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I dream I am heading home. The planet is in a battered state. As if, it may be coming down to its final days. The army is leading us home in a large orderly line. The city is full of sand for some reason. The city is desolated. There are cracks in the Earth that probably lead to the Earth's core. We carefully step over them. Due to the desolation, the ground is uneven, and the other half of the city that we're walking by is thousands of feet downward. So basically, they kept us away from the edge. Suddenly, there is an earthquake! The ground shook, and sand(IDK with the sand) starts blasting out of the cracks. People fall over the edge(mostly soldiers). The part I was on started tipping over. It was probably because it was between two cracks. I knew I was doomed. Then, an army helicopter came to the rescue. I was saved! I quickly throw myself into the chopper as quickly as possible. Safe at last.

The helicopter brings us all to a safe house at some location I don't know of. The place is full of things to keep us busy. Games, toys, etc. They don't have many lights on, but the ceiling has thousands of lights on it. My guess is the earthquakes have put most of them out. It's very dull in here due to that. Very dim too. I see people flying around. Flying??? Hm...if they can fly, I should be able to manage. I jump, and begin to fly!!! Sweet. I see my friend Ian and he is flying too. I begin showing him some tricks. He tries to keep up but he's not as good as me. Soon, I leave to fly over to my friend Zaine. For some odd reason, he's making Super Saiyans out of paper...WTF??? I leave while I can. On my way, I see a girl...in a shower...with no privacy. Damn, this dream is enjoyable. I guess the army engineers never took the time to make the bathrooms private.

I see that a baseball game is being set up. I want to participate, but I really do have to get home now. So, I have the army take me home. It's evening now. The sky's that beautiful "The world's totally ending" color to it.
It's Halloween??? I see kids in costumes everywhere. Hmph, guess it is Halloween. Then, I see the hottest girl ever! Dayum! I go downstairs to see her, but the setting changes.

It's the next day. We're on our way home again. The army has reinforced tarps over the cracks to prevent sand explosions again. Suddenly, the sand does explode. The tarp blows. We grab onto it like a bunch of retards, instead of being hit back a few feet. The wind is keeping the tarp blowing upwards. We're holding on for dear life. If we let go, we'll be going down the one thousand foot cliff. I see the hot chick by me. She is only holding on with one hand, and she's barely holding on. I reach out. I grab her loose hand, risking my own safety, because I only am holding on by a hand. Suddenly, the sand stops blowing. We all come smashing down...however, only one of us actually got smashed. As I land, I pile-drive the girl by force. Oh s**t. She gets up, and man, she's f**king p**sed. She starts throwing out a line of insults an swears no one has ever said to me. She storms off. I then realize that we are at a line of small safe houses. I start to follow her, and I decide to go into the safe house she goes into. I then decide only a dumb-ass would do that. So, I go into the one next door.

As I enter, something seems weird. The place is almost the exact same way as the last one I was in. Dim lighting, people all over Hell, things to keep us busy. I start to get that butterfly in stomach feeling. Then, I suddenly become lucid without dream signs! Well, I guess I forgot I had to get the last three dragon balls. I'm a retard. So, I now decide to pay that girl a "friendly" visit. If you've ever read some other dreams of mine like this, you already know what a "friendly" visit is in my dictionary. I leave the safe house. I then proceed into the one next door. I spot the girl almost instantly. That b***h is gonna be one dead motherf**ker in a moment. I charge at her fists ready. Well, she spots me almost instantly. Damn it. She flees. I see her go into the emergency zone. The soldiers see what I'm up to, and begin to close the gate to the emergency room. If they close the door, it will be pointless. They have no idea what I can do.

They almost have the gate closed. I simply run into it head on. It flies back open. I hear a few screams. I guess that means some soldiers were behind the gate. Tards. I head back through the tunnel. Then, I spot an open side door. What a dumb-ass. Left me total proof she went out this way. So, I continue outside. All I see is a desert-like land. Then, I spot her running in some dead tall-grass. I sprint over and easily catch up to her. Then, I no-mercy b***h-punch her in the face. She falls down crying. I start to come in for a second punch, then I pause. I notice a very peculiar item in her pocket. I snatch it from her. What the hell??? It's a scouter. A green scouter from Dragon Ball Z!

I put it on. I click the button, and it goes to the channel Nickelodeon. Spongebob Squarepants is on. WHAT THE F**K??? Weird. Then, for some odd reason, Raditz from DBZ shows up!!!

For some reason, he has a red scouter, not the green one in the image. Odd. Before the dream gets any weirder, I awake.

I was with my mum on a train. I had lots of stuff to carry, so when our stop came, my mum got off, but I had to pick up all my stuff. I missed the stop because I took too long, but it didn't matter because apparently this has happened before, so I would just get off at the next stop.
I got off, but then I got lost at the train station.

I had a false awakening. I was talking to my sister and said that the last thing I remember was being at a train station, so how did I end up in my bedroom? I was wondering about this for the whole FA.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

22:40 GMT

Family dinner
At my paternal grandma’s home. I was asleep but my mom arrives and I wake up with her voice. She is arguing with the rest of the family. I look through the window and I vaguely see them sitting outside around a long table. I know she's very tired, as we spoke on the mobile before and she is with very little patience. She is complaining because she had left some sweater hanging to dry and they took it away to put the table in the patio. I go across the kitchen, to get to outside, but the light is off and when I turn it on it takes a few seconds to get bright (but it turns on!!)
My mom is just coming inside and we hug and I listen to her complaints. Then we go outside. It’s dawn. She points out to what they did: they used the sheets that were also hanging to dry, to make some kind of tent under which they prepared the table. They all think she is making a big deal out of it, but I understand her rage: they’ll do whatever they want, regardless of how that affects her hard work.
She now reminds them how we have to be leaving the next day before 12h and how they put that at risk. I don't know exactly why, but it occurs to me that for me leaving at 12h would be too late for me and I get worried.
I then look at my dad and an uncle who are observing and discussing how some liquid they poured on the garden last time killed the grass there. It's completely burned down.

2:45 GMT

At home
At my mom’s on the balcony. I see aquaria with little turtles. I have that recurring feeling they must be starving, because I don’t feed them for weeks, maybe months. Then for a few seconds I have this other feeling I must stop this obsession (don’t get lucid, though, but have a slight impression this is just happening in my mind). I know I have no turtles anymore. Still, I decide to go to the kitchen looking for some food to give to them.
On the kitchen I meet Riverstone and Nighthawk plus some girl friend of mine. Riverstone is standing, doing something. I sit at the head of the table. The girl is on my left and Nighthawk is on my right. They are discussing software. Then Nighthawk starts talking to me and we get very close, with legs touching under the table. He then has to leave and he puts his hand on my shoulder when he gets up. When he is gone I go to my mom’s room and there’s an anime playing on the dvd, that I forgot there since last time I visited. There are some very strong oral sex scenes with the female main character. I feel embarrassed that my mom might see it, so I try to shut it off in a hurry when I sense her on the corridor. Then I notice the bedside table has a lot of my college dossiers like if I had been studying them recently.

5:30 GMT

Egyptian mystery stone
On a museum of Egyptian art. An important piece of stone with carvings is being studied, repaired and then prepared for exhibition to public. I am the leader of the team who discovered it and is working on it. An heavy wooden structure is being used to erect the stone, but it falls heavily on the floor, almost crushing me under it.
Later there’s a press conference and three people are supposed to speak, me included, but when the museum director tells me she is counting on me I freak out. I can’t recall anything to say. I don’t have a clue about Egyptian art and culture. I know I'm not an expert on this. But how to explain it? I almost get lucid, but not quite.
I tell her I’m amnesic, but she doesn’t buy it. She sends me to the library with some books and says “Read some shit about Egypt and I’m sure you’ll recover your memory and come up with something to say.” So I sit and I actually get a plan. I grabbed some cd-rom for children about ancient Egypt and I plan to say just some basics, inspired on it and give it a twist, like I’m just keeping the mystery by not going into details about the stone.
But I’m not sure this will work out, so deep down I wish I’m saved by the bell somehow. And I do. Some guys in a tank break in through the wall of the conference room, with heavy weaponry, asking for the stone. They cause mayhem and I'm thankful for that. I escape to the outside through the hole on the wall they made.

Rendez-vous with Nighthawk
I am walking on some huge temple – basically a very high ceiling over an empty hallway, supported by really tall columns. There’s a small earthquake, just big enough to cause some stones to fall. I’m running away, avoiding being hit by them. I reach outside and I am in some road intersection of what looks like downtown Lisbon. I recognise this place from a previous dream and that has the power to make me lucid. I then feel so much peace. The sun is shining and golden rays bathe my skin. The stone pavement, the buildings, the people walking, the traffic lights, everything is incredibly detailed and I am absorbing each and every detail as nectar. It’s almost an erotic experience. Then I touch something and lucidity gets even more stable. Still I feel it’s not as stable as to allow me to meditate, so what’s next thing on my mind? Maybe due to my mood, I think about Nighthawk. I jump through a sewer hole on the ground to use it as a portal to his dreams (not a clever idea) and the darkness through which I fall doesn’t seem to end.
I think maybe I’m waking up for good, but then in the dark I hear Nighthawk’s voice “Is it you [name]?”, “Yes, where are you?”. Slowly the light shines again and I’m back at the same street I was before. But now it is raining and I turn around and I see Nighthawk running across the street to meet me. We kiss passionately, soaking wet and soon we’re leaning against a car on some back alley and we make love right there. The dream flickers and he is now moving away. I see him crossing the same road again, but now going away from me. I’m not yet ready to let him go, so I go after him. I lose him in the crowd, but I turn around a corner and I see him again. I run to grab him and I kiss him again in very slow motion until I wake up.

7:20 GMT

Grandpa and aunt enmity
At an apartment where supposedly my grandfather lives alone. But not entirely alone, because an aunt that we dislike, claimed ownership of part of his house and the court decided she had the right to a room, so she lives there, but cursing my grandfather all the time. I am there one day when she is gathered around a table in her room, with some friends. They are preparing some snacks and completely vilifying my grandpa. I only join them to try to share a different angle to the story. I help prepare the snacks, but when the butter is gone, I cover the bread with plastic film as if it iss some sort of spread.

Sangha
I’m at some place with a large group of people sitting, I think Buddhists receiving teachings and it’s interval and some people are gossiping. We see passing before us a girl that is supposedly a nun, but instead of her bald head and usual nun robes, she is now in a fantastic red strap dress with tulle skirt and a black long ponytail. They are making vile comments about her, but I remind them than judging others is much worse than her breaking of her vows.
I then go outside for fresh air and I find two conches on the ground. I pick them up remembering how I had one as big as these, with which I could hear the ocean. I try the same with these. The first has the same ocean sound I was used to hear, but the second one is a bit more bizarre. At first also looks like the ocean, but then I realise it’s monks voices singing sacred Buddhist mantras. I take it off my ear to check if the sound doesn’t come from inside the building (some cd playing, for instance), but I confirm it really comes from the conch. That’s special, I’ll take it!

Kids parade
Then to my left some kids from my old school parade in costumes. It reminds me of our Carnival parades. But they look so much more awesome. Their costumes are in black vinyl and steampunk inspired while we had crappy capes made from black plastic bags to pretend we're bats.

8:30 GMT

I was in a random place, I wish I remember where, but I randomly became lucid. I had already done the snowball task, so I tried for the Whoville one again. I spun around, and I was in a different place, but I was really dizzy from spinning around. I tried to spin again to get to Whoville, but it didn't work, so I tried flying there.

I was in a backyard. I jumped high to try and fly, but it didn't work, so then I took a run-up and leaped up into the air, and it worked.
I went up really high really fast, into the twilight sky, but it made me wake up. I tried to focus on the backyard again to go back into the dream, but I woke up.

12/19/2010
Fragment:
I was on another relic hunt. This time, I was partnered up with some, really douchey 'hero.' He was a celebrity, or something, and was just so full of himself that I had to constantly restrain myself from choking the shit out of him. We were searching for precious stones and ancient jewelry, scouring through dark caves and tombs and whatnot. After all of our journeying, when we were finally able to find the treasure that we were looking for, he started acting like he was too good to even help carry any of it; saying something about how they were "just stones" and they were beneath him. I seriously just wanted to slap him.




12/20/2010
Fragment One (Lucid):
(Damnit. I completely lost a lucid dream, last night. And from what I can remember, it was a pretty good one.)
I remember walking around at night, having just realized I was dreaming. I believe I was in an apartment complex, walking down the sidewalk, with patches of grass all around. There was a little light around - kind of blue-ish, but too bright to be moonlight - and my shadow was being cast, on the large white wall of buildings, to my left. Fortunately, I do remember looking at my hands, to stabilze the dream, which I've been trying to get back into the habit of doing. I tried to think of something to do, but I couldn't remember what the tasks of the month were, and I eventually recalled WakingNomad's RPG, and my Djinn character (which is another good thing, because we had just recently talked about it, and I was able to immediately think about it, upon becoming lucid - which is sometimes rare for me). While continuing to walk, I just inhaled, clenched my fists, and felt a surge of energy swell within me. Looking at the large shadow of myself, upon the wall, I could see that I now had the wild hair of my character, and even though I don't remember looking down, but I could tell that I was no longer wearing my shirt. Having this new sense of power, being back into the body of my Djinn, I lept into the air and went flying, searching for something to do.

There is a lot, around here, that I don't remember. The dream was very long, and had something to do with mutant vampire things... I can hardly even remember what they looked like - only that they were ugly. At least one of them were being held in some kind of wooden structure, down at the base of what I believe was a flight of stairs. I know that I interacted or had a conversation with one or more of them, but don't really remember a damn thing, other than that I was lucid. I do, specifically, remember reminding myself to go back over the events of the dream, so that they would be easier to recall, when I woke up.

(I vaguely remember waking up, in the middle of the night, and being too tired to get out of bed, to write my notes down. It's just an obscure blur of a notion, but I'm pretty sure it happened.)


Fragment Two:
Something about my mom having brought home food, after I'd just eaten something that I didn't really enjoy. She said something about if I wasn't going to eat it now, I couldn't have any of it later. So, not really all that hungry anymore, I still ate whatever of it I could.

(SIDE NOTE: I'VE OFFICIALLY BEEN INTO LUCID DREAMING FOR A YEAR NOW! )

Well, I've kind of been absent from this DJ for a while again, but hopefully this time I'll really for real be coming back. I keep on saying I'm coming back but then stuff comes up, I know

Anyway, last night I had a really vivid lucid dream, that, although not very epic, was rather interesting. For one thing, it's the first truly lucid dream I've had in a very long time...one where I actually stopped what I was doing and examined my environment, amazed at how realistic it was, but fully aware that it was all completely non-existent.

The dream began as a nightmare-ish experience. I was in my house, but everything was darker than is natural for just being night-time. I could hear screams and the sounds of what I knew would be hideous-looking beasts in the distance. Watching. Waiting. For me.

But then I looked down, and saw that I was not myself, either. I was one such creature, with leathery, tar-black skin, and a voice that mutated and sounded creepy when I spoke. Instantly I realized it was all just a dream, and I decided I would get the heck out of there before something attacked and woke me up. Besides, I didn't like being an ugly monster anyway . I walked up to the nearest wall and tried to phase through it. Having been a while since my last lucid dream, I didn't immediately have enough sense of dream control to move through, but eventually I managed to force my way through the wall and out to the other side, where I suddenly was caught up into a vortex and sucked away from the house into pitch blackness.

I wasn't waking up, however, and I knew it. I was simply moving to another, better place in the dream world. I watched as the leathery black skin peeled away, revealing my 'real' self beneath. My voice returned to normal as well. Next thing I know, I'm falling into a large gray box of a building, and it was basically empty to begin with. I tried creating a few things in it, but I was frustrated to find that I could barely control anything. Whatever I changed would erase itself and just fade away to the way it was before.

"What's going on here?" I asked myself.

My answer was approaching fast...literally. My sister flew up overhead, creating things to fill in the space around her as she went.

"Oh great!" I called out. "How'd I end up in your dream?"

She just laughed and kept on flying.

"I don't know, but have fun!"

I shook my head and began to fly off, wishing I had a totem like the one in Inception that I could use in other people's dreams. All of a sudden, though, I fell to the ground.

"What was that?" I asked my sister, who was still flying around.

"I just made a rule." She said. "To fly in my dream, you have to be in a sitting position."

"That's stupid! Why'd you do that?"

"If you're going to be in my dream, I might as well have fun with you."

"Yeah. Real funny."

I flew off (in a sitting position) and basically just explored the area and talked to the DC's in my sister's dream. It was interesting to carry on a conversation with DC's that weren't from my own subconscious. They spoke very differently than I'm used to having DC's speak, and often didn't make any sense to me at all.

In spite of minor annoyances it was an enjoyable night, overall. Plus I think I've got something going with MILD now, so hopefully my lucids should return to being much more frequent.

I remember sitting in a restaurant/kitchen for a holiday, with all of my relatives around eating waffles. One of my older sisters, with whom I have never gotten along, told me that there was a waffle iron in Mom and Dad's bedroom.

Before this, I was wandering the plant aisle at Lowe's looking for garden plants.

I went into the bedroom and found a rectangular waffle iron, functioning more like a mold. I poured some batter into the hole and set it to heating, and waited at my parents' computer playing a game.

in this dream i found myself in sanfransisco, and nazis were taking over, so i ran around shooting and stabbing nazis i also got dragged underwater cuz one caugt me, but i pulled myself up to the boat and stabbed him throwing him into the water, i also got a headshot on Hitler

12/19:

Dreamt I was in someones house that was unfamiliar to me, and I was waiting for my friend Tess too come home who I havent seen in a while. I was hiding however, like I shouldnt have been there. I remember being in the basement hiding, looking upstairs waiting for someone to come in and see if they would see me. I guess this situation got too risky because I was suddenly in the garage hiding, in what felt like a pile of trash or somthing, looking out at Tess as she was in the garage but had no knowledge of my being there.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I had two cool dreams last night, they were both vivid and clear. I dreamt about another DV member, this time it was slash112 and once again, I was playing garrys mod.
Alcohol suppresses REM sleep, and I'm pretty sure that it works kinda like a REM rebound. I've had several very vivid and long dreams at the end of my sleep if I've slept more than 9 hours after a night of drinking. Also the day after I always have vivid and long dreams. Does anyone know anything about this? Atleast it works for me

23.00: Bedtime

05.10: Garry's Mod
I'm running away from slash112 in a corridor. I close a metallic door in his face. It looks very high-tech, and has a black seam in the middle which is in a cool shape. A bright, blue, scorching light appears in a corner, and I realise he's trying to cut through. I let him as it's all a game. Garry's Mod. It takes forever! "Damn these doors are strong" I think for myself as I bring out my own blowtorch and help him out a bit. Soon the door bursts open and I run further into my little fort. I spot another door leading into a storeroom, but I continue on. At the end of the hall I turn around and start shooting at him with my RPG.

I control the missiles as they fly towards him, and I blow him away in a few shots. He doesn't stand a chance. Suddenly he's revived and this time, I'm chasing him. I get tangled up in a vine of some kind hanging from the roof, and I die instantly. I realise he's used a barnacle from Half Life. "Hey, where did you get those?" I ask. I get this brilliant idea all of a sudden. "If I build a path directly under the current path, the enemy won't know if I'm below, or above ground as they see me on their radar!"



05.10: Boom! Meth makers
I'm standing on a bridge. It's dark outside and my brother Martin tells me to check a video on his cellphone. "Wait until the end, that's when everything starts happening" he tells me. I take the phone and start watching. I guess the dream became the scenario in the phone, but I was still on the bridge. A large, very drunk guy is standing next to me, wavering. I spot two people talking, looking our way. I stand there for a very long time, and nothing really happens. He tries to take a piss. I remember what my brother told me about the end, and suddenly the drunk guy takes out a firecracker.

He lights it and it crackles weakly. He gets off the bridge and tries to next to it. I start walking as I know something more will happen. I can see sparks coming from his jacket pocket, and he realises that he's accidentaly lit another one. It goes off, which starts a chain reaction. A few decent boom's goes off and I can see green and red stars flying all over. I start running, and end up at a farm. I can see atleast ten cars hidden in snow and straw, and I know it's been snowing alot since last night when they parked there. I expect the drunk guy to shoot his biggest fireworks across the bridge. The sun rises. I hear a loud boom, but I can't see any projectile.

My coworker Björn shows up. BOOM! I get startled as I feel the shockwave of a second blast in my chest. A second later, a small ball of hay (apparently the "cannon ball") rushes past us, and smacks into a black car. "Oh shit! That's gonna leave a dent" I say and inspect the car. It's dented. I realise Björn has been on a party on the farm, and I can tell he's very tired the way he's squinting. "You tired? Why are you squinting so?" I ask. His hair has a red tone to it. He tells me he's alright.

The dream skips. I'm standing at a table and arguing with my mom and dad. Me and Björn have been working as meth makers. I'm trying to convince them that the money we have raised is needed. "I've made 1.5 million in meth so far" I say. "How are you going to sell it then?" my mom asks me. "Well, Björn knows a guy who will buy it all" I tell her defiantly. "And how do you know he's reliable?" she asks. I start wondering the same thing. My dad just laughs at the whole situation and I scream myself hoarse at them in frustration. I can see "Ronja Rövardotter" on TV. It's an old Swedish children's program. The part where they sing is on, and I can see a white-haired old man singing.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

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

That's it! Very cool night for just 6 hours of sleep. I've worked alot on intent and constant awareness today. I'm doing fine, but I realise this will take many months before I can master. But I have faith! Tonight I will do a real REM rebound, and sleep it in tomorrow. Don't expect any DJ entry from me tomorrow though.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I am perched on the Great Pyramid, a large gargoyle, patiently waiting.

Andres zips out of a portal flying on a small strange vehicle, like a hovercycle.

DUDE DUDE DUDE I AM HERE!

You have been here!

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW BUT I AM HERE! WHERE ARE WE GOING? WHAT ARE WE DOING? YOU ARE NOMAD! WHERE'S RAVEN?

I call Raven.

She comes flying out of a portal on a broom.

She makes a classroom appear in the sky with transparent sides. A little more than half the SD class is there.

My forearm itches. Madmonkey is swirling around it. I shake him off. He lands on the ground and morphs into Hanuman. I AM THE MONKEY GOD! HAHAHAHAA! He throws tiny sand pyramids at me, screams, I AM DREAMING, then disappears.

Nephanim appears in front of me, a golden man. He looks at me curiously, yet seriously. He seems vaguely confused. He silently floats up to the classroom.

Queen Zukin appears on a broom. She says, I am not a witch, Nomad! Where's Raven?

A little green gargoyle appears on her shoulder. She says he is sick, and has to find Raven to help him. She flies up to the classroom.

I also see other people, but I don't recognize them:

A man in a cowboy hat, wearing a gold glowing pendant, with golden revolvers.
A cyborg wizard with a laser gun and a staff.
An android who won't stop dancing.

I join the class.
Raven says she is combining the Hogwarts class with the Shared Dreaming Class.

I dance around the class and knock stuff over. Raven tells me to behave. I turn into a chandelier.

WHERE ARE THE MOON DRAGONS? AndresLD shouts.

We go outside and practice making energy shields on ourselves, and each other.

Raven summons the Hogwarts Express. We get on Moon Dragons and the train. Raven opens a giant portal, and we land on the dark side of the Moon, in the Land of Nod. There is jungle music playing, which morphs into dubstep.

How did we end up here? Raven asks. Well, the only intent was "The Moon," I respond.

The moon is green. It is covered in rainforest. We walk through the jungle, then ride on strange beasts. Before us is the great City of Nowhere. The Juargawn statue bows to us, and the gates open.

I give them a tour.... The Free Market, the Temple of Nothing, and the Battle Pyramids. The strange gardener I met so many years ago (months in WL time) shows us his Hanging Gardens. The plants move.

I see a calm glen in the garden. I take a nap....

Morning of December 20, 2010. Monday.



I am with my lovely wife Zsuzsanna. There is anticipation of intimacy but we are first to travel elsewhere by flight. We are in a blue biplane, though it is in a hangar and I illogically do not fully consider the need to leave the hangar before flying our airplane. (This lack of reasoning of which relates to liminal space ambiguity in REM has occurred in many other dreams.)

Zsuzsanna is wearing a beautiful cyan gown. Looking closely, I see denser bird silhouettes in the otherwise lacy sparse material in a flying form in what seems to be fairly small embroidered patterns. She is on my right (an atypical orientation, as she always sleeps on my left, though that may be because she is awake at the time).

The dials in the biplane seem to be more like clocks than altimeters or other cockpit-relevant displays. It looks like one says “12:20” (in an analogue clock display, not digital), which is today’s date (and also my birthday).

To my immediate left, some sort of vertical pipe that connects the wings seems to have a leak where some water is flowing out. I try to stop the leak with a piece of what seems to be part of a pillowcase or bed sheet.

I notice one of Zsuzsanna’s shoes off to the right on the floor.

The pipe that connects the wings of the biplane on my left side seems somewhat detached and I wobble it around a bit, somewhat puzzled. I am not sure if the airplane is ready to take off and fly even though I start to hear a humming sound, though I soon wake.

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Morning of December 20, 2010. Monday.



Feeling relaxed, as I step through green grass of about knee length (apparently being barefoot and wearing shorts as I can feel the velvety grass against my legs and feet), into an area closer to the shore of a pristine lake, I feel very peaceful. There is no one else present. It seems to be late morning or afternoon.

Eventually, evening seems to be approaching. I am not surprised (at least at first) when I turn my head to my right and see the tower Big Ben. I even consider that it may be a feature of the building I live in (though without a thread of memory of what country I live in). However, I do start to become puzzled by the nature of time and how it seemed to be afternoon only a short time ago. Still, I do not have any negative thoughts or worries. I continue to sit by the shore of the lake, feeling content.

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My dream self does not seem aware of it being my 50th birthday. The clock tower as an emergent consciousness symbol is rendered via circadian rhythms factors (and the later stages of the sleep cycle) but additionally in this case, may also represent mortality. It is also qualified as being this dream’s waking space prompt and is additionally associated with the puzzle of being between dreaming and waking. This is because my older sister Marilyn often bought Milton Bradley Big Ben jigsaw puzzles. The lake symbolizes being in a specific stage of the sleep cycle, while the clock mainly represents the waking precursor.

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I remember being at some office. Jaws from James bond, and the girl he ended up with were there, and so was Tyra Banks. I J.B was a shirt and panties. I tried to cover her up and find some clothes for her. Two guys said they wanted to be my manager.

A bunch of fragments...

In which a man in a top hat is conducting Christmas carols...

A man wearing a tattered burgundy top hat is conducting a choir as they sing Christmas carols. He holds the conductor's stick in his hands, and ruffled cuffs stick out of his coat sleeves.

In which Bob Dylan is cooking pasta...

I really don't know what is up with Bob Dylan popping up in my dreams all the time lately. It's weird. The only thing I can figure is that it happened once, I wrote about it here and told people about it, so it was on my mind enough that it happened again, so I wrote about it again, it's on my mind more, etc...

Bob Dylan is in my kitchen making pasta. I ask him what he's doing, and he ignores me and keeps cooking. He has a pasta maker that looks like the plastic toy meat grinders that kids use with their Play Dough. I ask him how he got into the house, and he tells me to stop asking questions and learn something. "You never know, you may have to cook for 20 guys someday," he tells me.

In which I'm teaching a college class...

I'm teaching a college class, but the room is the same as where I used to teach 8th grade. The students are all sitting in desks arranged just like they were then. I'm calling roll, and I realize that one of the young women is my former student MG. She's looking very healthy and pretty, and I'm actually happy to see her. I ask her if she remembers me and she sasses at me and sucks her lips. I laugh and tell her that I'm glad to see that she has graduated high school and gone on to college and that it looks like she hasn't lost any of her attitude. She responds sarcastically and says that she's happy to see that I still haven't learned to fix my hair.

I walk over to her desk and tell her that I was at a carnival last week and thought I saw her. I called "Patricia!" but as that is not her name, she did not turn around. We laughed hysterically at this. Somehow, this was a very funny joke. I told her that I'm going to call her "Patricia" all semester. She got serious and sassy again and said, "OK, Ms. B- it was funny the first time, but now you're just beating a dead horse."

(I have no idea what the carnival or the Patricia thing is about. Dream nonsense.)

Then I started to teach the class, but the students kept throwing paper balls across the room at each other. I was really annoyed because they were adults and I couldn't understand why they were acting like children. I started to feel really stressed about the fact that I'd started the semester off on the wrong foot. Why did I try to jump right into a lesson? I should've spent the day going over classroom routines and my discipline system. I told them that we were going to start over and that I'd explain about detention and time out, etc. The students responded that this was college and they were adults and that I couldn't punish them. I said that if they were adults and this is college, that I'd simply throw them out if they kept disrupting the class. They laughed, and I kept thinking how strange it was that college kids were acting like this.

Then I realized that I was dreaming and that I'd already quit teaching and that I didn't have to worry about any obnoxious students ever again. I simply walked out the room and into another dream but I don't remember it.