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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.

- Real life and comments.
- Non-Lucid Dreams
- Lucid Dreams
* Special feelings and other things *

Cuted by a stupid boy.
Today I dreamed about one stupid guy that one day i will kill him ( there aren't words to expres my hate ).

I was in a bus, with a lot of people ( this remember me when i went by bus, to the school, 2 years ago). The boy told me:
-You never will win a fight, Jordi, you're a useless for fight.
I sigh and respond very angry:
-Repeat this it in the street.

Suddenly we are in the street, ready for fight.

I attacked him with a powerful kick, but he, but he pulls out a knife and cut me across the top of the leg, it hurt me, but not as much as I expected.

The dream finish.

I have woken up quite angry, but when I had seen my leg, it continues hurting me, but much less, it was a strange feeling.

I'm in a grocery store but all of the items on the sparse shelfs look old and half-consumed. I realize I have to buy groceries anyway, so I go to get a hand basket. I think I see some, but when I get there, they are plastic boxes (like the kind some baked goods commonly come in) filled with half-eaten bags of chips and other stuff that looks like trash. I'm mildly disgusted, but find a grocery cart and go back into the store. I realize that I'm living in my hometown again and have a really crappy job and wonder what it will take for me to get out of there.

The grocery store doesn't seem to have walls. Beyond the shelfs there is just a vague grayness that fades to black. It's small too, and there isn't much color.

Blah, it was weird, I was a character in some RPG game. I was fighting some monsters with my party. The place looked kinda familiar, but well...That's all I remember.

Awake Non-Lucid

I walk down a windy, empty street. Leaves blow down the road. Houses are on either side of me, dark brown and old fashioned looking. Something's wrong.

I hear voices in a house to my right. Straightening up, I walk over, climb the steps to the door, and let myself in. Inside are three people. They stop what they're doing and stare at me. Two of them are girls and one is a boy. One of the girls smiles. She's tall and pale, with long dark tight curls and freckles. The other is smaller and more plain looking, although she has scrape marks on the sides of her face. The boy looks more related to the first girl. He's smaller, but has the same pale skin and freckles.

The first girl introduces herself as Laura. I don't get the names of the other people. She says her sister is paralysed. I feel incredibly wary. Something's wrong.

"Do you have a power?" She asks, her eyes narrowing. Well of course I do. I can fly. She seems to know the answer and pulls out a knife. I jump high as she slices at me, and shoot myself up the stairs. They obviously have powers, but I don't know what. Up the stairs, I find a hole like portal. I jump down it.

I land in a dark, damp room. The tiles are slick with mud, and there's barely any light at all. The walls are rusted and mould grows along the corners. Hell, I'm in fear of my life and I don't care who gets in my way now. I walk along, and find an old haggard woman pushing a broken trolley. She's hunched over, with straw-like hair and lines all over her face. Her body shakes. I keep away from her, thinking she might be in league with the others.

There's dark stairs to my right. I hover near them, but it looks nasty. I walk towards doors instead and push them open into a bright lobby area. Business people are walking around. The furniture is all black and white. I can't get rid of the nagging feeling that this place is wrong. Something's wrong.

There they are! Laura and her siblings. The girl is in a wheelchair. I lift myself from the floor and hover in the air. I try to shoot past, but as I cross the girl, I freeze mid-air. I fight to move, but can't. Laura stands in front and stares up at me, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"You see, she may not be able to move herself. But she can move things within a distance."

I gaze at the girl, but she avoids my eyes. "My brother here, is the one who tracked you down." Laura hisses.

"What do you want!?" I shout, still fighting the bound. Wait. I feel something. Energy. I can feel her power. I cling to the energy and fight it with my own. I weaken it and beat it down. A voice rings through the lobby saying "Power de-Synchronised" in a mono-tone, computer voice.

The girl turns pale grey, and she slumps over, dead. I shoot through the glass and into the fields beyond. I climb higher and higher, pushing at the air behind my feet to keep aflight. The fields are beautiful. It's twilight, and the fields are golden. They ripple, and the trees are in shades of red and orange.

Something's behind me. I spin in the air, finding Laura and her brother behind me. What? That's not their power! Wait... I can see that they're using their energy to fuel the flight. I drop down to avoid Laura's knife. "What do you want!? What are you trying to accomplish!?"

As soon as I bellow this, I know the answer. She wants the world. In my mind I see towering cities of enslaved people. I can see how she forced her siblings into using their powers for her. I can see how she dropped through the portal and used the hag as a guard. How she went down the dark, evil steps to the taggled wires of an energy station, where she would gain control of this world. I know this is not my world, not the one I belong to. But I try to save it anyway.

I fight her brother's energy, tears falling from my eyes as I try and focus on flying, avoiding her knife and destroying his energy. I shoot forwards as fast as I can, grass and trees blurring past below me. Eventually the voice comes again and says "Energy de-Synchronised" as the brother loses all colour and falls to the ground.

I see red poles in the air. I grab one as I pass it, swinging myself up onto the top of it. Laura does the same. She smirks. I still don't know her power. I have little energy to fight her artificially empowered one. She knows she's won.

The dream ended before I could try and kick her butt.

My kids kept waking me up last night with small annoying noises. In effect those sounds kept disrupting my dreams, and I would go in and out of sleep, never conscious enough to fully recall anything.

Fragment 1

Image of Tyra Banks in a floor length hooded black robe. Very Eyes Wide Shut.

I was listening to the Dream Controller App, which has a voice repeating in your ear "This is a dream" over the course of the night. How frustrating that the sound of that voice got into my dream, yet did not have the desired effect:

Fragment 2

I was trying to explain to someone a machine that says 'This is a dream' at the touch of a button. It seemed very important that they understand it.

College Roommate Dentist
I'm in college. It seems I'm living with a roommate. He reminds me of my lab partner from a EE class that I barely knew. In the dream, he is a dentist and he takes patients in our apartment. It's like we have a garage and he has an office set up in there.

So, April 11, 2010. Real world. Me, dad, and younger brother went going fishing with a family friend called Mr. Kim and his son, who's my brother's friend.
Background information is important! In the car on the way to the lake, I felt dizzy and had a headache. I was drifting in that half-conscious state, and half wondered if I was sick. The more imaginative side of me played around with the idea that I was about to faint. I didn't know what it felt like to faint, and I imagined it might feel something like this.
When I got to the lake, we set up chairs and the dads began fishing. I was sitting a bit above them, as the ground rose up as a hill. I covered by face with my jacket, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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dream 1.
I'm at a mall, nowhere I've ever been. My best friend is with me. We're walking around and suddenly Homer, from the Simpsons, appears. His head's been shrunken and he wants his regular size back. Then I take his place, shrunken, but simultaneously I'm carrying myself. Just a regular, silly dream.
But then I wake up.
I'm at home, my living room. It's exactly the same as my house, and I recognize it clearly. The details are strong in my mind, which is unusual for me. My television, the couch, the table... it's all in the right place. I'm on an air mattress (one I know we own), and sleeping bags (all familiar) are around me. I see Mr. Kim's son and my brother and my dad are sleeping in them.
Now, you have to understand how real this felt. I sat up and wondered, "Am I hallucinating?" I thought I was supposed to still be at the lake. I contemplated whether it was possible that I had managed to sleep through everything. I truly thought I was at home, but that was impossible, wasn't it?
Mr. Kim, apparently awake, comes to sit beside me on the mattress. He asks me if I'm alright. I ask what happened. He replies, concerned and surprised at my ignorance, "Jenny, your heart gave out!"
I sit, shocked.
Then I wake up for real.

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My jacket was still covering my face, and so I could only see my stomach. Even awake, I didn't move. My body couldn't really. I was still half asleep. I feel dizzy and as if I was on a boat. I wondered if I was really back at the lake. I muster up the energy to check briefly, and then drift away again.

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dream 2.

I'm dizzy and can't see. I'm blind but can see; the way dream logic works. I'm with my cousins in a car, with a screen in front of me. It's an internet browser, and I mess around with tabs and delete history like I have a habit of doing in real life, because it makes the drop-down bar look messy.
I run out of the car. Something to do with a werewolf happens.
It's just another silly dream.

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I woke up, but don't move. My mind was whirring, but I didn't move at all. Without noticing, I fell back asleep.

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dream 3.

I wake up in the fishing site. It looks exactly the same, except there's a portable shade thing, with a faucet next to a tree. I believe I woke up in real life, and immediately get up.
Mr. Kim mock-scolds me, "Do you know how much trouble you caused us?" I laugh, not truly thinking about what he said. My dad laughs while my brother and his friend runs to clean their feet in the faucet.
I notice my socks are dirty. I hop over to the faucet, trying to stay on the slate stepping stones (which have mysteriously appeared at some point, but I don't notice) because the sand is hot. The sand is hot, and I don't want to get my socks dirtier...
Then I woke up.

-

So that was my dreaming experience for that day. I still remember it vividly, even after almost a year. It was pretty cool, but I was kind of freaked out at the time. Not one of my more exciting dreams, to be sure, but still pretty cool.
I love dreams.

Non-dream/non-lucid/lucid

I am at my summer camp being introduced to the new kids that I will be taking care of for the next few weeks. I tell them to go to the opening campfire and they leave me alone at the dinner table. I go out of the dinner hall and down to the old campfire that i used to gather around as a kid. After seeing no one there I decide to go up to the normal campground and find that all the kids have gone into the newly constructed campfire building. I shake it off and decide to go to the open tent where all of the counselors are surrounding. I meet my friend and we start talking about the girls there. I notice one that I think is really attractive and tell my friend that I am going to try and get her attention. I grab the hose and run through the tent spraying the ground as I go to make a sort of slide. I end up on the other side to hear the laughs of everyone in the area as well as a smile on the face of the girl. I go around the tent back to me friend and am greeted with disbelief. He tells me that I am crazy to do something like that. I notice the jealousy in his voice and chuckle at my accomplishment. The girl I'd been looking at come over and tells me that she thought I was really funny a second ago, and though there is an age difference she'd love to go out with me sometime. It is at this point that I recognize that I am a 30 year old man (girl is 18), obviously I am surprised but I take her number anyway and walk away from the tent.

I find myself back at the dining hall and decide to enter. Inside I am greeted by thousands of shelves stacked with toys and candies and elves who are moving around the area. I immeditaly recognize the place as my projection of santa's workshop, however this doesn't phase me in the least as I head for one of the aisles. I reach the third aisle and collapse on the floor. I am reminded of my children and how much I miss them and start to cry (weird dream), I then hear my cell phone ring and I pick up to find myself talking with the girl from the tent. She tells me that she can't wait for our date; I make a quick excuse and hang up the phone.

I then close my eyes, and when I open them I am in the center of town going towards a doctor's office. After noticing the redneck scenery I enter the offices and head to my room. I remember that my purpose for being there was to get a checkup to see if I can pilot the camp's speedboat. The doctor comes in and she tells me that everything checks out, only they would have to take a semen sample and feel my prostate. I am then aware that the girl from the tent is in the room as I notice the x-ray on the table which shows an arm wrist-deep into someone, (presumably me in the future). I flat out refuse and convince the doctor that it is unnecessary. She agrees and takes me upstairs where I find half the town awaiting the results of the exam. I tell them that everything went fine and we leave the offices. I then find myself on a bus with these people and walk up to the girl to talk. After a few comments about the people around us the dream starts to fade and I wake up

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, serving some special coffee drink to a table.

~

I was telling someone about the above dream, I think it was my mom, and she thought it was “wild”.

~

I was working with my friend/coworker Tori. The lights weren’t on in the coffee shop. A couple that frequents the shop came in, and the woman asked me if we still had the special that was on the board. I turned around to see what the special even was, and it said “piggys in a blanket”. I told her to hold on, and I’d go check. I went and asked Tori, and she said yes, we still had it, and showed me where the “piggys in a blanket” were. I told the lady we had them, so that’s what she ordered. I got the little link sausages wrapped in crescent rolls out of this small box, and put 6 of them on a plate. I couldn’t decide whether to give her 5 or 6 though. I finally decided on 5, and put one of them back.

~

I was in a building at my college, the old gym, with my brother. A girl I’ve known since middle school, Amanda, was there. Apparently, she had never really liked me. I wanted to know why, so before we left the building, I demanded that she tell me why she had never liked me. She told me to hold on, she was going to use the bathroom, but she’d tell me when she got out.

As soon as she went into the bathroom, a big, light blue neon sign appeared on the wall close to the ceiling that said “Emotions” in cursive. It lit up the room. Apparently, this was normal for her, and I told my brother that. I “remembered” that, usually, it would immediately go away and be replaced by another neon sign, this time red, that said “try harder” in cursive.

Amanda finally came out of the bathroom, and the sign did something new. It turned white and said “please wait”, again in cursive. Then, it changed again, and said something along the lines of “congratulations”. Amanda was overjoyed, because she had always gotten the “try harder” sign, no matter what. I cried tears of joy for her, I was so happy. She hugged me and thanked me for being such a good friend. I was overcome with emotion. I told her how happy I was for her. I looked at her face, and it was covered in scratches and bruises, but she still looked so happy. I left with my brother, still crying tears of joy. I then explained to my brother that, usually, when the “try harder” sign appeared, enemies popped out and she had to fight them off. I “remembered” when this had happened in high school.

When I woke up, I still felt like crying, it was intense.

~

I was in a giant warehouse. A customer from the coffee shop, a man who constantly cheats on his wife with pretty young female students (he’s an anatomy teacher at my college) in waking life, was there. He had a huge tattoo-type thing on his leg that said “FAMILY” in black lettering, though I hesitate to call it a tattoo, because it was like it was a part of him internally. It’s weird, it was like engraved into him.

I was supposed to kill him. I had been spying on him for a lot of the dream, and I somehow injected a slow-acting acid into him. I tracked the progress of the acid by watching his “tattoo”. I noticed the acid filling up the letters, and eating away at the “Y” of “FAMILY”. He didn’t notice it at first.

At some point, I talked to his wife, and discussed all of this stuff with her. She was kind of in on it, but reluctantly, because she loved him.

I finally saw the acid take full effect. I saw him bleeding profusely on the floor, in agony and pain. I felt horrible. I cried. Then, I knew I had to shoot him. But then, he had a gun. He was suddenly up off the floor, and was pointing the gun at me. He looked crazy, like he had gone completely mad. I was terrified, and tried to wish a force field around me, to protect me from the bullets, because I was dreaming.

Wait, I’m dreaming! The bullet came out of the gun, but when it hit me, it felt like a pebble bouncing off of my body. I examined my hands to steady to dream and induce clarity. I told the guy it was a dream, and he looked pretty happy about it. He smiled, and his outfit changed to this white and red suit. I turned around and saw a bunch of computers. Most of the screens were black, and had random letters and numbers on them. I tried typing in “Access Krista’s memories”, but nothing happened.

I was so excited to be in an LD, I couldn’t remember any of the goals I had set. I decided to, of course, fly. I blasted through the ceiling, and flew into the night. I felt a little unsteady, but I overcame it quickly. I flew over The Avenue, an outdoor shopping complex in my town. I decided to check out The Icing, a Claire’s-type jewelry store. There were a few people in there, but not many. I saw a pair of pretty, dark blue dangly earrings, and took them (stealing isn’t something I’d ever do in waking life, no idea why I decided to do it in the dream). I put them on, and flew out of the store. Then, I remember being on the ground again, and trying to will a hand-held mirror into my hands so I could see the earrings. Nothing happened. Then, for some reason, I tried to will fire to appear in my hands. All I got was smoke. In all my excitement of the LD, I had forgotten that verbal commands are what work best for me when I’m lucid, I suppose. I took off into the air again.

Then, I "woke up" in my mom’s car, and it was morning. We were driving, but I’m not sure where. I looked at the digital clock in the car, and it said it was 9:17. Crap! I had a 9:10 class, and I had missed it. I asked my mom what happened, and got no reply. All she told me was that I needed to take off my atrocious earrings.

Huh? I still had the earrings from my LD, only now they were bunches of blue, dangly bells. I started to get upset with myself for stealing them. Then, I thought about class again, and my brother asked me what I was going to do about that. I told him I didn’t know, and started recording my dream in my dream journal.

Then, I woke up for real, in plenty of time for class.

I'm usually excited to be LDing, but for some reason, the excitement this time was really intense. So intense that I couldn't remember any of my LD goals I have set.

I also seem to end up in a lot of giant warehouse-type places before I become lucid, or sometimes after. Hmm...very interesting.