on and go to see myself from the mirror, but when Im watching myself from the mirror the shirt has changed into a light and dark blue striped hoodie.


Im at school sitting in front of our german class. Im about to put my shoes on, when 8th-grader N who is sitting beside me kicks my shoes away. I get really pissed off and I grab him from his shoulders and put him against the wall. Hes friend says to me that "I wouldnt do that" referencing to N's bodysize, he looks abit bigger than me, N also says that I shouldnt do it. I say "Fuck you, if we end up in fist fight, size doesnt matter, Ill punch you so hard your drop from the first hit. Then I keep threatening him, and I threaten to dig his eyes out with my keys. He looks abit scared and doesnt reply. I leave him there.
Im about to inside the class but to be sure I leave my shoes to some other place so that N cant do any harm.
At some point of the dream I ask P to teach me some judo-moves just in case.
I also noticed JH was talking with N.

I've been having dreams involving a girl that I stopped talking to about a month ago. We were talking and Liked each other but some things happened and we stopped talking.she started dating of my friends a few days ago.

Anyways, in my dream I was in a room with her and her boyfriend and some other people, and she was walking by me and started holding my hand, but I let go of her hand, and then she started crying saying she tried to make it work. That's all I remember from my dream.

Also a few weeks ago I dreamt I was at a party and she was there. She saw me and just gave me a look like "what are you even doing here" and she started laughing.

A week or so before that dream I dreamt we were in a coffee shop, and we were sitting together. She was cold so we started holding each other. I don't remember much else since this dream happened a while ago.

Before bed I took 800mg of valerian and 0.25mg of melatonin.

Fragments from early REM period

I am walking around the halls of my university. There are a lot of people in the halls with me. I believe that I am on my way to class...

... I am part of Uru again. There is a linking book somewhere, I think...

... I am looking at a computer screen. There is a picture of something entitled "dreamsign". It looks like the logo for one of the filmmaking companies. The kind of Celtic looking thing. As I look at it, it looks more like the Yeesha symbol from Uru...

Going to my Grandparents'

I am on my way to visit my Grandparents' house. There seems to be a time constraint on this, and my mother and I are trying to figure out the best way for me to get there. In the end, we decide that I will drive part way there, and when I am almost to their house to park the car and take a ferry across a small lake along the way. Somehow I think that this will be cost effective and possibly save time. I will call and schedule the ferry while I am driving.

Former Workplace

My mother and I are at my former workplace (a toy store) looking for a specific toy. We look in a few places for this thing (some kind of military hovercraft) but can't find quite what we are looking for. Then I remember that it is probably in the action figure section. I take her over to that area, but when we get there we see that all but one of the shelves are missing. I ask one of the current stockers what happened to the other shelves. He doesn't know (he is new). I ask another employee, but he doesn't know either.

Lucid at the Fair

I am walking down the road in the middle of our county fair. It is late in the season, and there are not many people visiting. Many of the stands are closing up for the year, and I look as I walk for familiar games and people. I am in my uniform (as though I were there to staff the public relations booth as I did when I was a park ranger). I am not there as a park ranger, but I have some other reason to go to the fairs. I think how nice it is that I get to go back to these old familiar places, and walk down the road feeling at ease.

I try to think of why I am at the fair. I can't exactly remember. Then I remember that being at the fair is a dreamsign. I stop walking, and turn to look behind me. Things look OK, but I am beginning to realize that I am dreaming.
I try to justify my being at the fair, but I can't. "So this is a dream," I say.

I look up at a concession stand to my right. As I do, I become aware that the dream is losing realism. I am in danger of losing the dream, and consider either preparing for a DEILD or hoping to WILD when I wake up. Then I decide to try my Dream Posession technique to stabilize it, and attempt to summon Monk. I am vaguely aware of somebody's presence at my side, and try to take posession of their body. This is partly sucessful, and I blink a few times to try to get the vision clear.

I decide to fly, hoping this will further put me in the dream. I float up into the air, and then come down through the top of the concession stand. There is a woman working in there. She is not overly beautiful, but she is pleasing to look at. I decide to kiss her, and do so. Around here I loose the dream.

Archaeology

I am with one of my colleagues at an archeological excavation. We are back at a rockshelter where we were two years ago, and are at first digging through snow. My colleague, Dr. B., points to a birdbath in the middle of a field and tells me how much he dislikes it. Then he describes a statue that used to sit in it, and how much he hated that. I think the birdbath is kind of attractive, and like the idea of the statue.

We continue digging through the snow. We try not to make too many footprints in it, but Dr. B. seems to be making a lot. Now the snow is moss, and we are removing layers of it. Now we are no longer excavating, but pulling weeds. And now we are digging through dirt looking for trash.

There is a lot of trash in the dirt, and we move down a line sorting through rubbish to throw away. I come across a pile of items, with some electronic equipment and stacks of old records. I am happy with this find, since I get to keep whatever I come across.

Thursday 10th March 2011
I struggled to open my eyes; all I could manage was to open my left eye slightly. I slowly raised my hand to verify I was dreaming with a reality check. My hand was see-through. So it was safe to say I was definitely dreaming. I tried to open my other eye, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. I then woke up.

[It's so frustrating! I can never open my eyes when I go into a lucid.]

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat on a couch in a living room. The living room was dim. My mother may have been in the living room as well. I had a bunch of CDs on the couch with me. I was surprised. There were so many CDs by the artist Gack't. I may have been wondering how I could possibly listen to all these CDs.

I was now in something like a psychologist's office. A female friend of mine (I don't recognize her now) was talking to me as I read a book. The book was some kind of Penguin Classics version of an anthology of essays by great psychologists.

The woman, who was pretty and blonde with pale skin, giggled a little and told me something about what I should be reading in the book.

Dream #2

I went to visit two old friends who I haven't seen in a long time. We were in their living room. The living room was lit only by a fluorescent light from some other room.

My friends and I were sitting at a big dining table that was placed awkwardly in the living room. I was about to go. My female friend said, "Well, I wish you could stay for dinner."

The woman then took out a plastic bottle of some kind of orange color sauce. She squirted the sauce out on the table to write the word "Village" in cursive. The "g" had been written a little wrong, possibly merging with another letter. So I tried to fix it, possibly with a knife.

Dream #3

I was out in a huge, rolling valley of pale tan grass. It was a sunny, clear day. Some "friend" of mine, who was also my family's old dog, was on the slope of a small hill before me.

I saw a hawk. The hawk may have dropped something like a dead animal or torn flesh. The dog seemed interested in this. I turned away and saw another hawk somewhere, possibly on an electric wire (?).

The dog somehow got my attention. I thought it was trying to show me the hawk. I feel like I had somehow lost sight of the hawk, even though I'd still wanted to look at it, and that I'd thought the dog had found it again.

But the dog (standing) showed me (in its handsn not paws) that it had found a dead baby hawk. The baby was bare of feathers and red as blood.

I didn't show interest in the baby hawk. I was kind of annoyed that the dog was so preccupied with finding dead stuff. The dog picked up on my annoyance, threw the dead bird over its shoulder, and ran off.

I started to think about seeing two hawks conceiving a baby. I thought it must be a kind of werid thing to see hawks having sex.

I seemed to have seen two hawks in a grass-floored forest. They were both really big. They appeared to be having sex. I now said in my mind that my mom had actually seen two hawks having sex.

I was in a small room, which I knew was a room in a mental hospital. The floor was slate-grey and the walls were stark white. There was a teenage boy crouched against the wall in the room. The walls were all banged up at the bottom. There was also an old sticker for a 1970s radio station on the wall.

I began telling the boy something about how my mom had seen hawks having sex. Something about this fact was really supposed to show what a brave, strong person my mother was.

I was now floating down along the slope of a mountain. I was honing in on a car at an intersection of a modern road at the foot of the mountain. I was still telling the story to someone, though now it seemed to be a male psychologist.

I didn't want to make my story sound like I did all this good stuff for my mom, because the truth was that I was largely neglectful of her.

I was floating over the road now, possibly over a car. We were headed back into the forest, to some kind of camping style area where there was going to be an event. But when I got to the camping area I saw that theb event was some different event.

There were long tables for about 50 meters, full of different colored t-shirts advertising the event. I picked up one black t-shirt with pink writing on it. I thought it looked pretty cool, and that I might buy it.

I vaguely remember I was a boy in my dream, and I ran off to be a martial artist! It was raining, not quite sure why I couldn't wait for it to be dry. But I guess when you follow your dreams you can't wait!! Was my dream trying to tell me I can't hesitate, perhaps?

10/03/2011 - I went to bed normally last night, at around 11pm.One dream sometime during the night stuck in my mind:
I was in some kind of villa or something we had to leave. Everyone was telling me we had to leave right now but I wanted to clean the place up. There was red dusty dirt all over the floors. I grabbed a broom, it wasn't a normal broom it had some kind of wire on it like a scrubbing brush I tried to sweep the floor with it but it just scratched the tiles. The other people told me to leave it as I am scratching the floor. I grabbed my bags and headed out. We walked out through this other room it was a massive room like a hall or something completely empty, and the floors again were covered in dirt.
I picked up a different broom this time it was a normal one. I headed to the far right corner there was an opened double door there and the view out side was on the edge of a cliff with a beach down below, really nice.
I started sweeping the dirt, for some reason I was sweeping it inside, I thought I should just sweep it out the door. But decided I will sweep all the dirt over to the other door to show the master of the house. As I was sweeping there was a van like a food van you would see at festivals etc, I climbed up on the roof to clean it and there were heaps of fluffy toys up there. All of a sudden there was a crowd of girls, wanting me to throw their toys to them, as I was throwing them down a bunch of other guys climbed up and started throwing them down as well.
Apparently I wasn't being careful enough when I was throwing them and someone told me to be more careful, I thought these are just stuffed toys who cares. I throw a bag with something in it down, the wind catches it and it lands on a cockatoo I think it was a pet. I can see it looks hurt bad it is laying on its side. Everyone is yelling at me. I jump down and go over to it, it is diseased all its feathers are falling out. I pick it up and put my hand on its head it comes back to life but is still weak it looks at me sadly. At this point I wake up, as I am wakening I realise I am dreaming and decide to use telekinesis to heal the bird. I fix its spine but its leg is still broken. I wake up full and feel a bit sad I try and go back into the dream to fix the bird but can not. boo!.

3-5-11

I was living in an old friends house, but instead of him or his family living there it was me and my current roommate. He was asleep upstairs and me and some friends were in the basement just hanging out drinking a bit. I decided why are we drinking so little let's really get wasted like never before. We still had to keep quiet though because my roomate was upstairs and I didn't want to piss him off. After awhile of drinking and chatting I started tripping. Either one of my friends turned into an orange or an orange took human form and I was talking to it. I thought to myself this alcohol doesn't usually make me like this. I sort of knew it was a dream, but just sort of went along with it, what the hell. There was a fridge down there and it was stocked full of food that seemed so delicious. It was my roommates but I ate it anyway feeling kind of bad about it. I figured it's just a dream he'll never know.

The food was great and I really ate a lot. A bunch of people came downstairs and wanted to join us. I said we should take it outside so not to wake the person i live with. So we did. It was daytime when it should have been night. I don't remember much of what occurred outside.

Next thing we are back in the basement. David Spade and a couple other people come down and join the party which I thought was really cool. I'm not a Spade fan or anything, but thought it was so cool to meet him. He was a really normal dude actually.

After I woke up I felt sorry for the friends I was with at the party because they will have no waking recollection of meeting David Spade. lol

3-5-11 Chilling at a friends house with a bunch of people who are also coworkers and friends of mine 5 total including myself. We were doing some fun things, but I don't remember until bad stuff started happening. It was nighttime and we were standing in the house with lights out looking out a large window when we saw a car pull up the long driveway. We all knew it was bad news, but went along with it anyways. The guy came up to the door and we let him in. said he needed a place to stay or something like that. He had a bag and said he had something to give us. He pulled out a gun, not sure what he was looking to gain or steal from us but w/e.

Next thing I remember is we're in the back yard and all of them are hostage. I am out probably 50 meters just acting dead for some reason. I hear about a hundred gunshots and that must be what tipped me off it was a dream. Realizing it was a dream and just lying in the grass I figured I may as well do something. So I ran up to the guy and just sort of laid on top of him. I got shot must have been 10 times in the process, but I considered myself a hero anyways. He escaped not in his car, but on his bike, but it was ok now because he was gone and I saved the day.

I had a false awakening in the hospital with gunshot wounds and the thought in my head that I had somehow saved the day. I had the suspicion that it was a dream. So I just got up and instead of doing lucid dream stuff just went on with life. People weren't as impressed as I had hoped they would be I think.

I woke up and at random times through the day wondered if that actually happened.

3-4-11 These two dreams took place in the same location although I have no idea where because I have never been there in real life. I wish I had wrote it down after I had it because It's already fuzzy to me. Basically I was with some people and we were going to a baseball stadium. We passed through an empty building on the way there and outside the building, stadium in sight was a soccer field. This is where I became lucid for no good reason. We started a game. Since it was just me and 4 decent looking decent who I have no clue who they were we just did some free kicks. I didn't want to let them know I knew I was dreaming for awhile.

After playing the game for awhile we got to talking about stuff sitting on the grass in and outside the goal. I don't remember much of what was discussed but I sure wish I did. Anyways the important part that I do remember is I asked them individually if they knew they were dreaming and all, but one disappeared. Their clothes remained and they had wallets with ID, but I don't recall names or anything. I wish I knew what me and the 'survivor' did, but I don't. I had a brief false awakening followed by an actual awakening and went back to sleep right away.

I ended up in the building mentioned earlier by the soccer field this time with a different set of people. They were talking about some drugs they were trying to get and then again for no real reason I just realized it was a dream. Either me or one of the other DC's said dude just chew some bubble gum it will have the same effect (because it's a dream). Don't remember what else happened. I hope by writing these maybe I can go back to the location and sort of pick up where I left off. I've been really lazy about writing dreams though and wish to get into it more.