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Our school started a volunteering program in which it would pair up with other schools and exchange several students. The exchanged students would work after school in the different school, just helping to clean up and such.

I got exchanged to a school that had 5 floors. I was supposed to be working on the very top floor. It was already dark outside and the school wasn't lit up (not uncommon for where I live). I climbed the staircase until I was at the very top floor. Each floor consisted of only a single classroom and a small connector hallway. The only light the classroom had was a tiny lamp that probably was never meant to serve as a light source.

One of my partners was already in the classroom. He was in the closet, as we had been instructed to clean it. I opened one of the doors. Inside the closet were bunches of old skeleton keys. Some were hanging up and others were in bowls. I wondered if I could find the skeleton key from the house in which I used to live...

"Do we have anyone else coming here to help us?" I asked my silent partner.

"Yes." He said, with a wicked smile. He continued to look at me that way, just standing and smiling. WTF.

This was a little too weird for me. I couldn't see past the closet so I tried to turn on some other lights, but none of them were working. I wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the room with me, besides my creepy partner. I didn't want to risk being on the front page of the newspaper for being the newest strange murder victim, so I booked it out of there.

The next day, the school contacted me and told me that I must fulfill my duty in the volunteering program.

I arrived at the exchange school early, so I could observe the classroom while it was still full of students. While I was standing in the 5th floor hall, I noticed that there was a green square that was mildly raised from the surface. It looked like a simple tile decoration, but I had a very strong hunch that there was something buried underneath it.

The school let out for the day, and the students piled out of the classroom. But something caught my eye immediately. The student that I was working with, the one that was supposed to also be from my school, was from this school. His friends, which were probably going to be my partners for that evening, were also hanging around him.

They stood on the raised tile floor and talked for a bit. An old man walked up to them and gave them a bottle of alcohol in which they gladly accepted.

I snuck past them and into the teacher's room. She had short blonde hair, was relatively young, and was sitting at her desk.

"Hey, I have heard that you've had some trouble with the volunteering program. What's up?" She said politely.

"I don't feel comfortable in your classroom when I can barely see in front of me! I can't work here unless you give us more lights." I replied. I'm not sure why I didn't tell her about my bizarre, psychopath partner, but I guess lighting was my first concern. I could hit one of them over the head if I needed to, but I couldn't do that as effectively if I can't see where they are.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I will put in a request for more lights, but the school board is to stingy with their money these days." She announced as politely as she could. But all I could think was that she was being a hypocrite. Right now, all of the florescent lights were on, but later in the evening NONE of them worked.

I went into town, refusing to go back to that school. I decided to hang out at a small restaurant.

Men in black suits walked in the restaurant and asked the manager if I was here. I quickly leaped under the bar and in to a small corner where I was well hidden from the men.

I still had a good view of the restaurant, and I could tell that they were just pretending not to know where I was. They eventually "found" me under the bar and told me that I needed to continue volunteering at the school. I refused. I wondered why it mattered so much to them anyways. Why did everyone insist that I go back to the school?

They refused to negotiate with me any longer, so they pulled me out from under the bar. I instantly grabbed one of their workers, a beautiful middle eastern women, and decided to hold her hostage. I dragged her into my car and took off down town.

Now, I was "aware" of what these men in black suits were doing. I could hear them talking even though I was in my own car.

"They are getting away! Create a road obstruction!"

Instantly, a hot dog stand came plunging into my lane. I swiftly dodged it.

"Damn! Create more!" The men yelled again.

The road in front of me cracked open as if a magnitude 10 earthquake was altering it. The car fell into a large pothole created by the controlled earthquake, and I grabbed the woman and got out of the car. We stole a bystander's blue motorcycle.

I didn't know where I was taking the woman, and where I was going to hold her hostage at. I just knew that the men in black suits were trying to force me to go to the school by controlling my surroundings and other people.

27.02.2011

Snippets 1 - I would have remembered it all, but I needed sleep! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I didn't recall any full dreams today. I would have recalled every last part of each of these dreams if I stayed awake but I was so tired that I kept falling asleep after each one without being awake enough if you get what I mean. I did try to tell myself to do a reality check when I was falling asleep after one of the dreams, but it must have failed.

Snippet A: Korean
I've been playing Crysis 1 a lot recently. I think that's why a Korean soldier appeared in this dream. Two videogames merged, actually. The base in STALKER where the guy tells you to get out of here was the location, and the Korean from Crysis was walking on the platform. He got taken out by somebody and brutally murdered. I don't want to know if it was me or not.

Snippet B: I'm not your buddy, guy
I'm not sure what this snippet meant, if anything. I remember seeing the warehouse area from the previous snippet being here, except now we (I'm fairly sure I was in a group) were on an iceberg. There were several civillians on a peninsula-esque area and we blew up the ice to send them adrift. There was blood in the warehouse.

Snippet C: Super Bus Escape
I was in a very familiar dream location that I often forget. There's this ASDA in Bournemouth that I always got dragged to as a kid, and thus it entered my dreams when I was that age. I completely forgot about it. It's like a giant hole in the ground that connects to what I think are docks, and there's a huge-ass parking lot nearby it too. It's amazing how it works and I always used to have the same dream about it when I was little; my mum would park there, we would go up in a huge lift (elevator) and we would do some shopping. But this time, I was my current self, and I was very lost in the lower levels, where I've never been before. I made my way up to the top using my phone's GPS and I remember going through a garage and picking up a mop at some point

Snippet D: Kidstuck
In this snippet, some little kids walked past me at a bus stop and I called them something which upset them (not sure what I said). Then they all cloned themselves and pinned me down arm by arm, leg by leg and then ran off with my bag. I grabbed one of them and started scanning the nearby shops (it was downtown) for my bag back.

So those are the strange but exciting snippets from yesterday. I don't consider this to count towards my amount of dreams recalled as they were all tiny snippets, but they were possibly the most vivid dreams to date that I've had. 100mg b6, 15mg zinc and a co-operative B-complex were taken about half an hour before sleep.

[Sunday][12][0][5]

A couple of fragments, cant exactly put them in order but I'll do my best.

First fragment, It was Christmas, my family and I were for some reason gathered at a vacation house we often travel to with my extended family. There were plenty of people I didn't know and the house was approximately 3x the size that it originally was. For some odd reason one of my objectives were to place a small wooden icon of a letter in front of a room representing the post office. Once I found a glue stick and reached the post office, which was in the same house, I was disappointed to find that it was now a room with two beds. On my way there people were taking pictures in tuxedos as if they were at a wedding of some sort. I didn't think much of it. I was practically walking single file the place was so crowded, it felt like a mall. On my way back to the person who gave me the objective, whom I dont remember, I had to dodge some pictures being taken, I also remember how boring it was and how much I hated Christmas day for this reason. Also upon reaching a hallway I saw multiple marine units from Starcraft II, when I put my "mouse" over them I saw that they belonged to different people. I thought to myself "I could make more than that many alone".

It sort of reflects my normal opinion of Christmas. I'm generally unhappy and bored just meeting with my family, for no real specific reason.
I also think the Icon had something to do with my obsessiveness to put signs in front of rooms in minecraft, to represent which room is which...funny.

Another Fragment, I reached school, just in the neck of time as always. I figured the first period bell would ring as soon as I got there. When I got inside I was surprised to find people skate boarding around the halls. In this confusion I turned toward a super intended to see his reaction. He seemed unsettled but still smiling and practically ignoring them. I walked up the staircase and laughed about it with some friends. We looked over the balcony to watch some peers skate around, we even saw a cop doing it. Someone handed me a large box with random shit from when I was a child, and some valuables from my room. I was like WTF and the dream ended.

I don't know what this dream has to do with anything.

Final Fragment, my teachers and I are living in the same home. And no, I didn't find this weird at the time. I felt sort of lonely, because I was stuck with teachers in some random place with no peers. I attempted to climb a ladder, or some sort of platform. A design flaw of this platform was that if you climb up the wrong side it falls over. A teacher grabbed the platform before it fell on me and I was sort of embarrassed. I went on later to do the same thing.

what?

Let me tell you guys, last night I totally fail at recalling anything at all. I'm pretty sure I wasn't lucid at all last night, but this morning I tried to do the WILD with a little dream episode that had this blond girl in it that was about 30 but she was very good looking, in fact she was one of my high school teachers. Out of curiosity I asked her if she was my dream guide and she nodded. She sort of climbed on me and started kissing me and such, I told her I am not into her like that. She set on a kitchen counter and told me this.

Dream guide: You need to loosen up its only a dream.

She said this while taking her high heels off exposing her toes. She came down and hugged and kissed me some more. I just ended the dream because I had to use the bathroom and the dream was being unstable in the first place.

I can't remember the beginning of this dream, but what I do remember goes as follows:

I was in a house in the front room witth two other people, the one directly in front of me was the one I was doing admin work for, we were chatting though I don't know what about, but I do know I was assuring him that I would help him out.
Next thing I remember, I was in an upstairs bedroom. I used a conveniently placed pylon to climb down. Outside it was almost dark and it was Gainsborough Road where I lived as a child. I walk away trying not to be seen by anyone in the house and heading for my car which I knew was far away.

Original Date: 2/27/2011
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
This started with me sitting in bed at my laptop talking to a man on the phone about billing for an old phone contract. He told me that the phone number they had on file for me started out with 627 and some other numbers, but I knew this was not correct. I was somewhat irritated and said "I don't know where you got that number from, but it is not correct, my phone number is..." (and I proceeded to give him my real phone number in the dream). Next I appeared in a store (sort of like an office store) and I guess the guy I had been talking to was standing to the left of me. To my right a woman was trying to set up a shelf display and was having trouble, so I tried to help her put these little plastic things on the shelf. Then the whole environment changed and half of the store turned into and outdoor vertical racetrack with a small bleacher area with a small crowd and part of the track went under the bleachers below the crowd. The other half of the store turned into like a gift store for the racetrack and the office shelf display turned into a huge wall display of little matchbox cars, like everyone you could imagine all on wooden shelves. I was helping a woman and a man set them up, row by row, all facing the same direction (away from the front door, even though I suggested the effect would look much more interesting if we had them all facing the door, the man agreed, but we kept it the way it was). Then I stopped and walked to the door in the back of the store, it was a full glass pane door and I stood there and looked out. The color or the sky looked like cotton candy, it was pinkish and blue and maybe purple slightly, and the overall color outside darkened because it had begun to rain and I took notice to that, I liked it. Then I turned back around and went over to the bleachers, the final lap for the race was coming and I stood next to the bleachers where my step mom, step brother and dad were. I remember saying to my step brother "it's the final lap, stand up so you can see" and I stood on an open spot on the bleachers and watched as the first car came down the track behind the bleachers, and a little bit of fire was on the track (the crowd was like "ohhhh") and then the car disappeared under the bleachers and the crowd. The next car was coming down, about to make the turn to go under the crowd and once it went through the fire on the track, it lit the whole car on fire and spread into the bleachers, but then disappeared and no one was hurt, except a an old man who was sitting with his back to the bleachers facing the gift store. His entire head caught on fire, I had seen him earlier in the dream, just sitting there, and I feel like i knew something was going to happen to him. I immediately ran to him, pulled off my thin little jacket I was wearing and started patting it aggressively against his head until the fire disappeared. And it was gone, his head was fine. I touched his cheek (his skin was thing and he had little age spots/dots all over) with my right hand and thumb sort of squeezing and looking him in the eye and I asked him "are you okay?"... I was starting to get teary eyed, but he never replied. Then my family and I were leaving, walking in the parking lot. My step brother said, "there's nothing to eat at the house", and I replied, "what about a tuna wrap salad, and I could make hard boiled eggs to put into it", and he just said no. Next we were in a grocery store, kind of like a Target, with my step mom because she said she needed to find a 2 cup blender or some sort of small kitchen appliance like that. I remember we were in that section, looking at mixers, and then the last place I was suddenly in the nut isle looking at canned macadamia nuts and peanuts. Then woke up.

Objective Context:
On call today, was thinking of making tuna wrap salad yesterday, was playing a game with a woman whos screen name was nascar something, boyfriend and I are talking of plans to have a baby.

Feelings:
Content, worried, helping, observing

I've been astonished about Yoshi's wild tecnique working out the first time I tried.

I went to sleep at 2 and a half a.m. I relaxed my self and I applied the first phases of Yoshi's WILD. .
After the reverse blinking I felt so relaxed that I was not able to open again my eyes. So I just let my thoughts free withouth focusing on any. After 10-15 minutes I turned on my side.
I waited for HI but after half an hour nothing happened. It's only after one hour that I felt really scared. I was supine, completely relaxed and I heard whispers, and a female voice I could not understand. At the beginning I felt happy. I told to myself: "Finally HI is coming". Suddenly I felt a hand pressing on my face like a claw. In spite of the great fright I maintained my concentration, I remained still and I thought it was just an hallucination.
Then I began to see the first images passing behind my eyelids. I left them pass trough until I had a stable one: a bunny with an aggressive look becoming bigger and bigger. That was the stable image that made begin the lucid dream.
To confirm I really was in LD i did a RC: I stretch out my arm and i saw it extending. I really was in a LD.
I was inside the building of a hotel with different floors opening on a central hall. I'm running away from a hostile presence who is following me.
At this point the first LD ended.

I relaxed again. I left the HI flow again and I DEILD to the following dream:

The hostile presence remained but the setting changed: I was inside my attic. The ceiling was very low, I was knelt and in front of me there was a concrete wall. It was very difficult to flee away. I thought that I was in a dream and that everything was possible. So i put my hand through the wall and I saw it sinking into it with the sensation of a thick rubber. The arm followed the hand, then the shoulder and finally all the body passed to the other side. I felt a deep sensation of pleasure, like a little pleasant rebirth.

Again the dream ended. Then I relaxed and DEILDED again to the third dream.

I found myself again in the hotel. I looked out the first floor fence into the central hall. I leant against the fence and again I realized I could not flee away. So I tried my first attempt to fly.
I've just thought to fly and my body started hovering in the air. The higher I was stretching my arm the faster I was hovering up. I flew until the ceiling, then i clenched my fist and I left it passing trough the ceiling. Very slowly all my body followed the way my fist opened up.
To resurface on the upper floor was slow and inside the concrete the sight obscured. After re-emerging, the light turned on very slowly, like a an halogen lamp switched on in slow motion.
Reality fatigued to build itself again.

The dream continued but I could not remember the following.

Im walking around this neighbourhood with my dog and some guy. We then notice that a guy with long beard is starting to chase us. The guy has a geiger counter and we are leaving radioactive marks behind and by those hes easily keeping track of us. We then go around this neighbourhood and come to this red car. I ask my comppanion if this car is his, he says yes. We then go in, I try to get my dog in but Its struggling against me so then I yell at it and she jumps in. Its winter and the neighbourhood reminds me of the neighbourhood near the jäähalli.

We are driving the same car, but now its summer and we are driving to this cabin. We come to this intersection and I see a guy imitating Muammar Gaddafi and then I see M sitting on a rock.
We come to the cabin and theres like this show going on and I need to participate in it. I put some clothes on for the show.

I was inside the store my parents own and my brother was on the compuiter , i started throwing some juice boxes at him because he woudlent let me on (the compuiter) so i kept throwing them to piss him off when suddenly out of nowhere he gets a knife and started chasing me outside, so i run and almost get run over by a car and just when i think he's far away he yell's a battle cry and i run for my life shit scared.then the dream ends and i sleep for the rest of the night.


i did not realize i was in the dream.

Shared Dreaming

Halloween Party

Heather, Tyler and I live in my old house. It’s early morning, like three a.m. or so. Tyler and Heather decide to go outside for a walk and a little adventure. I am getting some layers on because it’s cold out but they’re already out the door. I yell at them and they don’t stop, so I have to run up to them to catch them.

We are walking around and it seems to be Halloween. There are kids everywhere and a stop sign has a plastic decorative ghost-stop sign decal taped over it. I want to make the O of it into an eyeball, so I take a permanent marker out of my pocket and “grow” tall enough to vandalize it quickly. I can’t “ungrow” so I’m tall for a long time. (Heather dreamed that there was a person that was very tall all throughout her dream).

We discuss which way to go and we think about downtown which in my dream-mind’s eye looked how it does when I dream of it, as if the area is semi-static on the dream plane.

There is no transition that I remember, though both of these fragments "feel" as if they are part of the same dream.

I am dumpster diving behind Tyler’s apartment with Marilyn Manson as a teenager. We go through one of the back doors of the restaurants that line the brick wall of dumpsters. On the other side is a big house party. I feel completely lost among Marilyn Manson fans and gothic kids. I walk around the place and the living room is Heather’s living room.

Heather is laying on her couch taking up two spaces; Adam is sitting on the third space. I go over and lay on Heather, so relieved to have her here when I thought I was alone. She gets red and starts getting up, pushing me off of her. She’s embarrassed to be with me in front of Adam.

I’m sick of that feeling so I walk into the kitchen and start eating cupcakes. Dylan, my ex-boyfriend is at the party. I decide to take revenge on Heather by telling him we can go out again. He is ecstatic, to a point where I am annoyed. It’s not worth it. The whole time I am at the party, he’s trying to say things to me to make me really love him again.

I take him outside, where it’s still dark out (though hours have seemed to pass).

“I can’t two-time Heather like that,” I say. I try to break up with him and it’s really difficult, only because I know that he will feel like shit after I do. I realize he’s in college and get weirded out for some reason, so it’s easier. I break up with him again and go back into the party.

It’s mostly over, as if I had been gone for a long time and it’s now morning. Almost everyone’s gone. Marilyn Manson is yelling at his mom, and I give her a sympathetic glance. I “know” that he used to be nice to her but started to be mean as his persona grew.

I walk over to the second living room (not Heather’s). There are giant seats that sink in a lot. I sit in one and find a gold key that Heather wears. Instantly, I know that Heather made out with Adam in this chair. I text her “found your key”, which will let her know that I know what she did. I’m upset.

I look around the room. Everything is being picked up. A girl is throwing these giant cellophane carrots away. An extremely young version of my grandmother is picking up most of the trash and stuffing it in a trash bag.

She gets really upset that the girl is throwing the carrots away and starts yelling at her because they are full of “goodies”. I remember that my grandmother is a highly spiritual person and wonder why she is getting so upset, losing her temper over a trivial thing. She goes into another room to clean up there.

A few guys sitting around the breakfast table are talking about the newspaper mascot, Happy. It’s a black dog who is severely depressed.

“Never try to make Happy happy. Everyone knows he’s sad so it’s insulting to him,” one of the guys says. He gives me a page of the newspaper. I held the paper out about a foot in front of me. An article had been strangely bolded and unbolded and when you can see all of the words, the boldness of the letters reveals a black ink dog made of words. His tail was the darkest part.
I throw it into the trashbag. I see a few Jenny Lewis calendar posters, really quality black and white, thick paper. I start taking them out. A woman sitting in one of the deep comfy chairs starts talking to me about Waterville’s mascot, a parrot named Waterlou. (Heather had a dream about mascots.)

My grandmother walks out of the room and smiles at me. I see that her temper was very in the moment and she was easily brought out of it.

My first lucid since learning about it. Extremely facinating! I just walked around when I realised I was dreaming. From the kitchen to the living room. I touched things and in the livingroom, I rubbed my hands and spun halfways. Then I don't really remember much more. It was really cool anyways

I am pushing the brake pedal in my Geckomobile all the way down. It seems to have little effect. I can feel the pressure on my foot. I seemed to be going on forever. I remembered the dream later that day when I was driving in my real car pushing the real brake because I almost missed the stop sign in the fog.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an alien spacecraft. The interior of the craft was very nice. It had molded, rounded walls colored cream-white and eggshell-brown. The room was round, with a round, central column, which may have served as some kind of control center.

There may have been a window somewhere, which I may have been looking out of at some point. We were probably at some high elevation, though still in the atmosphere of whatever planet we were on, probably Earth.

I was remembering some conversation or having some conversation in my head. It had something to do with aliens. There was some kind of idea that aliens were taking or duplicating people's identities or else using people for their identities in order to do something.

Something about the whole argument which had been made to me regarding the aliens didn't make sense. I tried to express the idea.

I now saw a room of cars -- kind of like one of the prize-display stages for the TV game show The Price Is Right. There were three cars of different sizes and quality. I was making an argument using cars as a metaphor for identities. I was trying to make a point that aliens wouldn't use human bodies for identities, since they'd easily be able to a lot more with their own, much more advanced, bodies.

But I also seemed to be trying to make some argument that aliens were actually using cars' identities in some way, instead of using people's identities. Some cars weren't cars. They were actually aliens disguised as cars.

At this point, the interior of the alien spacecraft, instead of being all smooth walls, had a number of rooms like the room with the cars in it. I don't know if all the rooms had cars in them.

(Side notes: Yesterday I went to the Museum of Modern Art and watched documentaries for -- well, from 1:30 PM until 10 PM.

One showing had two documentaries: one about the history of General Motors destroying the trolley car industry so it could artificially create demand for cars in the United States; the other about General Electric's nuclear weapons business and the effects it had on an upstate New York town.

The General Motors documentary struck me deeply because, growing up as a suburbanite in America, a car was just a thing I had to have once I became 16. It was part of my identity. But, in addition, I feel very strongly that I identify with cars in my dreams. Cars stand for my identity in my dreams.

But -- if you look at Bruno Bettelheim's book The Empty Fortress, for example, the autistic children identify with cars or identify cars as beings that can care for them and nurture them as children.

So, it seems like, despite the demand for cars being pretty nefariously and artificially created by a small group of rich men, cars also came to stand, rather quickly, for human identity.

The second documentary outlined the role General Electric played in the arms race, how it carelessly dealt with its nuclear waste, and how it then tried to hide all this stuff from the public. The story reminded me, oddly, of all the stories of UFOs in the United States and the stories of government conspiracies to cover up the truth about UFOs.

Well, I don't think it's anything new to assert that a lot of the fervor around UFOs and conspiracy theories regarding UFOs was, at least some of the time, derived less from actual UFOs and more from the collective understanding in the United States that the government, military, and corporate structure were doing things without telling us about it, and that we probably wouldn't approve of these things if we knew about them. You can read Jim Marrs' books to get more of an idea about that.

So I think my dream combined these issues, which are somewhat large, emotional issues for my little, squirrely brain, and fashioned them into my dream.)

I've had very little recall over the past few days. Always remembering having a dream
and little bits of it but not enough to write down. I need to start getting to bed earlier
because I've had several late nights.

Awake
Dream
LUCID DREAM!

For the past few days I've really got back into reality checks and last night when I went to bed I kept telling myslef "I'm going to Lucid dream" and every time my mind started drifting off I told myself that again. Anyway so I guess I fell asleep eventually...

I was at college and carrying around a red swivel chair that I had brought from home so I wouldn't have to use a classroom chair. Let me tell you it wasn't an easy task carrying it around, one of my English teachers let me keep it in his room (defeating the point of even bringing one in the first place, if I'm only gonna use it for my english lessons). So at the end of the day I collected it and left it in the dining hall, but got distracted by my friend, we started walking down to the bus when suddenly I realised I'd left it so I ran back and found it, but it had been turned into an old fashioned looking bike (apparenty you can take chairs apart and turn them into bikes in dreams). So I ran down just making it for the bus but the driver made me pay 3p more for being late, so I was like PPFFFT I'm not paying this, so got off. The it suddenly dawned on me that I was dreaming

Why else would I be carrying round a ridiculous CHAIR all day that can be turned into a bike?! Then I thought that means I don't have to worry about getting the bus home "HAH!". I got really excited and jumping up and down "I NEED TO FIND MY DREAM GUIDE AND SPIRIT ANIMAL AND"...but the dream started to fade so I crouched on the ground saying
"please stabilize please stabilize please please please..." and it did. I stood up thinking Oooh what to do?! I tried flying but it was really hard work and I was basically swimming into the air. Then I thought, well being at college while I'm lucid is pointless. So I tried to create a portal, but it didn't work, guess I don't have loads of control in lucids yet. But I could move things telekinetically, so I was pretty pleased about that.

I suddenly had an idea, I drew a line in the air in front of me, it looked like a crack, i pulled it open with my hands, visualised a new setting and scrambled though. I was surrounded by fields and could see a house in the distance. I ran up to it and realised that it was my house (not one that actually exists) and I had a husband and 2 children. A little while later I created a rip/crack again and pulled myself though, I was in the television programme (which I love) called Being Human, but nothing exciting was happening so I made another portal-ish thing, climbed though and I was with my apparent family again. My 'husband' was sunbathing in the garden, I went to see my kids. They were asleep in one of the rooms, this time there were three and cats instead of people, but I still knew they were my kids. They were all domestic cat size, 2 had cheetah markings and the other had long gray fur. I started stroking them and they all woke up and purred (just basically acted like cats). Then I went into the garden again and had an idea to make the lucid more interesting. I took off most of my clothes walking round with just a t-shirt and see through tights (no underwear), then my 'husband' saw me and said "shall we go to the bedroom?" I was thinking HELLS YEAH! By this time the dream had been fading a while and I woke up before any action. DAMNIT!