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Have have a little one on 11months home, and decided to have a nap with him. I figured I wanted to try to have an a lucid. And it starts well. Just before I fall asleep I sorta wake up by the fact that I'm falling asleep, and notice how my body continues to it's "sleep"(?) but my mind stays awake. Btw - would that be a WILD or a regular lucid? Anyhow, I'm a mermaid. I've always loved the merfolk(?). Me and merman is for some reason in a sort of pool in a cave, and there are humans swimming amongst us. We're trying to avoid them, they musn't discover our existence. It's difficult, 'cause my skin and shells(?) sparkle from the little light that comes through the smell hole in the mountain. I l\decide to let myself sink down to the bottum, and there I lay, in the muddy, clayish ground thinking to myself how amazing it is to live such a life.. I swirl up to the surface again, happy that the humans now are gone. I get up to the ground, my tale is now legs, and I climb the rocks. My body is wet, but leaving no footprints!

Then I go on to regular dreams which I can not recall at all actually :/

Chuck's Bad Day and Flirting with Bi-Sexual Winona Ryder
I'm living in a house with a bunch of people. It feels like a frat house. I sleep in a downstairs room shared with two other people. I wake up early and talk to the three roommates. One is Chuck and he says he had a bad day yesterday. Another is Ken Marino and he pulls me aside to tell me he's going to bake a cake. We walk to the living room where there is a whiteboard with math equations on it. Chuck erases part of the board and starts writing more math equations while describing his bad day. I ask something like "Did you really have a bad day? Or did you have an average day that fell short of your expectations?" This suggestion upsets Chuck and he storms off back to the bedroom.

It's still early morning. Other people are starting to wake up in the house. There is an open staircase visible in the living room, like the SAV house, and I sense that people are emerging from the bedrooms upstairs and moving to the kitchen or leaving the house. I walk back to my bedroom to find Chuck. Chuck is at the desk with a laptop and his cell phone. I lay on the bed. He starts talking again, but I don't recall about what. I am looking at the laptop. There's a computer program running that solves chess puzzles. There is an animated chessboard as the program tries different move sequences. When the program solves the puzzle, it sends a text message and starts a new one. Chuck gets up leaves the room. He leaves his phone. A moment later, the laptop finishes another puzzle and Chuck's phone buzzes, showing he got a text message.

So I'm alone for a moment in the bedroom. Once again I remark that it's early morning by the hint of sunlight from the window. A new person walks in and tells me that one of our housemate's boyfriend stayed overnight. I recognize the housemate as Patrick's sister. Then a few more people enter the room including Patrick's sister, a guy (who I assume to be the boyfriend), and a girl with short black hair who looks like Winona Ryder.

Winona flops on the bed next to me and starts talking to me in a very friendly way. It's a bit awkward for me because I don't know this person and all the other people in the room are watching. Winona says she's leaving soon with everyone to go to campus. She has a long day ahead of her. She's a college student and she studies at Disneyland. At one point, she changes position on the bed so that she's laying across my body. Then she asks if I want to hang out later that day. I say sure. She says not here in LA, but down at Disney. Again, I say sure. Then she smiles, happy that we made a date and then she leaves.

So I'm feeling pretty proud of myself but there are still those few people left in the room who have just been watching all time. They seem horrified. I ask what's wrong. Patrick's sister leaves the room, upset. Then Hugh explains that Winona is Patrick's sister's girlfriend that they were talking about earlier. Girlfriend? I thought they said boyfriend. And I didn't know she was a lesbian. Then I ask Hugh who she is because she looks like a famous actress (at this point in the dream, I hadn't yet remembered Winona Ryder's name, just recognized the face). He says he doesn't know her name either. He says to name a movie that she was in. "Reality Bites." He's never seen it. "How could have never seen Reality Bites?" Sorry, name another. I can't think of another. I say, "Just pull out your phone, google Reality Bites, and read the first name that comes up." He suggests a few other names, but I know none of them are right.

Wow, that was long. It felt like at least 30 minutes of real time. After a woke up, I remembered the name Winona Ryder. And I just now remembered that Patrick's sister's name is Jennifer.

I don't remember the premise. I am at Advanced Auto Parts. I'm with at least my father and my best friend Je. Je. goes in to get new parts for my car. I am now in the driveway looking at my car. The most prominent feature is huge brake disks on the axles. I'm not sure the geometry of it is possible.



My father goes inside and I am now alone. I walk around the car. I notice that the left back wheel doesn't have the brake disk. I look at my house. I wonder why Je. only got 3 disks. I look back and see the 4th disk. I wonder why I didn't notice it before. I go inside. My little sister Ge. wants me to choose a mii. I think it's something about the game "Wii Sports Resort." The selection screen is like Gelbooru (Porno image board). The picture next to the one of my mii gets selected after some random struggling. The woman is very pale. She looks scary. I notice the tag "edge white." No idea what that means. I think she is some sort of spy. She has a counter attaches and will randomly "bite" or "____" the viewer. I think the second one might be smack. It's not kill. One user comments something about letting her bite him. Other comments are about how long she took to act. Then I wake up with my WBTB alarm. (It didn't work, but I can try again.)

This was an interesting dream on many levels. First, its setting was almost indistinguishable from my real life office, which is a recent first for me in terms of dream architecture. Second, its remarkable likeness to a familiar real life location makes the trigger that I came across painfully easy to spot and I did spot it. What is disheartening is that my unconscious mind accepted the explanation given it by a DC thus preventing a DILD. I would be interested to see how it would have played out had the DC who provided the explanation not been present. Finally, I was attempting a MILD that night and I find it very encouraging that I was able to spot a trigger and almost DILD right off the bat. As I am still a newbie when it comes to LD, and have only ever had one, I believe I am making solid progress.

Please excuse the many side notes in this entry. I believe they are essential to some of the comments I make in describing the scene. As a further aside, I am amazed at how incredibly helpful keeping this DJ has been in my quest to explore my unconscious mind.

Friday, March 4, 2011

I am at my office, which in my dream world looks almost identical to its real world counterpart, save for very slight modifications. For example, I work in an area comprised of four rather larger cubes with high walls on three sides, but in my dream, my work area is comprised of many very small cubes, with small desks and only dividers in-between; in the middle of this large workspace is a series of filing cabinets with a countertop surface on top of them.

I arrive at my office carrying my hockey bag and two sticks. In the real world, I play on my firm’s ice hockey team, so I would own such a bag and sticks but would never bring them directly to the office with me. I leave the bag and sticks on the shared filing cabinet surface in the middle of my shared workspace. I have a constant fear tugging at me that I am going to forget about the game I have after work and miss it entirely.

There is a big to-do in the office and everyone is running about, rushing to get things done. I have no idea what this may be, but considering I’m an attorney (both in real life and in my dream, apparently) and I work in a high pressure environment, this is not unusual and does not trigger lucidity. I go to find Brian, a new guy we just hired (in both the dream and real world) to see how he’s handling all of the pressure and to make sure he’s settled in. I am unable to find him at his desk, which is occupied by a number of workers, who appear to be moving men or janitorial staff of some sort. These workers look to be setting up Brian’s new work area, which is surprisingly nice for someone who just started work.

I leave Brian’s desk area and go to Baj’s office, one of our Senior Managers, to discuss a business matter. I do not recall the content of that conversation, but I seem to remember it being lighthearted. When Baj and I are finished speaking, I return to Brian’s desk and find him there, leaning against it and speaking to a tall man in a white robe. I interrupt the conversation and realize that the tall man is Dave, one of the Senior Managers in our international tax group.

Dave is dressed, as I mentioned, in a floor-length white robe. Additionally, his hair is an afro, like the style sported by 80’s rapper Kid, from Kid and Play. Around the shaved sides and back of his head were carved various symbols, with what would appear to have been a straight razor, thus these symbols were bleeding. The symbols were of the sort rappers from the 80’s would have carved into their afros (with a buzzer into their hair and not with a straight razor into their scalp), they included a Nike Swoosh and the Chicago Bulls logo, among others that I cannot recall.

I join the conversation and begin to discuss how Dave was a professor that both Brian and I had in law school (this is true. Brian and I, in the real world, attended the same post-graduate legal program to receive our masters in tax law and Dave was really one of our professors). The conversation ends, Dave says he will talk to us later and kisses Brian on the forehead. He attempts to do the same to me, but I pull away and exclaim: “Whoa, Dave. Whatever you and Brian have going on, I don’t want any part of it.” Dave leaves and I ask Brian why in the hell Dave is dressed in a white robe like some kind of a saint and why a tall white guy has a gigantic afro with symbols painfully carved into his scalp. This is the closest I come to lucidity in this dream sequence. I clearly realized something was off considering how close the rest of the dream mimicked my real-life office. Brian responds by saying that he’s dressed for the Halloween party and I accept this answer without a second thought, putting aside that in the real world our office does not have a Halloween party.

I leave Brian desk area and remember sprinting down an aisle of cubes to return to my desk. On my way, I pass a different Dave, a partner with whom I play hockey once a week, and he mentions how everyone is gathered by the elevators to head to the hockey game. I run back to my desk and grab my hockey bag and sticks, but every time I try to shoulder the bag by the straps, the straps break and the bag falls to the floor.

I awaken and perform my RC.

Addendum: I added the following to my offline DJ on 3/7, following this enty's transcription here, but forgot to post this online. It is a fragment from the same dream that I recalled upon waking deliberations of various specific elements of this dream sequence:

As I sprinted down the aisle of cubes from Brian's desk to return to my own I noticed several desks to my right arranged in square patterns, with each next to a computer server of some sort. The servers all have flashing red lights and clear glass doors on their fronts; I can make out green circuit boards inside of the doors.

Sitting at the desk directly next to the aisle and facing me as I run by is a girl that I recognize as working in my office in the waking world, but whose name I do not know. I remember thinking that it was odd that her desk was on on this side of the office now, because she usually sits on the other side of the floor. Additionally, I remember thinking that I have always found this girl extremely attractive and that if this was in fact a lucid dream I would probably sleep with her.

I then arrive at my desk to get my hockey bag and sticks as I mention above.

Upon recalling these specific dream events so vividly upon further reflection, I was amazed that such blatant DS's would go unnoticed by my unconscious mind, including the incredible reference to an LD within the dream itself! Clearly, I have work to do in regard to my concentration and mental discipline.

Just remember that M was asking A if he would go on a date with her....

Horrible recall + staying at other people's houses for a few days = limited dream journal entries

My friend Gabe comes over quite unannounced. He goes on my computer and we look at my computer history one page at a time together. I'm really uncomfortable. I had a false awakening that I wrote this down.


Jamie is in a very surreal version of his apartment with a fuzzy tie dye shirt and matching tie dye sweater. The sleeves are rolled up and held in place with weird little velcro tabs on each arm.


I keep having small Sims things pop up into my dreams since I re-downloaded The Sims 2 A burglar came into the area that I was having my dream. My POV shifted into the usual top-down view when playing, and I saw him creepin around the entire area stealing Sims objects. The view was pretty neat, because I could see myself and where I was dreaming, and then the whole area that I was in.


My mom bleached my hair and then started to dye parts of it bright blue

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big, concrete structure like a parking garage at night. I was on one of the floor near the top. But I was down at the bottom of some stairwell that opened from the road. There was some room at the bottom of the stairwell. Some of my old friends or co-workers were in the room. This place was apparently my office.

My friend from work, M, had been instructed, I somehow knew, to deliver a manila envelope to a young man in the office. The envelope contained a hiring package. The man was now employed by my company.

Then M walked away to get another package. I was still standing out in the stairwell. I knew everybody in the office knew about the next package, what it would be. Even thought nobody told me about it, I also knew what it would be.

M brought the package to me. The package was basically a letter saying I was fired. M treated me kind of coldly and told me I couldn't come back into the office.

I walked up the stairwell. I was out in the parking garage. My office desk was out there. I figured I should clean out my desk. Near the desk was a dining table. An older Asian man and a little girl, the man's daughter, were seated at the table. I was ashamed to be around the man and girl after just having gotten fired.

Dream #2

I was getting onto the subway. I was going somewhere kind of far away, and I might have been planning to be there for a while. I was wearing a big backpack, which went all the way up my back and even a little higher than my head.

As I was getting onto the train, an older black man followed me. He had a white beard and a wool cap. I felt like I'd seen him all over the place, wherever I'd gone. We were the only two people getting on the train. So obviously now he was following me.

I wanted to yell at him and ask why he was following me. But I didn't feel like it would do any good. So I let him go ahead of me on the train.

We were the only two people on the train. The train was kind of dark. The seats were set weird, like the benches were all lifted on a platform, and there was a guardrail right in front of the bench. It didn't look like there was any legroom.

The man lay down at the far end of the bench and fell asleep. I crawled across the bench and tried to find some way to sit down.

Dream #3

I was in something like a living room with an old woman. We were part of some karaoke contest. We were about to go on. But suddenly the woman sprang the idea on me that we should do a duet. She suggested some song I didn't know.

I didn't want to do the song, since I didn't know it and I'd be horrible. But I felt grateful to the woman for some reason, so I figured I'd better do the duet.

The woman showed me some lyrics and gave me the tune. I still didn't know the song, but I thought I had the words.

Now we were out on a big stage. The music began. I recognized the tune! I started to sing, but I suddenly realized I'd forgotten all the words.

The old woman looked at me, terribly disappointed.

This dream was not quite as vivid as the last few and I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I didn't recall it until I had been awake for about 10-minutes. I may not have woken up right as it ended, so I'm lucky to remember it at all:

I was on a half destroyed city street. I had a very cool gun with a future blue night-vision scope mounted on it. Walking along the streets were flesh colored monsters with big heads and tentacles for arms. I was shooting at them from several blocks away using the amazingly cool scope.

I was with a small group of people. We decided to move onto other areas. (Recall gets very hazy at this point.) We traveled until what seemed like noon because the environment became very crisp and sunny after this. We moved to a valley that was huge and forested with trees in every direction. There were no signs of civilization and I had the impression there had been, but it was all over grown now.

Without quite being lucid, I reasoned with the right amount of effort I could fly like a Falcon over the valley to scope out a place for us to scavenge for weapons or make a base of operations. I vaguely recall sending out a Falcon firstly, and then some how deciding that I could simply follow him. I soared into the air over the vast forested valley. I clearly remember flapping my arms at one point, like a bird, while the other watched.

I discovered, I was actually looking at my home city deep into the future and now massively overgrown. A tall mountain had ripped upwards miles into the sky completely altering the appearance of the entire region.

I directed everyone to my house so that we could scavenge it for food and weapons. It was half flattened and overgrown with trees and dirt. I did find several of my belongings that didn't quite look right. I was perplexed by how different my stuff looked in the future.

Eventually we made our way further down the valley to a compound that was sitting in front of a black-ish swampy lake. There was something like a private militia residing there. They welcomed us in, and warned that the lake was filled with monsters. I looked out a window with thick metallic blinds. I could see what looked like pink fleshy half men half fish creatures swimming around in it. The leader informed us that the lake ran underground, all the way under the compound. (These visuals were extremely realistic.)

I looked at my group and asked, "Why would we stay here then?"

For a long time I've had dreams in which I fly, but don't become totally lucid. Pretty annoying actually. I also made the connection that seeing a bird in flight triggered the lucid power of flight exhibited in the Super Lucid: Blackbird Flying dream.

3/7/2011 @ 4:00am-ish ::: Just had a lucid dream so decided to join the website.

3/7/2011 @ 4:30am ::: I actually just woke up from a lucid dream in which I was a runner headed towards a goal. My goal was unknown but I excercised what i called it...dream control. I knew I was dreaming and could run around this infinite world with the one goal in mind...I woke up startled about this thought I could control dreams so I got online and found this community from Google. Cool, eh?

So, my first LD after I joined here. I have no clue how many LDs I've had before through out the years, so the LD count will be from when I became a member here.

Anyway - Due to a rather hectic morning, I were unable to write down the nights event. But I remember very clearly that I knew I were in a dream. The dream took place in my toodlers kindergarden/day care(?). I looked around, and were a bit puzzeled because everything looked brown, as if I had put on a layer of duo tone on. One of the women there asked me to get something, and I just looked at her, wondering why she didn't do it herself? Well, off I went, but then stopped. I went back again, and the woman sat next to my hubby. Just talking, no sexual vibes going on. They didn't notice me, and got a bit puzzled by that. So I started to have a look around in the rrom. There were a massage bench in the room for some reason, and there were no other kids, other then mine, myself, my hubby and that woman. Since they were busy, I went over to the massage bench. I looked at it - thinking it truely was a hidious brownish color - and I usually love brown. I kept thinking that I should write this down, I should write this down, but I never came to. I remembered in the dream that I had put my pen and dream journal next to my pillow in bed, but as I were awake in the dream, I'd have to wake my self completly to do so - which I didn't want to After that realization i must have fallen out of it anywway, 'cause that's all I remember.

NON-DREAM DREAM

The hall way resembles an indoor skate half-pipe (perhaps influenced by Lucy Hall telling me a few weeks back about the photographer’s collection of bedroom half-pipes in Japan), and I seem to be running, while walking heavily down the steep corridor, a couple below me who are friends, I intentionally scare him by pretending to land on his shoulders from behind, as the hallway levels out quickly.


I then remembering lying on my back with a skateboard under my feet, feeling self-conscious that I need to prove myself, like my reputation amongst the other skaters who might be pass by and spot me momentarily, trying to pop an olley solely by force of my ankles and knees, which I do finally without too much practice.


Then I seem to be standing over a large black and white photo of a famous internationally-renowned skater from yesteryear lying in a stretcher covered in bandages looking at the camera expressionlessly. It manifests as the beginning of a video documentary on a horrific accident he had which ended his career, a view of cascading balconies of a resort hotel leading down to the blue-green waters of a lake, a helicopter hovering over the water, shadowed by a large stain of bright red blood, when the protagonist comes over, parachuting in like a bright orange hang-glider, from behind me, the commentator responding with genuine horror, anticipating that the man is flying too low, before he impacts with one of the balcony railings below, the commentator making references to his career during the excitement, painting the man as an expert, having won every type of major award, interrupted by another accident, the man apparently falling again horrifically, describing with panic how the man is next dragged by his parachute through the rotor blades of the helicopter, then across the blades of a second helicopter hovering nearby, just outside of the original field of vision. Finally the man lands and appears to stand motionlessly, covered in the deflated parachute, standing in the shallow water near the edge of a beachless cove, although no blood or shredded material is visible, suddenly begins shrieking, growing in intensity with each new breath. I wake up to the sound of the Cockatoos shrieking in the tree outside my window.

I wake up in the middle of the night, my room is pitch black and Chris is still sound asleep beside me. Not sure why I woke up but I open my eyes, still half asleep and there is an old woman at the bottom of my bed. She asks me can she take Hobbes (I can't remember why) and I sleepily tell her yes and roll over to go back to sleep.

The next morning I wake up and realise Hobbes isn't in the house. In a blind panic I suddenly remember my visitor who had apparently broken in during the night, I had thought it was only a dream! I rush to the window sill and pick up the business card that was left there. I remember looking at it.

Next thing I know, I'm in my old chemistry class from 1st year and I walk to the back of the class and sit down. I start to tell my friends that some pikey had broken into my house and stolen the cat but I'm interupted by Mrs woods who sends me to sit on the desk right at the front of the class. Imove there and all of a sudden the desks have changed to showers and everyone in the class is having a shower??

In a blind panic, I realise that I have lost the business card with the womans addres on it, so I can go get Hobbes back. I rush home and it's not on the window ledge. I check every pair of trousers I own to see if I put them in my pocket and don't remember... still nothing. In a flash of inspiration I suddenly remember the address - 23 speen street.

I am outside 23 speen street and it is dark. It turns out that this house actually belongs to Mrs Landers, the lady who does my mums ironing. I sit in her living room and play with her dog. It was a huge thing, a strange st. Bernard x collie. It has beautiful dark brown corse fur. I clap it for a while.

I then woke up!

05.03.2011

Furious Red Balls, Museum, and Snow (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: Unknown Saturday, March 4-5th, 2011

Hours: Unknown Alarm: None Audio: None

Thisw as a really long, and eventfull dream. I love dreams that have a storyline. The very first feeling of the dream, before i knew where i was or even saw anyhting was that of a college dorm room, that of ancient origin. As the dream started, i was in an old building. It was intricate and perfectly crafted, it was amazing. Something, although i am unsure of what, was gong on. All of the sudden, red and white ping pong sixed bals started vilolently raining down from above me. Either they were coming out of the ceiling, or the roof was open and they were coming from the sky. It was somehwta like a hardship, but at the smae time it was somewhat of a game. I was ducking. and at one point i stuck my head in a little nook or cranny and then finally decided to go into the trap door that lead to a deeper level in the building. I went in, and now i was in a room with some of my relatives and it was a museum-like setting. It was very ancient civilization, but that of sophistication. I was in awe over the amount and quality of the artifacts around me, it was inspiring. I saw a giant eisel and went over to it. It was somewhat of a giant coloring book. I looked through it and it was filled with designs of clothes and they were brilliant. They were very old, and i pointed out to people that thedate on the book was 1702.
shortly after, we all decided it was time to go, so we went out the door and walked outside. There was a highway looking rod, covered in snow, but the sun was shining. We had to, in order to get where we were going, slide on the snow on our knees. So i got on my knees and started doing it really well, other people were using their arms to help support them but i didn't need to. I was really proud of myself and i was oging really fast. I got to the end after passing everyone up. There, a young girl and a young boy were there next to eachother. They were todlers. The girl was extremely cute. The boy kissed her, it was cute, and they were smiling and giggling. I was laughing. Then it was over.

Kids these days...
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm on some sort or reality show, going in and out of third person. There is a man in a house who lets me stay with him, sort of my sponsor. He's an odd fellow, but uncharacteristically wise. He shows me to my room where I sit on the bed and look out the window.

I can see in the window of the neighbour's house, where two teenage boys are dancing with two girls. They spot me watching them and start acting all tough. They go to the window and continue their show of bravado. Next thing I know, they are outside my window pounding on it. I go outside and they continue to harass me, wanting to fight. I oblige them, and punch the oldest one in the face just once. He drops to the ground and his younger friend doesn't know what to do.

The kids and their family are NWO, and won't let this go. The kids were genetically engineered to be superior and larger, so it's unacceptable that they lost to me. Their whole family comes over for a rematch, where I will fight the oldest kid again. They show up, and the reality show film crew are capturing it all. I ask them if they really want to embarrass themselves on camera, but they are dead set that we finish this.

We step out into the street, and the kid and I fight. I'm expecting another easy win, but he kid displays an excellent knowledge of karate. He blocks my first few punches with ease and counters with punches and kicks of his own, which I too avoid. I catch his leg during one of his kicks, planning to pummel him in the nuts, but somehow I can't find the right opening, or even move to strike at all. I finally break through that mental paralysis and punch him right between the eyes. He goes down and our contest is over.

I "awaken" in the dream on a plane, first class. I am in the aisle seat, the window seat next to me is empty. I am reading one of my favorite books which is unique for having a blank cover.

I can tell at least a year has passed from the last chapter, I feel my dream self has seen all of the United States I have wanted to see, and am now trying to travel elsewhere, starting with Europe.

I hear a man clear his throat, and realize that my row is not empty. He is sitting in the aisle seat across from me. I do not look up, and continue reading.

After some time passes, he finally speaks. "Excuse me, I couldn't help notice your book...what is the name of it?"

I look up and see the man clearly for the first time, meeting his gaze. Crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck, plain black suit pants. Short peppered gray hair and tanned skin. He is considerably older than me, by around twenty years, but I still notice I am attracted to him.

I recognize him as a famous actor, but I don't let on, instead focusing on the nature of his question.

The corners of my mouth upturn into a smirk. "It doesn't have a title..that's why the cover is blank." I try to smile politely and look back down at my book and continue reading.

The man looks after me quizzically, shifting in his seat to question me again. "Wait, I'm sorry. It doesn't have a title? Then who's the author?"

I look up again, still smiling, trying hard to contain my laughter. "It's not actually written by just one person, there are no names attached to it..hence the blank cover." I try to look annoyed now, enjoying messing with him.

The man is exasperated now, but still curious. "Okay well then what's it about?"

Looking up once more, I smile wider "It doesn't really have much of a plot..." My voice trails off, waiting to see his reaction.

He laughs "Of course it doesn't, why would a book with no author or title have a plot?"

I grin while closing the book, offering it to him. "Pick a page, read a little. You'll see what I mean.."

He reads a little and hands it back, now having a full understanding "And it just goes on like that?" He asks.

I nod and say "Pretty much. I always take it with me when I travel, I just pick a spot anywhere in the book and start reading. I've yet to finish it, but I don't think it would matter if I did."

He smiles "You're right, I don't imagine it would matter much."

Our conversation ends, and I go back to reading. Two hours later, the flight has touched down in Lake Como. As we all stand up to depart, the man and I make eye contact and smile at each other, but don't say a word.

True to form, I have no other luggage than my laptop bag, which also holds my camera. I make my way to the outside of the airport and wait on the curb for a taxi to come by, looking expectantly in the distance, hoping one will appear soon.

In front of me is a black sedan, which the man from before strolls up to with his one carry on bag, making pleasantries with the driver in Italian who takes the bag and puts it in the trunk.

He sees me now, waiting for a taxi.

"Waiting for your ride?" He raises his voice to be heard.

I look to him nonchalantly "Just waiting for a taxi, yeah."

He motions to his driver to hang on and walks over to me. "It might be a long wait, there aren't a lot of taxis here."

"Great. Well, I'll just start walking then, thanks for the heads up." I start walking the other direction.

"No luggage?" He says, following me.

"No," I sigh. "No luggage, I was planning on buying everything I needed in town. I like to travel light."

"Well where are you staying?"

"I didn't have a place planned, I was just going to ask the taxi to drop me off at a hotel."

"Well I can give you a lift," Off my unsure look "come on, it beats walking"

I relent, and we walk back to his car.

"My name's Geo" he says.

I grin and say "I know.. I'm Sera." and we shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, Sera."

"Nice to meet you, Geo."

The driver takes my bag, commenting in Italian to Geo that I have a nice ass. Geo looks to see if I react, and I don't, so he assumes I don't know Italian as we both get in the car and drive away from the airport.