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I was lying on my bed and fell asleep:

I wake up but can't move and I start to panic. There is someone on the right of the bed trying to roll me over to do something, I try hard to wake up but it doesn't work, so I start screaming my brother's name to come help me wake up, but he isn't coming. I try to calm down and close my eyes to fall asleep, but instead I woke up.

Ok, so here's what happened. I was with the characters from Scooby-Doo about to leave the malt shop and get back into the mystery machine. This was a spontaneous lucid, because as soon as I entered the Mystery Machine, I began to have thoughts about my body in bed. Then I began messing with dream characters, interrupting Fred and Daphne mid-conversation by making her voice silent among other things. Then, Daphne turned into my sister and I suddenly had a thought: and I said to her, "I have a question about dreaming, can you help me out?" to which she replied, "sure, let me show you a dream I had". She took my hand, and we sort of phased out of the mystery machine and onto the sidewalk. We ran towards a tree and dove straight into it (there was no hole or anything, we just dove headfirst into a tree trunk, and suddenly the world began to stretch and contract like a giant accordion. After three or four contractions, it stopped, I turned around, and I was in a completely different place. It was a very modern building that looked like a fusion of my high school and university buildings, and I asked her where she had taken me. Daphne/my sister had changed again, to my surprise, this time taking the form of a classmate, and she said to me "this is a dream I had. I gave a great speech here" and we walked up the stairs towards a large crowd and a podium. She began cracking jokes, and I started seeing friends from high school in the crowd, so I was laughing and giving high-fives and hugs, and I thought once more about my body in bed, but I still didn't wake up. I climbed up the last of the stairs and thought to myself, "I can use that travel technique she taught me to go somewhere else" having somewhere in mind, I stopped the girl and said to her, "when you're done with your speech, can we go somewhere else?" to which she agreed, but sadly for me, the dream was about to end. I saw two more friends from high school, who told me an absolutely hysterical joke which made me completely lose focus, I high fived my friend, looked up, and BOOM. I woke up.

So my questions are as follows: who is the girl (just a dream character, a guide, part of my subconscious, etc)
What in the world (if anything) did I do to become lucid and how can I do it again
How can I not wake myself up like I did in this instance to keep myself in the dreamscape?

Thanks for reading and thanks for any feedback. Love to all!

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I have some friends from circus, a girl acrobat and some other guy who is big and brute. We get magically sent from the circus backstage to the top of the EU commission building. We find a way down, which leads us to the inside of some ordinary house. But we are being followed and we head out through a window to a back garden. I have my cat Buda with me. We hide. But some kid passing by seems to enjoy revealing our hideouts to our chaser, which is a giant. He takes away my friend, don't know what happens to him. Then takes me as prisoner into a big house, like a hotel. When he is away I rehearse ways to escape. I find a service corridor between kitchen and dinning room that he can't possibly access, because it is for humans only. I hide there. Only way he can get to me is breaking the wall. This passage has two corridors in a 90° degrees angle. He doesn't find me. After looking everywhere for me, he remembers the passage and opens the door to peek. But I hide alternately in each corridor and he can't see me. Then silence. Next morning I hear a familiar voice and I risk to peek outside. I find a window and outside I see lots of cars, maybe police looking for me, so I take a chance and wave to them. They come and rescue me. Apparently the giant is no longer there and someone tells me he is dead, that he fell from a 20th floor building. But I am told my two friends are also dead. The guy and the girl. The girl he had killed by throwing her down the 20th floor also. The guy, no one knows for sure. But later on he appears, hurt but alive. They had wrong info. I hug him with joy.

Passing by a neighborhood of some rich people I know. See their entrance full of water and go check. The door is not locked, I go in, it is empty. Floor has water as if some plumbing broke or some faucet is open. But I don't check that, because the fireplace is moving forward. Then stops and exposes a secret compartment. I hear someone so I rush inside the compartment to hide. See a handle that looks the one to open and close and I close it. It is a tiny space, just fits a person. The back has a spying mirror that shows the room behind this wall. So I watch what seems a realtor showing the house to a potential buyer. I look around at this compartment and see a kind of drawer in the back of the fireplace. I open it and it is stashed, but I don't find jewels or money. Instead it is full of buddhist prayer flags and packs of incense. But there are more packages behind, so I don't know what's in there. The problem is that someone brought a dog and the dog has sensed me behind the fireplace and he is restless on the other side of the mirror, trying to find an entrance to get to me. I start opening the fireplace and the dog goes around and finds me. He is friendly, just wants to say hi and receive some cuddles, but then I hear people coming and I hide again. They don't notice the fireplace slightly tilted and the dog stays quiet at my feet.

Morning of January 6, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,011-02. Reading time: 40 sec.



I am in our bed in darkness at our present address, and it seems to be in the same orientation and location (but the space around me feels different).

Under my right hand, I vividly feel a dozen mice squirming around. (I had fallen asleep on my back, which does not occur very often.) I try to keep them in the area near my right hip, as there is concern about one of our cats getting to them. (I sense a cat on the left side of our bed.) My sense of touch is enhanced. The surface area is also enlarged, making both the palm of my hand and the mice seem at least four times bigger.

There is brief “conversation” with Zsuzsanna and our youngest son (both on my left, our son near the foot of our bed), though I perceive the phrases by thought rather than hear the sound.

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I typically only have dreams with no imagery but with enhanced touch when sleeping on my back.

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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At some house, looking through clothes my mom found in trash, then also some toys which are to be donated to a kindergarten, checking if they are complete and playing a bit with some of the games.
Then for no reason I see my teacher sitting at the end of this room, with it's back turned to me and I get lucid. I go towards him and surprise him by touching him softly in his back. He is wearing a light brown shirt and he looks to the side to see me. I move my hand down his arm and gently caress him. He shuts his eyes in total surrender. So I kiss him. I notice his lips a bit dry, but soon our salivas mix and our tongues intertwine, while I caress his shaved head. I enjoy every bit of it.
Then I realize there is someone else in the room. We stop and I turn to this person. It looks like my dad, he doesn't seem to recognize me. He turns away quickly and heads to a door. As he opens the door, he looks back one more time and his physiognomy changed. He is taller, slimmer, more tanned and dresses like an Indian man. I follow him but lose him in the movement of people outside. My attention also gets drawn by the majestic landscape and I don't follow the man anymore. In front of me are some amazing mountains covered in luscious green vegetation. And there are people going up and down the mountains, apparently carrying things, picking up fruits, going about many different activities. Strangely, the mountains seem extremely tall ,but people have the same apparent dimension whether they are at the top of it or down at its base. I see a huge strange black bird flying over my head. It is the size of a big eagle, it has a beak like a toucan and strange wings that make a half-moon shape with the first two feathers on each side slightly round and color red. I follow its flight and to my left I see what seem like clouds made of liquid water, which give the impression that everything beneath it, is underwater. There is a type of tree whose top touches the liquid cloud and behaves like kelp in the ocean. Then I turn my attention again to the mountains. I realize the contours of the mountains, the hills and valleys, the rocky surfaces, are all fractal shaped. I decide to take off and fly to see it up close. I am mesmerized by these patterns, and the psychedelic colors they have and then I almost wake up, but instead I have a FA in a totally white empty house. I remember I left my teacher back in the other house and I go around this house calling out his name, hoping to summon him back. Going through some corridor I spot someone that looks like him and other people going after, but when I get closer, it isn't him. But he is also a teacher to these people, who admire him and are respectfully walking him out as he leaves. I am starting to feel the LD fading away, so I decide to get out of here and do my own hing. I find a window and jump to outside. It's again a beautiful landscape with green hills, but this house is right on the slope. I have to climb some moss covered rocks to reach the top of the hill. Some lady who had made some comment to me inside, followed me out the window and insists on asking me something about mind training. Something like, if I feel that realization is a consequence of how much time you practice. If it is an inevitable consequence of your time dedication to practice, because she is feeling frustrated for not seeing results. I don't remember exact words I said, it was very short answer, but it was something in the line of "no, it's not just time related, more about quality and merit."
Then on the top of the hill I see a valley below, but really far below, like we are many kms of altitude up. I decide to jump and fly some more. I enjoy it for some time, once again absorbing the details of the majestic landscape. Until I start descending and land in some city below. I land in a town square between some classical buildings and there is a giant painting on the floor with a reproduction of some classical work of art. I dig my hands in the floor and have fun picking up elements from the painting and throwing them in the air to watch them slowly fall like confetti. Then I want the painting to become a giant trampoline and I have fun jumping and doing flips in the air.
When I am done with it, I walk down a street. The LD is weaker and I don't remember exactly what happened but I end up in a TV studio, where a famous morning show is being recorded and I am sitting with the live audience. The show hostess is demonstrating some modern appliances and its uses and we are offered some bread cooked by a bread machine. I taste it and it is completely bland and tasteless. I feel this is boring and once again I aim for a window to change scenario At some corridor outside the recording area, I see a window. I look through it and down below I see a moat or a lake. I am about to jump to it, when I notice it is full of big animals swimming. First they look like crocs, but on a closer look, I see they are mainly big fish, turtles and some mutant creatures, like fish but with tiny arms and hands. I decide to go get the tasteless bread and feed it to the animals. The bread wasn't a lot but seems to multiply as I split it into bits, so I keep feeding the animals for quite a while. Then I wake up. .

Was aware of dreaming in my old previous town house. Went and roam around my mother room and then lot lucidity.

Spoiler for Log 1345 - Mad Warp to City:

Created Thursday 03 January 2019

Finally got some LDs. Let's see if I could keep this up without so much strain.

Scrap Group 1
At an unknown apartment room at night time. There's a lot of leftover food, including several boxes of various kinds of pizzas.

WILD transition in bed. As I floated out the door, I got unwittingly shrunk. Things collapsed as soon as I left. DEILD attempt, but I got uncoscnious.

A TF2 cartoon. Lots to this, but I've all but forgotten everything before waking up. DEILD attempt again, but I went unconscious again.

In the living room at home. Mom, dad, and my brother were there. They start rambling on about annoying things. I got aware. Hand rub to confirm. I only walked to the lounge when things began destabilizing. Much like in the old Looney Tunes cartoons, darkness surrounded everything except a circular space ahead. I tried forcing it away with my hands, its texture and weight like heavy cloth. But, I couldn't keep from getting surrounded. Woke up. DEILD attempt. Took a few minutes before I saw results.

Deep bout of hypnagogia. This started as a small green window spinning ahead. The vision expands to a ~36" panel. Kaleidoscopic patterns swirled in view. Eventually, neon words formed. There was a message, but I can't recall what it was. Warp into dream.

Dream 1 - Mad Warp to City

Scene 1 - Alien Madness
The visuals were very blurred, but progressively got better. I was in a realm of pure, alien madness. The ground rippled into brown and dull blue colors, phasing between liquid and a solid, chitin-like substance. Tall mounds of like material surrounded me, seemingly getting closer or further with every step I took.

Immediate warp.

Scene 2 - TOTM January 2019 Basic Task I
The visuals were a bit clearer. I was in the empty streets of a downtown area, right at the foot of vast skyscrapers, dawn light above. I flew upwards. It seemed I was bigger than normal. So, I shrunk down, if too far by going down to about a few inches in height. Anyway, with some effort, I phased through a window in the middle floors. I found myself in a busy fancy dining room. The people there initially appeared as CGI, but that was corrected in time. Either way, they were quickly alarmed at my sudden appearance (somehow seeing past my tiny form).

I floated towards a particularly crowded table. Seated there were a motley group of well-to-do folk in their thirties, six of them women, and about two men, though the latter were quickly phased out quickly. While floating around them, I gave a simple greetings, and was given one in turn. As per the TOTM, I asked them all "Where are you from?" All but one unanimously blurted out "the UK!", (despite their obviously American accent) and chortled. The last one, a brown haired woman, quietly said "the Ukraine" with a nervous smile. I settled myself on the table, then tried and continue some small talk. Suddenly, one of the women took hold of me. This startled me right out of the dream.

Spoiler for Log 1346 - Poisoned Fake:

Created Friday 04 January 2019

Got two DILDs and some fragments today. I've a feeling there were some other lucid scenes, but I seem to have forgotten them.

Scrap Group 1
Various more Shiren related dreams.

In the downstairs bathroom. I felt very dizzy. Curious, I tried floating in a crosslegged position, but only managed to fall on my back. Still, not feeling any pain made me aware. Pity things destabilized in seconds.

In the living room late at night.My nephew was up playing video games. In fact, not only was he playing a supposedly unreleased Bubsy game, but was doing so on a Game Cube. I almost figured out such absurdity.

Dream 1 - Poisoned Fake

Various unknown scenes before this point. The visuals were quite blurred. I was on a balcony outside of a fairly large house. Lucid. I shrunk myself down to a few inches. After sneaking through a half-open door, I found myself in a bedroom. A figure passed by, and planted themselves on a mattress. Momentary dream garbling and "lag" made them difficult to discern from my angle. I floated up to the ceiling, to find it was some boy.

Suddenly, a woman with tanned skin and dark hair rushed in, and viciously battered the kid with a heavy book. She then dragged him into a closet, yelling at him as she continued her assault. If her words were to be believed, she was actually the kid's mother. Eventually, the beating stop. So too did the kid's screams...

The madwoman addressed me by name. She seemed only slightly annoyed at my presence, barely reacting to my being a witness. I was wary, but I didn't say a thing. I only followed her out to another balcony indoors, hovering beside her shoulder. Down below, several people were hurrying out the front door, luggage in hand. One man called to the woman, warning that she'll miss her flight if she doesn't make haste.

We returned to the bedroom. Cue a transparent betrayal. The woman immediately snatched me from the air. Her form then changed to that of another woman, younger than before, skin pale and hair ragged and brown. She monologued on and on about the many ways she could get rid of me. In the end, she settled on the obvious choice: by eating me alive.

Well, I was prepared for this. In the blink of an eye, I became both incorporeal and invisible, then phased myself through her hands. Furthermore, I left a lifeless and, above all, toxic replica in my stead.

The woman, none the wiser, plopped the clone in her mouth like candy. She took wicked joy in chewing the copy up and savoring it for as long as possible. It took over a minute before any serious symptoms occurred, starting with stomach pains, then a sudden fever, and then trouble breathing. The woman, for her part, tried purging, but by then it was too late. Falling over, she wheezed in agony, before she stopped breathing altogether.


With that out of the way, I tried rematerializing, but couldn't. Reckoned the "clone" was my actual body, and that I needed to get it back. Disgusted, I phased into the woman's stomach to take back my remains. Good news was, this instantly restored my form intact. Bad news was, I was stuck inside a dead woman's stomach. Either way out would be unpleasant. I decided to take the, uh, oral exit. It was a tough climb, but at least I made it to the top much faster than expected.

The second I clambered out her opened maw, the dream collapsed.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am at some event or meeting, people are sitting in an amphitheater, some audience being presented. My friend Evangenlion is said to have been promoted to some political role and some people are debating whether or not he has acquired more power. I make a small intervention, where I use augmented reality to present a message. Older people can't understand it, how it works and they miss the point. Anyway, it was a warning of a "storm coming", not necessarily literal.

Later, people on the road are leaving their cars and running in panic. Some gangs now fight over controlling people and certain areas and apparently some gang is now raiding through this area. I could also run, but I need to get something vital from somewhere back. I leave my mom and her friend Analia in the car, that we hide under a crossover bridge. I tell them to run if I don't return at a certain time. I try to be on time but I get late. It's already dark and I get lost and confused. When finally I think I found the place, the area has already been taken over by this gang and they even set up tents to spend the night, They have torches to light up the area and somehow I need to go across. They actually catch me and question me and my motives to be walking around alone over there. But they let me go. I take a piss behind some bushes and they catch me again and feel grossed out. Don't ask any more questions, just ask me to leave. When finally reach the point where I left my mother, the car isn't there. But I find a police car with the door open and keys in it. I decide to take it and go find them, when my mom waves from behind a small car and we reunite in tears. Then we depart on the small car instead.

They are taking people away. Some Ukrainians were took and people say it is my fault or that I could have prevented because I work as an interpreter and they were taken because of something I said or didn't say when translating to the captors. Out of guilt I take a chance and I go around the trains at the station looking for them. I am told I won't find them because they were already taken to somewhere in the mountains, but I am not certain and keep looking for them.

Going to my childhood friend Carla's attic. I don't have the keys, so I have to wait for her. Riverstone also joins us. She flirts with him shamelessly. She goes answer some phone call. Daniel Craig appears and opens the door. He is trying to lose someone who is chasing him. The attic is a labyrinth of door and cubicles, I follow him around. We end up crossing a door and being in some middle eastern country. He disguises himself and then goes look for some guy he wants to surveil, but I don't disguise and I am spotted following him and almost endanger his mission. But to minimize damages, I leave Craig and join a group of women, pretending to be with them. Strangely, they are street hookers. Now I can't expose my cover, so I pretend to be one to. Some old fat guy comes to hire me and I can't say no, as I am still on that street where Craig surveils the other guy. I follow him and end up in a hotel where some actors I know from a comedy show are filming what appear as a porn. They tell me it is not porn, that it is meant to be just some raunchy comedy sketch for a late night comedy show. But it is pretty much porn. They don't shoot the sexual act, but all their dicks are out and erected and one other woman is naked too and a guy puts his finger inside her and tastes it. They hired me to join the film. I'm somewhat shocked and aroused at the same time.

I go to some gift shop where everything is super expensive but I only want to take a look. The girl on the register is foreign, she hardly understands me, but she realizes I don't need help and she disappears. Then some guy comes in, he also looks around, but after a quick look he finds a cage with three animals all tied up and unable to move: a sheep with two babies. I am shocked. Like, why would they have sheep in a cage? He wants to make a complaint but the girl is not back yet, so he unties the animals and provides them food and water. Then takes one of the babies on his lap and brings in a bucket with water to wash the animal. He intends to do the same to the other, but as he gives back the first ship to the cage with his mother, the mom rejects the baby, no longer recognizing its smell. I pick up the poor thing, and hold it in my arms. I confirm it is a girl sheep and cuddle her. She looks so very happy. I tell the guy she can't go back to her mom unless we find a way to make her smell again like before. The guy says forget about it, he will adopt her, he says he was planning to adopt a dog anyway.

I'm on some kind of giant (city-sized) floating airship. Aliens are invading the world below. I send off my wife and kid on some kind of dropship to get to safety, while I stay behind. Unfortunately, an alien tripod shows up and uses its heatray to blow up the dropship as it flies away. I didn't have time to mourn, because the aliens hit my airship next. There was an explosion, and I fell down. I managed to hold onto some rubble, but lost my grip fell down anyway. I was falling, and thought I was screwed. But before I hit the ground, I suddenly floated. It was instantly like I'd been 'awakened', I knew I could fly and do immense damage to the enemy. I flew towards the tripod that attacked us. I grabbed jungle liana (those rope-like things hanging from trees in the jungle) and flew in circles around the tripod until its legs were tied together and it fell. Like in Star Wars. When that tripod was down, I flew off north towards the big city. The city was under attack by several tripods. I took them out by flying into them from above and smashing them down to the ground. I think I single-handedly stopped the offensive on the city. I think I talked with some military commanders afterwards about the battle. Personally, I didn't really care about saving humanity. I only felt seething hatred for the aliens who killed my (non-existent) loved ones.

I was lucid, naturally lucid. I was outside on some pavement trying to build some momentum to fly. I normally fly with no problems at all, but occasionally, I can't. I feel too heavy to lift off the ground or I can't get up past a few feet for more than a few seconds.

I accepted that this was one of those lucid dreams where I just don't have it in me to fly.

Suddenly I was pulled FAST through time.

I saw my entire life flash before my eyes until it was over and I was dead.
It was like the entire timeline of my life was a tunnel and I was being pulled through faster than the speed of sound. I caught glimpses of everything: my kids growing up, my aging, the mundaneness of day to day life. It all happened so fast
until I was old with white hair. 82 years old.
In a hospital. And out the life tunnel I went, my life over. And I was floating in pure black nothingness. My entire life gone, far away. A mere dot of light where I once existed.

It was the end.

I had a dream that I was walking around with a woman who looked exactly like me in appearance but totally opposite in personality. She had a cooler sense of style than me, seemed to have a lot of money, and she gave off the impression that she could take care of me. She was a lesbian, but somehow had a kid the same age as mine.

The woman and I went everywhere together. She was superior to me in a lot of ways, but I suspected her superiority was an act.
I was deep into a relationship with her, but it wasn't a typical romantic relationship. It wasn't love or attraction, just that she was taking care of me in life, financially and socially.

At a family gathering, she made sarcastic comments about the people I spoke to, and she groaned about my family. I tried to defend them to her. I even stopped talking to family members mid-conversation to defend them to her. My family didn't mind her comments, or even notice them. They were just confused about my sudden silence to them.
That's when I realized: nobody could see her except me.
I was struggling to maintain relationships because of her comments. Her whispers about how awful these people were paralyzed me from my normal life. Those same criticizing comments inflicted self doubt that prompted me to change a lot about my actions. From little things like how to dress, to big things like where to live.
She tried to make me move into a big house she chose and mocked me when I expressed that I love my current home. I almost forgot about my own home in the whole process and I nearly moved in to hers.

This woman was ruling my life and making it miserable, but I clung onto her because she was stronger than me and took care of me, and I needed that. I felt fragile and gullible. I felt I didn't know what was good for myself; she did. I felt safe with her. Even though I was miserable and isolated, I feared being without her. I viewed her criticism as honesty, something that's hard to come by.

As I became more aware throughout this dream, I realized:
She was me, and her kid was actually my kid.

More accurately, was another me. One half of me or maybe an alternate version of me. She was strong and emotionless, got shit done, and kept things together. Without her, I'm sensitive, overflowing with emotion, and a mess.

In waking life, I'm bisexual and a mix of all these things. It's as if I was split into two entire people in this dream.

This was about a week ago. Very nice, long, detailed dream, with lots of background info in the dream.

I'm on a quiet street on a hill, in an old, established neighborhood with small houses and lots of trees and greens. Someone is suppose to be driving me to or from there, but there is a delay. I'm suddenly overcome with memories and realization, that the house I'm looking at, is the first house I have lived in after arriving to this country. I know the street name, I recognize the backyard with some small wooden platform serving as a patio. I recognize the tall trees around it. I know that the staircase leading from the front door is a curvy one, going down into the house. I don't want to visit the room I used to live in, because a ghost lives there. As I'm looking around, I'm remembering more and more details. After I wake up, I know this was all a false memory.

We go down the hill to the coast. Shore is a bit rocky, but there are a lot of people playing in the ocean. A small inflatable boat overturns and we wait for people to swim up, but they never show up. I'm scared to jump in the water, which is kinda choppy. But everybody stepped back, so I dive in. I want to swim under the water to the people under the overturned boat, but I surface and swim like that instead. I yell at a passing by canoe to stop and help, but they don't. I fully expect to just flip the boat upside down and see the people there in the air pocket. But my dream ends soon after I get a good feeling from saving them, but before I actually get to them. I know they are safe.

There was some kind of World War 2 battle going on. Possibly indoors, in a mineshaft? I recall being in cover, and throwing confiscated German stielhandgranate at the Germans. I forgot to pull the pin at first, which I realized after tossing two or three that didn't explode. Interestingly, the grenades were 'activated' by twisting the top, rather than pulling a cord (the pin) at the base of the handle. Anyway... I pushed forward while my allies held the line, but then more baddies showed up from the right. My allies retreated, and I was left behind. Cut off. I headed in a different tunnel, which was a dead end. I went prone behind a barrel or crate, and stayed very still. Hoping they wouldn't see me if I stayed very still and in cover. Some Germans showed up to inspect the tunnel where I was hiding, but they didn't check very thoroughly and didn't see me. There was a Springfield 1903 sniper rifle in the mud next to me, so I grabbed it and peered through the scope to observe the enemy. I was far behind enemy lines at this point. The German soldiers looked relaxed. More officers showed up, and then I saw him. Hitler himself. Having him in the sights of my sniper rifle gave me the idea of shooting him, but I realized that I'd be killed instantly. I was backed in a little corner by loads of enemies. I decided to wait, hoping I'd get a better shot and chance to escape after. This did not happen. I don't recall how it happened, but my cover was blown and I was being shot at from all sides. I was running around like crazy, occasionally shooting Germans with the rifle. Sometimes even from pretty close up, looking through the scope. Almost impossible to do in real life. Luckily, being the dreamer, the baddies all had stormtrooper aim. Eventually, I was disarmed when the rifle was knocked from my hands, and I was forced to surrender. I was more annoyed I blew this chance to assassinate Hitler.

I am with a troupe of soldiers. There are maybe a couple dozen of us. We are kayaking in a loose formation along a coast. Our double-ended oars have marshmallows skewered to the ends. We arrive at an inlet which opens up to rolling green hills with pure white classical buildings. We are greeted by a statue riding a horse who directs us to one of the nearby buildings. Inside the building I find a staircase. On one of the staircase landings, a frame with a glass pane rests on the ground, against the wall. Framed is a painting of stained glass with light shining through. For the remainder of the dream I attempt to get a picture of this painting on my phone but there is too much glare.

I am driving on a wide road that feels sort of residential. I don’t see any houses, but there are some buildings a ways back from the road. It’s raining and, judging by the puddles all around, was raining a lot harder. I round a corner with enough speed for my tire to throw water from a puddle onto a girl on the walkway by the road. The girl looks early 20s and Hispanic. She has her hood up and is carrying something with both arms. Her face is shocked and saddened. I keep driving, as I did not intend to do that, but I look in my rear view and see her still standing there, staring at me driving away. I feel really poorly and I also see the beach towel on the passenger’s side floor (the blue one that really is in my car right now), so I stop and start to reverse. The girl sees me backing up and starts to run away. I keep reversing, then stop and get out, holding up the towel. She sees it and stops and then runs to me. Her appearance is completely different; she is a really tall white girl (same age range) with dirty blond hair cut in a straight line at the bottom of her long neck. She’s wearing a slightly alternative style - flared and slightly flowing black pants, and earthy green tank top, and I think a brown vest and maybe some jewelry. There are two barbell style piercings on the vest with only the silver bead showing. The vest is worn more so around them. The first thing she does is come in for a hug. I lightly hug her with the towel. When we pull away, I see that it looks like she is about to cry. I also can smell a perfume musk and her neutral breath. I tell her that I’m really sorry and that I didn’t mean to and that I feel really bad. She tells me it’s okay. I feel tears welling up in my eyes and have to hold them back.




I am in some house, but it feels like I am working here. People come up and ask where things are and I show or tell them. The house seems small, with a low ceiling and narrow hallways with sharp turns. It seems to be unfurnished except for a few rooms. An older couple wants to know where the DVDs are, so I have them follow me. I accidentally take them to a small bathroom that seems to be at the end of a little alcove in the wall. There is a shelf in here, but no DVDs. I tell them oops, this isn’t it, I overshot it, and have them follow me to the right spot. This correct spot is a covered porch outside. It may be more of a gazebo, but it seems too close and connected to the house. Surrounding greenery compliments the wicker and woven white. The shelf of DVDs is out here. Someone is lying on their back on a lounge couch/chair with their eyes closed and a large pillow over them. Someone starts to move the pillow. The pillow is mostly concealing the body, so I think they may not even see her, but I do tell her to stop, there’s someone under there. Her eyes stay closed; I think she may be asleep or meditating.




I have gone into Discology. The building is completely different, and there are no records here. It’s still a one room shop, and there’s a large counter along one wall. (It vaguely reminds me of a dispensary?) The lighting is dim, and there are tall black shelves. It seems tidy. I think there are antiques, rocks, minerals, etc. I am walking out, but catch a glimpse of David behind the counter and feel bad about leaving without saying anything to him, so I go back in. There’s a tall black shelf to the left of the door, and on it is a geode that I start looking at. It’s probably about two feet long and one foot high, and the front is completely flat and glossy. It’s a shiny but natural red. There are veins along the top and bottom that are darker and denser than the rest of it. David seems quiet and kind of unfriendly. I have to say hi, but he says hi back nicely enough.




I am with Sage, and we are going to hike Mt. Rose. I pull into a pretty full parking lot as it is still dark out. There are a lot of people out, all starting to hike. (This place is not the Mt. Rose area or trail; it reminds me of Rancho San Rafael and the hot air balloons). The main trail is through some tan grasses right off the road going uphill. Other trails branch off, but go in the same general direction. There are people on all of them. Sage says something about high ground or staying high. I think we both have backpacks on, but I have little to no water and no food. I tell Sage I have no food and ask if she brought any. I’m worried about possibly getting faint. She says she didn’t bring any but that it’s okay because we won’t be going to the summit. She tells me she can’t go that far anyway, and I remember that she can’t. I think I took it slightly for granted that one would be able to go that far. I think we might just go to the look out, but think that’s pretty far too. We end up only going a little ways before we turn around. The weather seems very mild, maybe even spring or summer.




(Since I’m with Sage, this may be part of the last dream?) Sage and I are on a school bus. I’m thinking we’re going to get off now, but the bus turns around so that its door lines up with the door on another school bus. Both doors are opened so as to create a passage from one bus to the other. People from this bus start getting onto the other this way. Sage and I do the same. I think I’ll just have to get off at this bus’s first stop. It’s a tight fit somehow between the two buses; I sort of have to squeeze through. This bus is crowded and small. It is Alice-in-Wonderlandesque, in that it looked normal size from outside, yet tiny inside, even though the people look regularly sized. Sage is at an aisle seat only a row or two back. I can’t see an empty spot except for the first row to the right with a guy in it. I take it. I am scrunched up, and my legs take up most of the aisle, but I guess it’ll have to work. I watch the lady bus driver survey the bus and its passengers through the rear view mirror with that look that all bus drivers seem to have. I think she’s wearing a hoodie, pulled back brown hair, and dark sunglasses.




I am at Lily’s mom’s house. Dad is with me, and I think we’ve been out doing something. She looks mostly different (almost like a conglomerate of Susan and Carol, now that I think of it), with medium length blond hair. She lounges on the couch as I notice a Virtual Reality device on her head. (It looks like the picture on the box of the one at JCPenney). The black strap is at an angle like that of an eye patch, causing the device to sit on her left temple. The whole thing is very casual, almost as if it were a hat or a cellphone in a pocket. I can hear it nonchalantly talking to her. She’s talking to us and only occasionally gets distracted by the device. At its reminder, she gets up to write something on a calendar. I go with her. After she’s done writing, she tells me to sit, make myself at home. She asks if I want tea; it sounds good, though I’m not sure I say yes. I think there are spring rolls or potstickers set out on the small counter.




I am with Melissa for some Girl Scout? event. It is outside, though one section seems to be partially ‘inside’ a covering or awning. I get into a line for food that’s set out on long cafeteria style tables. The plates of food are very small and have sections like frozen food trays. I think there’s chili and rice (and something that looks like the seafood antipasto from last night). I serve myself a small portion and sit with some unfamiliar but nice seeming people. At one point, I went up to Melissa and another lady in another line. They both have wet but empty shot glasses. I see a menu advertising $2 drinks and think that must be what that is. She offers for me to smell the glass; it smells pretty good, and I can tell that it was a vodka drink. I’ve already been drinking something, otherwise I’d probably try one.




(This feels like it could’ve been at the end of the last dream). I enter a dark bathroom and go to turn the light on, but the switch does not work. I quickly try it a few times more before the realization hits me: I am in a dream. I look into the mirror and at my reflection as the thought is going through my mind that I am dreaming. Instantaneously, I hear screaming and/or another loud noise and watch as my reflection fades away into darkness.




I am coughing up copious amount of phlegm, thick and brownish, into a white sink. (*This felt quite realistic. Shortly before bed last night I had to spit into the sink).




I am in bed with Melissa. She is naked, and I think I am too. I seem to have my body positioned correctly on the bed, while her head is towards the other side. I am touching her. At some point, I realize there are two of her, like a corporeal reflection (the axis of symmetry possibly my body). They are exactly the same, though I can just tell the one on the left is the reflected version. The two bodies come closer together, closer still, until their exposed clitorises are touching. When they do, I can sense and feel the sensual and sexual ecstasy and pleasure