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Good morning, everybody. I'm not sure if the third and fourth dreams are two dreams or actually just one. But I think they are two.

Dream #1

I was in an office building with one of my old co-workers, CT. The floor we were on was very lonely. Everything was grey and dim, and it felt like it was under construction. And yet, it also had a hazy kind of romantic feeling to it, like in a Hong Kong movie from the 1990s.

I think either our company had just moved into this building or else our company was just starting up. CT and I were the first people to come to work in this building, other than our boss, who had just left. CT and I sat in the same group of cubicles in a little offshoot of the office floor right before the elevator bank. We sat back to back, a little bit caddy-corner, and set apart from each other by about 2 meters.

Work was getting a little bit boring. Suddenly, CT said, "Well, I'm going to cut out early for lunch. And I'm going to be gone for a while. I'm going to take my kid out to do a few things."

I was a little struck by how CT could just up and leave for a few hours so brazenly on our first day. But I figured I'd head to lunch as well. I had a bunch of stuff on top of my desk, including some really beautiful, silver netbook. I began piling all the stuff into one of my desk drawers so I could lock it up. I figured that since there was nobody on the floor to watch my stuff while I was gone, it would be a good idea to lock it up.

CT may have waited for a second while I was locking stuff up. She didn't lock any of her stuff up. She may have gotten impatient with me for locking my stuff up. I may possibly have decided not to lock up my stuff after all, just because I felt like I was slowing CT down. CT and I may have gone to the elevator bank together.

CT was now gone. I was either down in or imagining some mall-like area on the ground floor or basement of this building. It was a long, white corridor with a clear roof letting in cold, grey light from outside. The roof may have been gridded with a wood frame. It felt quiet and lonely, even though there were people around. At some point there may have been a ramp downward that now reminds me of some of the sloping floors and corridors in Grand Central Station.

Dream #2

There was a princess who looked like a mix between Tilda Swinton in Orlando and Geoffrey Rush (???). I think that sometimes she looked really pretty and then other times the Geoffrey Rush face took over, and then other times it was really a mix of both. The Princess had rich, red hair. She wore a big, red dress with gold designs on it.

The princess was by herself in a small chamber. The chamber had medieval furnishings, like in a painting of a scholar's chamber. The princess stood before a red curtain with gold designs on it. The atmosphere was silent. The princess suddenly froze and listened. I couldn't hear anything, but apparently the princess heard a lot.

There was some sort of plot against the princess, probably against her life altogether. She was listening closely to people talking a few rooms away about this plot.

Now the princess was in a room with a young man. The young man wore green pants, a flowing, white shirt, and some kind of tan, leather vest. He had jaw-length, curly hair, a broad, tan face, and a goatee. He sat at a table while the princess spoke to him either about some situation in her kingdom or about the danger she personally was in.

Suddenly the princess stopped talking and bent her ear to another curtain (again red and gold) to listen to sounds that were completely inaudible to me. The man couldn't hear anything, either, but he seemed to understand that the woman was in danger, or at least serious about her feelings of being in danger.

Dream #3

I was walking through some kind of clean, suburban neighborhood, even though I was apparently in New York City. It was a bright, sunny day.

I was walking toward some park at which I would be running a volunteer event. I was walking into a neighborhood with which I wasn't familiar, and even though the neighborhood looked really clean and nice, I was still afraid of being caught here alone. I walked up a long, swelling hill with a wide road and sidewalk. I went under the cool, blue shade of some trees.

For a little while, I looked down at my shadow. I was thinking to myself about the event I was heading to. It was at a park I was unfamiliar with. But, at the same time, this unfamiliar park was a park I always hosted volunteer events in.

I had been planning not to do this event, as I was pretty sure I'd never be able to find the park. But then I "remembered" a conversation with the woman headed park events at my regular park. It was like the "memory" was happening in the present, as if she were speaking to my via a "memory phone." She told me that the park was where it always had been, so I shouldn't have any trouble finding it.

Realizing that the woman from the old park would be at the new park, I figured I would do the event after all. One of the few things, I thought, that had kept me from doing this particular event had been the fact that this woman would not be there. But now she would be there, so I would do the event.

(At this point I may have woken up. I lay in bed and began reasoning with myself that the woman being at the event wouldn't be a reason for me to stay on a project in waking life. I like the woman, but I often feel kind of thrown to the side by her.)

Dream #4

Somewhere in a city at night, there was a small group of vampires. Everything was colored a deep red-orange. One vampire was a really sexy, punky looking girl with short, blonde hair in a square style. She wore a black leather jacket and a tight shirt with thin, horizontal stripes. She began talking about fighting.

I was now on a subway train, going above ground. It was still a dim, red-orange night. Pulling into a station, the train paused in front of what looked like some kind of rooftop basketball court for a high school. I saw it through a chainlink fence.

There was another group of vampires. These vampires were all dressed like ultra-moe girls, in extremely colorful and cartoony lolita dresses. One vampire girl in particular wore a vivid, pink dress with a wide, sapphire-blue ribbon at the waist. Under her skirt was a petticoat (? is that what they're called?) with tons of pale-pink lace. She wore a broad-brimmed, pink had with a bow on it, and she had her blonde hair in chunky ringlets.

I think one moe vampire girl (not the girl who stood out to me) was going to have to fight all the other girls by herself. I couldn't tell whether this was training for the girl from her friends, or whether the girl was actually fighting all the other vampires as enemies.

The girl had a gigantic length of rebar in her arms. I kind of identified with her at this point. The girls charged at her. She may have taken some kind of fighting posture.

Suddenly I was in a bright, fluorescent-lit room that was full of people. The room was kind of big. It was in some kind of school or recreation center. The room was right next to a huge cafeteria, which was also full of people.

All around me were black, teenage boys. One boy to my left tapped my shoulder to get my attention, as if I had been in some kind of really deep reverie. I looked at the boy. He looked a little older than his age. His face was kind of stubbly. He wore a grey and black sweater. He looked lonely, sad, and kind of dull.

I now kind of had the memory of the woman from the park (from the previous dream) talking to me in the cafeteria and telling me that the volunteer event wasn't scheduled to start for a while, so I should feel free to wander around, and then walking away from me.

The boys all around me asked me if I was okay. I told them I was. Most of them headed away. But two guys stuck near me. One was definitely a boy. But the other was so tall and worn-out and old looking that I thought he must have been the other boy's father. This guy asked me what I was doing here.

I told him that I was here with a volunteer group, and that we were going to do some kind of art project with all the kids here. The other volunteers had apparently not arrived yet. The two guys seemed to think I was cool. They lost interest in me and walked away, maybe waving at me as they left.

I was now in some room that seemed to be getting set up for an art exhibition. The place seemed to be in complete dissaray, with packing materials everywhere. Some moving guys were putting paintings up on walls.

One painting was already up on the wall to my right. It looked a bit like Jackson Pollock's "Stenographic Figures," (?) except that it was humongous, maybe 4 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide.

The painter, a tall, young, white man with a head of really frizzy, brown hair, stood before the painting. A camera crew was filming the young man for a kind of Reading Rainboy-esque educational TV show. The painter had some kind of miniature model of his painting near him somewhere, and he was using it as a sort of queue.

The young man said something like, "I work on my paintings a lot by instinct. And now-- I have the instinct to put one last touch on my painting. Right... here."

The painter squiggled a yellow line in the lower left quadrant of the picture. It was near a place in the painting that somehow looked like white stairsteps. The yellow looked like upside-down stairsteps, in a way. The painter filled in the yellow a bit more, but left some of the space with just the line.

The painter now pointed out how the squiggly yellow line echoed a part of the painting really close to the bottom left corner of the painting, and that that was why he had put it there. That made sense to me. But something about it also seemed artificial and hypocritical. The man was performing for the TV, but he was also rehearsing for when the kids and volunteers came by. I thought, How much thought does this guy give his work, if he can just paint over it at whim whenever he's standing with a group in front of what's supposedly a finished product?

Nevertheless, I thought it was really cool to have seen this young man in person. He was pretty well known in some circles of the art world. For some reason I thought I would contact my brother and let him known I'd seen this guy.

I was now walking back into the cafeteria, which was just swarming with people. As I walked into the room, two women on roller skates passed me. One was a younger woman, maybe a schoolgirl. The other was probably older, maybe close to being old enough to be the girl's mom.

Both girls wore very small, moe-maid-style dresses. Passing me, the older woman bent over a lot, revealing her rear end to me. I was pretty sure that I saw that she was wearing diapers. She also seemed to be wearing a pair of dark purple panties over the diapers. I couldn't quite believe my eyes. I looked again, but the woman had already stood back up.

I walked through the huge crowd of people. As I did, I saw the rollerskate girls skating in the distance, past wide doorways on the cafeteria wall to my right. The younger girl may have been pushing the woman.

Dream #5

I was in a big, empty room like a dance studio with a big, wooden floor. The room was clean and full of pale, bright daylight.

In the center of the room a female interviewer sat in a chair. Before her, Sigmund Freud sat on a green (velvet?) sofa. He didn't recline on the sofa. He actually sat on its edge. The sofa was on a nice (oval?) rug. The interviewer's chair may possibly have been on the rug as well.

Freud looked like a mix between his young, strong self, and his older self. He was slimmer than his younger self, and his face had the older, wiser look. But he didn't look ravaged by cancer at all. Freud wore a nice, but kind of modern-looking, tan suit. The interviewer may have worn a feminine-looking, tan suit.

Freud sat with his hands folded between his legs. He began talking about life with cancer. He said that the worst part of cancer wasn't the cancer itself, or even having to lose parts of your body to cancer.

"The worst part," Freud said, "is all the stuff you have to go through to get rid of the cancer. And then, once you've gone through it all, you go along for a little while, and then you find out you have cancer again. You have to go through the process all over again."

Freud began listing off all the cancer therapy processes one had to go through. They sounded progressively worse, until finally said, "But maybe I should stop talking about this. It's getting too depressing."

(Side note, 1/22/11, 7:13 PM -- I just got back from watching two movies in Manhattan. One was the anime Evangelion 2.0. The other was an Indian film called Dhobi Ghat.

Both films are excellent. Evangelion is like a Bible to me, so I can't really comment impartially on that one. But Dhobi Ghat is freaking amazing, one of the few great movies I've seen in years.

One of the key moments in Dhobi Ghat involves an artist unpacking his paintings. Both the art style and the unpacking of paintings are very similar to the images from dream #4 above. In addition, the artist in my dream looked very much like the character Peace (?) in the film.

I believe that I kind of previewed the film images in my dream. I seem to have wacky precognitive moments like this occasionally. I guess everybody does. I wish they could be about something more useful. But even when they're pretty useless, like this, they're still fun.)

I have a feeling I went lucid last night, but I can't remember.
NON LUCID-WONDER
I listen to my album, Wonder. The song was called Save Me From Myself. Vividness: 4/5
NON LUCID-Fragments
Spongebob (the show) was on my iPod. Then something about a baby. That's related to it, because I was watching a movie on my iPod about it yesterday. It was sad, I remember that much. Vividness: 3.5/5

1 hour of sleep, no dreams recorded.

Fragments are all I have left of the whole, but still enough to tell a short story.

First fragment was my teeth. I don't remember if I've ever had a dream with teeth falling out, though it seems common in dream dictionaries. My teeth were coming out in bonded multiples, with blood and yet no pain. I could taste it though, reminded me of the unpleasant smell when filing fingernails.

Next fragment had far more detail. I don't remember who I was, may have been just along for the ride as that happens often. Sometimes a part of the person's consciousness, in varying degrees of course. This was a woman in a lawless time...could very well be Vietnam, though along the coast. Very warm water but muddy and stagnant. It was an estuary of sorts, ravaged by war and choked thick with jungle. Everybody traveled by shallow boats, no bigger than five people per dingy. It was a terrible time, so much that gender no longer played a role in daily life. It was past the typical genocide you see in Africa, as in past that event in the timeline.

Groups of soldiers with tattered and incomplete uniforms would patrol the rivers and coast with poorly maintained weapons in small, laughable boats that were no different than any other. The woman I was attached to in consciousness was a broker, making a living on dumping bodies up river. She was tired and numb to her beauty, though I was not. Dark hair, a bit curly, not entirely from this area. I don't remember seeing her eyes, though I would imagine them dull and empty reflections of her mind. It was survival and fear, tinged with a bit of hope.

She was the person to seek for discrete operations. Her boat was different. It was a huge buoy, something that may have been once used in the deep sea, modified heavily into a slow boat with the capacity to carry at least ten bodies.

I joined her just as she was starting the day. She lived in an industrial area, widely vacant and broken from constant war. It was part of a harbor of sorts, as the lower portion of this warehouse had some enclosed docks. To the side of the docks was an open area, fenced in with no view. This was the junkyard, a combination of fresh bodies and miscellaneous vehicles they arrived in. I'm not sure but I get the feeling they arrived without her assistance, anonymous almost.

She was the broker alright, but still retained some sort of anonymity. I don't remember the smell, perhaps because she no longer noticed it. As she came down from her living area, to which I know little more than it existing on the second floor of the warehouse, she walked to the junkyard to find her daily chore waiting. Indifference was her mood, not casual mind you, but a mind numb with casualties.
---break in the dream---
She loaded the buoy and set out into the sea, keeping close to the shoreline. As she slowly made her way towards the inlet of a river, her buoy caught on something. It was a common net trap of sorts, weighed down by makeshift anchors to hide just beneath the surface and entangle the propeller of a boat. The trap wasn't much of a concern to her, it was the soldier patrols that kept her on edge. She liked to keep her exposure to those dogs at a minimum distance. Her boat pulled free of the net trap begrudgingly and stopped short of the river mouth.
---break in the dream---
She had another boat, small, though I don't know where it came from. She also had some friends with her one woman and two dolphins. The dolphins were playful and didn't seem to even be bothered by the bodies. The two women made their way up a small muddy river and finally came to the supposed place where they had planned to dump the bodies.

Her friend (woman) was also not from this area, with blond hair that was unkempt from the horrid work they did. She had a lighter mood though, and much concern for her/me. As we were laboriously moving the bodies into the reeds a dolphin came up to me, a friend with no name. He/she chirped at me as the dull sound of a motor came from*upriver. I get the feeling it was a friendly warning, as ridiculous as it sounds. It was a patrol. Quickly I told the dolphin to submerge her/himself through a few facial expressions and a gentle tap between the fluke and the dome. The dolphin almost seemed to smile...(it made sense in the dream) and submerged, just as the patrol boat passed by. Soldiers did not like dolphins, and shot them on sight without hesitation. I don't know exactly what it was that we did but it drew no attention from the patrol and they soon disappeared down the river. [end]

There are more fragments, unrelated, but too personal to share.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Slept for a long time as usual, and ended up having more fragments than dreams.

23.30: Sleep

09.00: Fragments
*I'm playing CoD. I'm on a beach in some jungle country and there are wooden houses everywhere. There are several "support" classes to choose from and I choose one with a slim rocket launcher. I try to use it on a helicopter but it doesn't work. Walking down the street, I spot an enemy up ahead. I jump and crouch and fire off a few bursts. He dies and the game ends. I can see my kill in replay.

*I'm at my own appartment and Monica is there with me. I walk into the kitchen and look at some kind of calendar with sexy girls on it. I find a dildo looking thing, with a small hole in it. Apparently it's a thin plastic vagina.

09.00: Ice
I'm standing next to a frozen lake. An ambulance zooms across it and I'm afraid it's going to break through the ice. Long tracks are made in the snow and it makes it to the other side without falling through. I walk out on the ice and walk to the shore on the other side. A wave suddenly rips through the ice and I brace myself for the impact as a large chunk of ice heads towards me. There's a woman ontop and she's screaming. She hits the water but I don't. I drag her out of the water and tell her to take her clothes off. She thinks I'm a pervert and I have to tell her it's so that she won't freeze to death. I take my pants off and tell her to put them on instead. "What about you?" she asks me. "I didn't fall in, so I'm not wet, I'll be alright" I tell her.

09.17: Money and snowboarding
I'm in a small pool with another guy inside. There are two other people next to us in another pool and there is money everywhere in the water. The pools are slowly filling with water and it's like I'm in a big game of some kind. I grab all 100 bills I can find and after a minute or two, an alarm sounds. Game over. I compare my amount of money to the other people. My sister's ex boyfriend is there and he shows me a receipt of some kind. "I got snowboarding stuff" he tells me. I find a receipt myself and it's just on some candy. We walk down a road and talk for a while. Suddenly I notice that my pile of bills is very small.

"Oh shit, I must have dropped them" I say and head back. My friend Felix calls me and we talk for a while. I realise that he has no idea what I'm doing or where I am, but I just left him. "Are you some kind of doppelganger or what?" I ask him. I hang up and find some of my receipts. I head back and I spot people skiing. There's a big slope with different lifts. My friend G takes off in a motor driven lift, where you have to race uphill to catch the anchor. I don't feel like going on that one, so I strap on my snowboard and head down. I walk up to the two seated lift and Monica is suddenly next to me. We go on it and talk on the way up. "I dreamt this once" I tell her.

12.00: Pissed brother
I'm on my balcony with my brother just chilling. It's night out and my neighbours above are having a party. My brother gets pissed off at them and I try to calm him down. Some guys lean out of the balcony and talk to us. Martin keeps yelling and I tell them I'm sorry. "You've been doing great these past months" I tell them. "No partying and nothing, it's great, just don't party all night". A very fat guy starts talking. "Hey, what did you do yesterday? You started talking about your own computer problems when I was talking about mine, and you cut in line with hotdogs, what's up with that? It's like G when he's drunk, not OK dude, not OK" I remember being very drunk the other night and I apologize to him for being an ass.

12.00: Fragments
*Playing wow.

*I'm gambling on a machine and it's going good. I get some kind of bonusgame as always.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, 200 ml applejuice

That's it! Was kinda close to getting lucid, but I haven't put in any effort at all this week due to being sick. Have a minor cold atm and it's making me lazy. Oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I am with T&K and J&J and we are talking about my mom's birthday. T is telling me things to write down, and I remember writing "spinach". Then I am talking to K in the driveway of the house I grew up in and she is getting little S out of a minivan. I'm putting together a plate of lettuce and it's all white and yellow. Back to another part of the dream, we are all sitting in T&K's kitchen with my mom and T predicts my mom saying "Is everyone feeling alright?" and then she says that... I am holding a keyboard but all the letters are kind of glazed over and can't be used.

...

At the bottom of the driveway of the house I lived in growing up, there's a crazy party going on. I see people parasailing and kitesurfing (even though there's no water).. I even see someone like "The Fan Man" from Florida. Then I am holding on to a spool of kite string and there's someone at the end of it, flying up in the air.. talk about extreme sports. I can't tell who it is but I know they are having a good time even though I'm freaking out about dropping them. I see in the air there are people hanging around like kites. I relax a little and start running with my kite spool and flying person.

22.01.2011

Most Emotional Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

October was the last time I had a LD. I finally had another one. Although not exciting, it was touching.

1. I was at my house playing a video game for the playstation. The game was a shooter game, and there was some odd things about it. First of all, you had to pick two sets of two characters. Each character would give you a different skill, such as more bullets, different guns, etc. The second weird thing is that you don't actually use the characters you select. You use yourself as a character. The final weird thing is you only get like, 10 bullets per gun, and you have to find a gun... by killing an enemy. The levels were easy, and it led me to make a crazy decision.
I decided to buy a cat. I don't remember what it looked like because I don't believe I even saw it. I am assuming it probably looked like either Tiger or Boots. I had a canopener and I put some catfood in my dog's food bowl. My dog wanted the food, so I knew I couldn't feed my cat here! I did feel bad, however, that I ignored my dog. I did not want him to get sick!
I was at my grandpa's house and went upstairs. I put some catfood in the bowl, so now there was double the catfood! My cousin Kyle came into the room and said he had to use the bathroom. He went into the bathroom, so I decided to play the video game again.
This level of the video game felt lifelike, so I chose my characters, and began to play. It was in a desert area, and of course, I had a limited amount of bullets. I cleared most of the bad guys in the main area, but when I went to a door, enemies just poured out! I died. I decided to try this tactic again, but use another door. It also failed.
I was sitting on the bed without the game and I did a nose-pinch RC. I was able to breathe! I was happy I finally had a lucid after all of this time. I looked to my left, and I saw my grandma. I was in shock. (My grandma passed away years ago, and I never dreamt of her before.) She came up to me and said "I'm sorry that I came to your dreams last." I was trying not to cry, thinking I possibly my grandma's spirit came to me. I had so much to ask her. She sat down on the bed besides me, wearing the pink night gown she always wore, and said, "Remember, the Eagle Church has only one lane free of snow."
I woke up at my grandpa's house on the bed still. I quickly wrote down in my DJ the quote about Eagle Church, and I almost began to cry. I called my cousin, but he was still in the bathroom, so I decided to play the game some more. I cleared out the main area, but this time, I found a gun. I opened the door where the most enemies come out, and I tried to kill as many as I could. I cleared off about half of them, but I know I killed all of the robots. I jumped on a ledge, and they could not reach it. They walked down a ramp to get it, so I jumped off the ledge onto the main ground and ran through the door.
After going through the twisted, narrow, corridors, I came to a room filled with lava. I jumped on some Egyptianesque platforms, and a voice filled the room. It was some Evil God that was talking to me. He said that I was so skilled that he will now befriend me. A female ninja overheard this and was very angry.

2. I was at my house, with none other than my cousin Kyle. We were going to be looking for ghosts, so we split up. As I walked to my sister's room, I heard the sound of two axes hitting each other. I tried to ignore it as I went into her room. The room was actually clean. I turned on my LED flashlight, which revealed small, green dots on the carpet leading to the window. Maybe it was alien footprints, or maybe it was ectoplasm. I don't remember the rest of the investigation, but I told my sister what we found. She left the house, along with everyone else. I was scared to be alone with the ghosts, so I quickly went on the computer.

saturday the 22th of january 2011
So this night went pretty crappy regarding dreams. Still had no lucid dreams yet :/
Anywho i recall very few fragments from 2 dreams:

Dream fragment 1
i remember my danish teacher from school admitting he is a little hard on us sometimes and he will try to be more human and stuff like that.

Dream 2
I were having math on the school. Of some reason we were calculationg something with a orange juice box and we had to devide that by 4 and it would always give 1 - WTF?
It made no sense to me in the dream or IRL

I dreamed i had a group (on a site, i think it was Hyves, a dutch version of Twitter/facebook, the "stay in touch/meet friends sites)
My group was about Anime Fans.
I checked everyday how much member i had.
first 20, next day 19, and suddenly 15.
So i started to scream:" WHY DO PEOPLE LEAVE MY GROUP?! WHYYYYYYY!"
(i got really angry )

and then it ended.

Nothing much to report unfortunately, I'd like to blame my drunken state but that usually makes my dreams more vivid. Hopefully now I'm doing a dj my recall will improve though!

Only one thing to report - when I awoke I heard an alarm going off which definitely wasn't mine, not sure how to explain this!!

Oh and I just remembered that I MAY have had a dream about improving my grammar but it's a very hazy fragment.

EDIT: Just had a slight recall of a dream where somebody was trying to intimidate me with loads of psychobabble. The person next to me was shocked at how deep he was cutting but I came back with an incredible argument about how he was only using pop psychology and actually understood nothing about the subject so he backed down. I think he may have been the "Grint" out of the programme teachers. I could tell that the person next to me found this very impressive.

I had a DILD that originated from from a chase dream. The only thing I really remember actively doing was to jump through a fence by phasing through it. The rest of it I was pretty low lucid and just noticing that the dream was working to my advantage. IE...whatever I was running rum, I didn't really stop.

I also had another military dream...I was at the hospital and I had just gotten off of leave. I was talking to this lady who looked like a combination of several people, but I really couldn't pinpoint who she was, or her rank. She was stressed out about something, and was telling us some story. She wanted me to send a picture text of myself to her so she could update her phone number.

Also had another dream where I was supposed to get dropped off at my house, but instead my cousins saw a party going on a few houses before that. Went there, and couldn't get in the house because we didn't know anyone, but there was some more people hanging outside. We started talking to a few people over there, and it turns out they knew most of the people there.

Real-life situation: I've just found out my lifeboat dayjob is drying up (no more rent-paying work for me).

Recurring dream theme: I'm still working at my old regular-hours job in a hospital psychology department while doing tech writing on the side. (In real life, I left the hospital job 11 years ago and now pay my rent through tech writing for one client only while building up a resume, reel and contacts as an actor - which is scary but it's what I love to do.)

The dream: I've just come back from two weeks' vacation where I'm on set. I'm swimming from central Toronto back to the outlying area where the job was. I'm in a lake swimming close to shore, with a swimming coach calling out that these waves can be high - four feet high! - and to watch out for whales. Suddenly I feel a slimy, living presence pressing upward against me as I'm swimming. It seems to be a whale, but then I notice it's a manatee. Only I don't think of the word manatee - I think "cow-fish". This cow-fish follows me and rubs up against my leg like a cat.

The cow-fish follows me out of the lake. I climb up and find a towel hanging on a hook and dry myself off. I'm at the doorway to the hospital. I go in - discreetly, because I know I didn't tell Human Resources that I'd be off for two weeks - and try to find my office.

My office walls have been torn down and when I open the door, I'm outside in an enclosed courtyard. There are plants and carefully cultivated soil. I decide to go by the office of Joni, the receptionist there in the 80s, and try to find out what's going on.

On the way, Dan comes out of the men's washroom. I say hi to him. He stops me. "Navy," he says, "in this department, we have a policy concerning attendance. So far this year, you've been delinquent in attendance for 1057 days."

"What?" I answer. "No - look, I just got back - I'm looking for Joni. I can't deal with this at the moment. I'll talk to you about it later."

I find Joni, about to talk paperwork to the chief psychologist in the corner office. Meanwhile, I'm looking for my cats. Gonzo, the male cat, is in my office growling at the cow-fish, which now looks like a black foot-diameter cross between an angelfish and a terrier.

I grab a big tupperware container and go into the supply room to find Mimsie, the female, Gonzo's littermate. She's nowhere to be seen. Finally my sister Berta shows up and says, "I hope you don't mind - I substituted your big tupperware containers with these smaller ones. I didn't - you know - (shudder) - want you to - put a cat into something that food would be stored in later - you know?"

Ahhh, got it. I made another mistake.

A 12-year-old boy spots Mimsie in the supply room. "She's on top of the cow-fish!" he cries.

I put Mimsie into the small container, which has a bit of water in it. It's a tight squeeze, but she's only a five-month-old kitten. Then I go to talk to Joni. She's been crying. I ask her what's wrong and she says, "I'd only show these tears to you. I didn't get the kids."

I have no idea what she's talking about, but I sympathize and squeeze her arm. I offer any help I can. Then I tell her Dan just pretty much fired me. She smiles through her tears and says, "Great!! Now you can throw yourself full-time into what you've always wanted to do." We're hugging. She continues, "I mean, you're in your late 50s..."

"Late 40s," I correct her smilingly. I'll fight for those extra ten years!

I pass by Dan, who is sitting in one of the very informal meetings we're having, and he's shushing me. He starts talking about how I show up whenever I please and wear jeans and bring my cats to stay at work. "Aw, for God's sake, Dan," I retort, "Seth shows up carrying a bat and wearing a baseball cap! And Brianna with that piano in her office? Things have never been strictly protocol around here!!"

We get into a physical fight. I pull some martial arts moves on him. Someone pulls us away from each other.

I yell after him, "So you really are the Frank Burns of this Mash unit!!" Pause. "I said that to Seth 20 years ago during my first week!"

He's ignoring me. I go into my office to find Gonzo. By this time, Mimsie's head has swelled with water and she's turned into liquid. I quickly open the container, find her chest, and to CPR on her. The swelling in the head turns out to be a waterlogged white mouse that's stuck to her forehead. As soon as I remove the mouse, she stirs and awakens. She sees Gonzo, who is a full-grown cat, and she immediately grows to adult size.

My mom shows up from where she works in administration. I let her know what's going on. "I'm not in the mood to hear any whining," she says. "We have to go."

22.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a zoo where most of the animals were birds. They were placed in cages at different floors, It was sort of a building with no walls, you could reach the top floors by climbing cages, vissible from outside. A few times I went to the cages and climbed them to reach the top ones. There was a particular bird I wanted to see but just couldn't find . Someone told me that the bird was just in front of me, but the cage was hanging from the ceiling and my view was blocked. I climbed down a bit and saw the bird.

Suddenly I heard a monkey yelling at me. It was a small thing, yellowish in colour and with very sharp teeth. I got scared and climbed down quickly and started to run away, but the monkey jumped down from the cages and bit my hand. Then I woke up.

As it has always been for me with the lucid dreams, since the beginning of the dream I had the feeling that something was wring or weird. I am in my appartment and it's pretty dark, I remember clearly the shape of the room I'm in, but I don't remember seeing any furniture or anything, and it's semi-darkness, I don't know where the light is coming from. Suspecting I might dream, I look at my hand but it seems normal. I don't want to give up and keep staring at it, and then suddenly a sixth finger appears like it grows from one of the others, and it starts to move weirdly around. Now I am sure I am dreaming and I'm not too excited or anything, and think what I should do. I remember I wanted to try to summon T, and I go towards the bathroom thinking that she will be there when I open the door. Thinking back about it though, I don't think I tried hard enough, and I was hurrying too much.

When I open the door the light is on but she is not there, but I'm not that disappointed and just think of something else to do. The mirror above my sink is gone, and I remember reading that mirrors are weird in dreams, and decide I want to see how I look like. There is a huge mirror in my shower, and I just look at it and see myself. I'm wearing the same clothes as the day before, the blue shirt with snowflake and red trousers, and there is something wrong with the reflection, but it's not as bad as I thought. I think my head is slightly deformed or something, but my hair and body look pretty much normal. I'm not sure I remember seeing my reflection move though, now it seems like it was some kind of a picture. Then I get bored and walk out of the bathroom and say something like "Dream guide, let's meet", but this obviously doesn't work either.

Then after that I just woke up or lost the lucidity, but I remember dreaming about posting the LD here, though I'm not sure if it was the next dream or if I just lost it and then continued to normally dream that dream again.

It was pretty cool though, even though it was just a minute long or so, but trying to summon T and my dream guide were two of my goals, and the most important ones. And I'm happy I tried the mirror.

REMINDER: This is just a personal DJ that helps me with remembering my dreams. So it's just a normal, non interesting, boring dream meant just for documentation.

So I can't remember the start, but I remember going with my friend Me. from our hanging place Met. to the main railway station. He is telling me about a video project he's doing with some other band (it has something to do with a place where you pay people to drug you and then you have this wicked place you can hang). When we get to our destination, it's not a station but just a rail track with some modern train wagons on it (the first part train wagons, the one where the trainmaster is usually), but they are not normally on the rail but sideways ===/ /=== like this, but theyre wheels are normally attached to the railway. Theres grass all around. I go to one of them, the one far on my left (it looked like it was out of the railway the others were on), it looked kind of like there was a suite inside or something. So I go and say to my friend, wouldn't it be awesome if this one was open (I really didn't expect it to be), so I try to open it and I fail. So after that disappointment, we go back (don't know why) and my friend Do. appears out of nowhere. They say they must catch the bus nr. 5. I ask Do. about the project the were doing with Me. but he corrects Me. with some details about how the floor is and that theres light (coming out of the floor or something like that). Although we are suddenly in Ši. by the railtracks, they find a bus station where the 5 stops and I tell them they can wait there. I go on alone and think if someone is still waiting for me at the rehearsal place, because I remember not locking it and having the keys. I am still in šiška walking towards where I train karate, thinking it's the rehearsal place, but my mom comes in the room and wakes me on my way. I just grabbed my bag under my shoulder.