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I had a dream last night where I was at some camp (frequent dream setting) and Colm was there, but he didn't want to talk to me until he saw where this other relationship was going. Then a very good-looking blond guy was there at the top of a hill I was walking up, and he was talking on a payphone. (Does anyone even do that anymore?) He was talking about fixing a car. I pretended to trip near him, and when I came up, I "accidentally" bit his neck. (In dreaming or waking life, boldest move I've ever made sober. The bumpy ride in Cancun in the crowded back seat next to Colm doesn't count. Free pina coladas all day at that resort.) He looked up and smiled. I smiled and said, "Oh! Sorry!" He smiled back and quickly finished his call and I was about to walk away and leave it at that. He started to walk beside me and said, "Kind of weird weather, isn't it?" Now, even I know that in this situation, that's code for, "Let's talk and get to know each other and maybe (adult content) later." So I started to engage him in conversation about the weather.

Eventually, he says, like most men, "Look, I have to go, but I'll call you later, okay?" Without getting my number. All you can really effectively do at that point is smile and say okay - I've learned through many hard experiences that the more you protest, the worse it gets. But this dude continued, "You have to figure some things out. We've met before. You'll recognize me when you see me again at Mummy Love." Mummy Love was the name of a daycare centre, apparently. I tried to place him, but couldn't, as he continued, "Munich is past." Munich = Germany = Colm. In this dream, Colm was a native German.

Then I was back in my room with my duffel bag, changing. I was trying to decide whether to wear the dark skinny jeans tonight, at the dance, or wear them the next day for the road trip (when I'd see Colm for sure because we'd say goodbye) and stay away and read a C. S. Lewis book out of the school library instead. I got a feeling I'd be a lot happier hanging back and reading the book. I didn't want to hear that Colm and his girlfriend were growing closer instead of what I expected, which was (and, quite frankly, is) that Colm will continue to feel trapped to the point that it drives him to a breaking point, his girlfriend will pick up on it and it will bother her to the point that she behaves in such a way that pushes him away even faster (yess!! Someone else can be that girl for a change!) and through all this, I will seem like the mysterious and diaphanous memory and the one that he can't have.

At that point, Incubus meows and shows up from behind a corner. I realize that this is a dream, because I remember that Incubus has died. But I also remember that I'd prayed so hard to be able to hold him again, even in a dream. So I pick him up - but he's covered with litterbox misfire and sweat, the way he was on the second-last day. I handle him carefully - he's almost dead. I don't feel the bliss I usually feel when I'm holding him. (I feel it now that I'm thinking of holding him - it's an all-over glowing in my chest.) Why am I feeling no bliss when I'm getting my prayer answered - being able to hold his dear little physical body again?

I still can't change the dream. I wake up.

I was a senator, or congressman, like Tom Hanks in that movie about the middle east. There was a woman who talked to me. I had a meeting on a plane. Also there were cookies there.

I woke up from the dream. I remembered to lay in bed and run the dream through my head backwards. I remembered every detail. I was very proud. After I made sure I had it fixed in my head. I wrote it down in my notebook. I peed and then went back to sleep.

I really woke up. Still had to pee. Said WTF to myself. Looked in my dream journal..... Nothing. F@#K. Although as I was being pissed off about this fact, another dream just sort of floated up into my consciousness:

I had just finished watching a play with my girlfriend. I don't remember the play, perhaps there wasn't one. We went up on the stage to help clean up. There was a sort of shack built in the middle and we went inside. Inside it was large and very bright, even though it should have been dark. There was a very deep shaft with a ladder and lots of pipes and such. I went down the ladder a ways, but it was a very very tight fit. My girlfriend came to the top of the shaft and said "look what I found!" It was an arm sized bit of handrail made out of a brassy coppery metal. It looked nothing like part of a handrail, but that's what we knew it was. It was shaped vaguely like a J with two tails, and tapered ends. We thought it was the best discovery ever. Since I couldn't fit to get to the bottom of the ladder, she asked if I thought I could throw the junk we were cleaning up down to the bottom, where she would take care of it. I threw a piece down, and it bounced off of a few pipes and the wall, so I was concerned that I would have a hard time being accurate with the throwing, and she wouldn't be able to catch the stuff.

It was really weird. The point of veiw was kind of like me looking through a mirrior. I was looking at my back and there was this weird green stuff all over my back I can remember washing it off but it just seemed to pour out of my pores. Thats all i can remember.

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The horrible student

Once again, I was at my teacher practice. I had a group of students that I had had several times before for real. However, today a new student had joined this group. Apparently, he was called "Crayfish" due to his special haircut, which looked rather cool. Because of this it was easy to recognize him even from behind, because the haircut looked extra special at the back of his neck and was very characteristic for him. I got this short presentation of him by the dream itself as I saw him from behind. At the same time I had this really ominous feeling because of him.

When he had entered the classroom I quickly realized that he was a horrible person. He was very rude all the time, stood and walked around in the classroom without any respect whatsoever and we did not even have a lesson because of him. When he had said about the hundredth rude thing to me I could not stop myself, so I slapped his cheek. He did not like this. For a few seconds he stared darkly at me and then he quickly punched me in the stomach. I wondered if I should hit him back, but decided that it was best not to. After all, it could get really dangerous. The others just stood around in the classroom and did not dare to say or do anything. They seemed to fear "Crayfish".

Later during the same lesson, or maybe on the next lesson with this group, it got even worse. "Crayfish" held my arms and dragged me around the floor. I was frightened and could not do anything and I did not dare say anything. Still, no one else dared to say or do anything either. When he finally released me I quickly got up on my feet and ran out of the classroom, to the right in a corridor and came into a rather large, wooden room with several teachers sitting and having a coffee break or something. I was almost out of breath and desperately cried "We need HELP in there!" and added something about "Crayfish". The teachers in the room looked puzzled and even shocked. Then one of them (a woman in her thirties or fourties, I think) stepped forward and walked back with me to the classroom. In some way she managed to get him out of there by saying something. However, the lesson seemed to be over anyway.

The next day I had the same group again. Somehow I was sure that "Crayfish" would not show up today. But I was wrong. Outside the classroom several platforms (like those at a train station) passed by (or maybe it was the classroom that was moving). Soon it stopped and I could see "Crayfish" stand out there with his characteristic hairstyle and his back facing the classroom. This view felt very ominous to me once again, but even more this time and I knew that he would turn around any second and walk into the classroom...

I do not remember anything more from this dream and I believe it just faded away after I had seen this last image of his back.


A weird way to awaken

After I had had another dream I heard a noise which made me begin to awaken. I had now awakened enough to notice that I was in my bed, but was really confused about the noise that was heard. I thought that it sounded like cinnamon in sound form... I groggily turned around several times in confusion to try and hear from which direction I heard this noise, but this was very hard to tell. Finally, I noticed a stuffed elk to the right in my bed. I realized that "they" had somehow hidden the noise inside it. I grabbed its leg, which felt like stuffed animal legs normally do. However, the stuffed elk was soon gone and I begun wondering if that noise was really my alarm clock. But I still felt confused, because I still did not recognize it. As I thought about it some more I begun to fully awaken and realized that it actually was my alarm clock...

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I have no idea where this dream came from! It was very long and extremely clear.

I was in the food court of some mall. It was a larger room with normal-height ceilings, and was lit well. There were a few nice half-walls to divide up the room into smaller sections, which were then filled with square tables and chairs. The tables were fastened to the ground through thicker poles like in some restaurants, and the chairs were just the regular kind, like something you'd find in a cafeteria.

There were restaurants lining the walls, and I was situated in front of one of them. It was a fast food type of restaurant with lots of signs and menus against the back wall, and the counter was a few inches lower than it should have been. There were four women standing behind the counter; all four of them were dressed in a pale red t-shirt, and had a navy apron on. They also wore navy visors. One woman had blonde hair in a hairtie, and another had brown hair down to her shoulders. The other two had black hair - one's was straight, and the other's was curly. They looked between the ages of thirty and forty.

I became lucid when I looked at them, shouting "woohoo!" before calming down. I was lucid enough to be careful of overexcitement, even though I've never woken up from it before. Unfortunately, having forgotten about my current dream goal, I decided to mess around with the dream characters in the food court. I walked up to the counter of the restaurant with the four women and asked them, "how many of there are you?" as if I was very surprised, hoping to get an interesting response.

"I'm one," the first one said.
"I'm two," the second one said.
"I'm three," the third one said.
The fourth lady didn't answer, but instead a voice from inside the restaurant somewhere said, echoingly and omnipresently, "I'm six."

I raised my eyebrows and walked away, a bit humored.

Then, I began to walk towards a woman that was sitting down at a two-chair table by herself. She had dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders, and was wearing a light pink cashmere sweater, with sleeves that stopped at her arms. I leaned over, putting my elbows on the table, and held an imaginary microphone in my right hand, holding it out to her.

"You're not real."
"I know." The DC shrugged it off.
"What's it like to be a dream character?"
"It feels real to me."

"Great answer!" I exclaimed, though I was admittedly a bit disappointed in the reply.

I walked away, down the food court and past other restaurants and tables, and exited it, as if it were a store. I emerged into the atrium of a mall, and apparently I was on the second floor. There was a big hole in the middle, with the entrances to stores on the sides, like in some mall setups. There was a rather flat escalator leading down to the first floor, not as angled as a normal one. It was probably only at a 20 degree angle to the ground. I walked towards it and superjumped down, taking two jumps to get almost to the bottom. I then walked off the escalator, which turned out to not be moving. None of the DCs walking around the mall noticed.

I'd now lost my lucidity. About ten feet across from the escalator I'd just came down on, there was another escalator leading back up to the second floor. I ran up it, exerting hardly any energy to do so even though it wasn't moving either, and on this side of the mall the floor was flatter pink carpet - I was in the children's clothing section. I saw a 7- or 8-year old girl walking around with her father, but I ignored it.

The dream skipped, and now I found myself in the changeroom waiting area of the same section of the mall. This room was small, about five feet by five feet, and there was only one door leading to an actual changeroom. The walls were white. I was sitting on a lighter wooden bench; my dad was beside me. I became vaguely aware that I was dreaming so I got up, turned away from my dad (who was talking about something nonsensical), and told him to be quiet.

"So, the train is in the park," he said, and laughed loudly.
"Shut up!" I told him angrily.

I was trying to turn him into a plate of cookies, but his noise-making was ruining the effect.

After telling him to close his mouth a billion times, I got fed up. I groaned and looked at him, rolling my eyes in the process. "You suck."

The dream skipped again, and now I was outside, the time of day probably being in the afternoon. I was in a city, on a smaller grassy hill. There were normal, taller city buildings around me - apartments, condos, and nice large houses. At the bottom of the hill, which wasn't that steep, there was a relatively large burrow made of grey brick and stone. There was grass, some street lights, and a sidewalk on top of it. The entrance to the burrow was low and only two or three feet high, which made me a bit uncertain about going into it. I looked past the burrow, towards my left, and my gaze caught The Matrix's Morpheus and Trinity on a balcony of an apartment complex. The building was rectangular and rather normal looking, if such a thing existed in a dream. Trinity walked into the sliding doors of the apartment, but Morpheus spoke.

"Where are we going to meet?" he called.
"Under here," I said, continuing to look at him.
"Understreet, or underburrow?"

(There's no such thing as understreet or underburrow!)

"Under this burrow, dipshit."

I then proceeded to look away and bring my attention back to the burrow. I walked to the right and went down the hill a few paces, realizing there was a much larger entrance. I went inside and it was pretty dark, but the floor and walls of the cave (which were made of huge chunks of shiny, wet grey rock) reflected some light from the end of the burrow. It was more like a tunnel than anything else, yet it was only seven or eight feet long. There were some Korean or Chinese students in blue jeans and t-shirts who were taking pictures with Kodak cameras, but I walked past them and emerged from the burrow.

It was now night, and I had walked out onto a beach. The sand wasn't hilly, but pretty flat, and felt soft under my feet. At this time, I wasn't sure if I was wearing socks or shoes but I didn't care. I walked down the empty shore (except for the water and sand) for a little while and then came across a forty-foot high cliff made of dark brown rock. I stopped and looked out at the water, and then the moon, which was relatively glazed-over and hazy. The sky was dark navy with grey patches, as if there were low-hanging clouds.

I heard someone walking up to me. I looked and saw a small Asian girl, probably around the age of six or seven, coming towards me. She was wearing a plain, sleeveless, yellow-beige dress with accents of white half-circles lining the bottom of it. She held out a rounded rectangular bar of light pink soap, and I took it. It didn't feel slippery or, really, like soap. It just felt like a smooth stone, but not as heavy.

I am asleep. I hear Gypsy yelling at me from the astral plane. It sounds like she wants me to wake up. NOMAD!

I am confused.

NOMAD! she shouts again.

I wake up. I realize it's a dream. I go back to sleep.

***

I wake up, and I have and email from Gypsy telling me to call her.

frags of the same dream

I am in high school, or the military, somewhere where you get herded like sheep.


***

I walk on a tiny ledge on a building about five feet above the ground. I spin around and jump off. A female cop shakes her head and tells me not to climb on it. Then, I realize it's a police station. I feel a little embarassed. I run down a hill and vault over a wall and on to a truck, then jump off its rusty hood.

I come to a grassy area. There are some birds eating in the grass, mostly the common birds seen in Hawaii: pigeons, doves, sparrows, and chickens. All the chickens are babies. There are some small wolves watching hungrily. They look like coyotes, but I know they are wolves for some reason.... no... They are part wolf and coyote. There is a pretty female with white and reddish fur.

There is a black male wolf with giant alien Grey black eyes, pointed at both ends. I imagine the male coy-wolf eating one the birds in the future after it reaches adolescence. I realize the coy-wolves are not really that hungry since they are waiting for the chicks to get fat.

***

[I]Reflecting on this dream[/I]

[I]I have had thousands of very long dreams that I don't really care to remember with the same basic theme: I am being [B]herded.[/B] I used to call it being chased... But, I realized, no. I am not afraid, just annoyed. But, I always go along a little bit. No wonder we act like sheep. We grow up being herded in and out of human pens by the sound of a bell... Just like in [U]The Time Machine[/U], we are those little humans stopping everything they are doing and walking to their doom at the sound of a siren. The Hindus believe if you eat a cow, you will be reborn a cow in the next lifetime so you can have empathy for them. We are cattle right now. We have cursed ourselves with the mind of cattle.

I make a decision to ignore these stupid rules and boxes whenever I so choose. I decide to swim upstream. I have to find out how to be lucid 100% of the time, and have Total Recall every morning. This is my life's quest.

MOO MOTHERFUCKER MOO!

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I get out of that place and I see that my brother is leaving to go back overseas. Some other family members are going to drive him to the airport, and I was walking over there to get my hug in. I ended up inside the van, and he was outside trying to catch up to us. The lady who was driving didn't know what she was doing as we drove down this crowded street. I couldn't help but think, "we're going to end up killing someone" over and over. It never happened though, and my bother got on the van at the very end.

I'm leaving the basketball court and walking into something thats like a gym. Some guy is asking me for like 30 cents or something like that to get a soda. It took me a while to finally get the correct amount, and I ended up dropping some money in the process. I went to the machine and there was one that sold sodas, and then another one that sold yoo-hoo. I wanted the soda, but some kind of way i found myself directly in front of the yoo-hoo machine when I pressed the button. Left for a second because some girl was giving instructions to everyone in the room on a megaphone. My guess was the people here were too bad or something so they had to change the rules up. I went back to get my yoo-hoo after letting her know what the deal was, and something just got weird.....I remember all theses girls huddled around me, with their arms wrapped around me, and their hands almost in my face. I could look at each person's and hand tell who they were just based on that. Someone was going to time us to see if we could all hold that pose long enough.

I remember seeing a flounder (same cartoon looking one) in some hot grease. I pulled it out and realized that it was still alive. I tried to put it in a coup only to find a catfish head in there surrounded by it's guts. I placed the flounder in another cup, and added a random amount of salt to it.

I'm reading a hand written letter from Jeff777 that was talking about how he's coming back soon. I think he texted me too. Most of the letter was directed at someone else, and I couldn't help thinking "why didn't he just write them too?".

I'm in a toy store yelling with an over the top deep voice about blood and general carnage. I think it was a perfect contrast to the area that was filled with plush dolls of all sizes and colours. At least I found it funny at the time.

I'm in the back seat of the car with two females to the left of me. One is placing some sort of machine on me, and asking me to relax. She was touching me everywhere, and I was trying to keep things professional.

I had this dream Dec. 16. Slept more than usual

I was at my parents house. I had parked my car there, but for some reason, someone impounded it. I knew I had to be at work, and was running around trying to find out where the impound yard was. Passersby said it was at the bottom of the road, in the old junkyard. I was trying to find it, but was slow and sluggish and couldn't get there quickly enough. I remember studying the 'No Parking' signs on the road and they showed that I had parked legally during a specific time frame. I was furious.

--

Everyone was wearing civil war era clothing. Bright colors, red coats- for some reason. We were out in the desert, moving the troops. I was there with my fiance/husband. He was a colonel of some kind- had authority. In my dream, I had a vision I was going to be shot. I remember falling down, then seeing blood on my necklace in front of me. I told my husband this, and he was concerned, and told me he would protect me. We continued on. We came into a skirmish, I was shot. I remember falling down and my necklace wasn't there. But then I reached in my pocket, and there it was, a bright, silver chain covered in red blood. My husband was there and he was holding me and I told him not to let me go.

--

We were inside a dwelling. There were people crying, wearing dark colors. There were a few people seated on a bench, holding vigil candles. I remember being confused, until I saw my husband on the bench. He looked sick. I realized that he was terminally ill. He was going to die. I began to cry too, and I tried to reach him, but they held me back. They handed each of the loved ones of the 'victims' on the bench a token of thanks from the government. I remember they gave me a pendant and a bristled, rug-like material that had on it his coat of arms for my husband. I sank down with the items and I sobbed, staring at him. I was pleading for him not to go. That I needed him. That I couldn't live without him. He sadly observed me, but he was powerless.

A man appeared with a green liquid in clear glasses. I knew it was poison. I began to shriek, clinging to the rug they'd given me. A younger man took the poison first. It bulged in his cheeks as he almost vomitted. It must have tasted horrible. He was afraid to swallow and stood there, the liquid in his mouth. An older woman grasped a glass and swallowed, gagging as it went down. She then sat down and 'dozed off'. I was overcome with grief. I was reaching for my husband as he took a glass. He quickly drank it and then seated himself on the bench. I was crying out for him, laying on the floor, people holding me back, my fingers clawing at the floor. He was looking at me, and I could see the poison working. I was screaming, crying, sobbing. My entire world was ending. I watched him as he slowly slipped away into death. I lay on the ground while everyone died, and then they began to take the bodies away. I stared at the rug and noticed I'd worn claw marks into it. I continued to sob into it.

--

I was walking down the streets in LA (or what was in my mind LA). It was getting dark and it was cold. I was walking down the road, there was a large grassy area to my right and older, brick buildings to my left. I was walking and noticed I'd gotten into a darker place and there were homeless people laying by the buildings. I grew alarmed and tried to run, but could only walk. I then spotted the Long family. They were eating a picnic in the park. They saw me and they told me I had to leave with them; that this wasn't a safe place to be alone. We were walking together, and I saw my dad on a bike. I called out to him, but he just kept riding.

--

We were in a restaurant and I was showing off my ring to the Longs. They were admiring it. It was sunny and warm. We then walked down the stairs into a courtyard with cobblestones.

I woke up

In which I'm planning for a dinner party...

R and I are planning to cook an Indian meal for a dinner party. H, E, S, C and K are all present. We decide to make it vegetarian but also rich since many people who aren't used to eating Indian food prefer to get the saucy curry type dishes. I go to the Asian foods store in town and pick up some paneer and then I search for Indian green peas. American peas aren't as good and S explains that this is because Americans don't snap their fingers while growing them.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! And all that. I'm exhausted... going for a nap soon, and I will try to WILD. Last night, I had two dreams, both of which were nightmares. Pretty cool still, but I'd rather be happy in my dreams. Stress is the villain!

23.00: Bedtime

04.50: Björn is dead
I'm outside at some kind of pool, with my brother Morgan, my co-worker Björn and his two daughters. The smallest one has no clothes on, and can barely stand up. She pee's all over the place, and the older one who is around four, steps in it. She's wearing a pink princess dress, and sits down to read a book. Morgan and I float around in the pool on a piece of styrofoam. I move to the deeper parts and go under water for a second. Morgan gets water in his mouth, and splutters. We go under water again, and once again he swallows some water.

The dream skips. I am at work the day after. A co-worker tells me that Björn died yesterday. I think he's kidding, but he tells me he's serious. "He died of a blood clot" he tells me. I get really upset, and remember him telling me about his high cholesterol level. I keep on working. No one seems to be upset, but I am reminded all the time about how horrible it all is. I feel dizzy, and I can swear my cholesterol levels are way too high aswell. I think about his two little girls and his girlfriend. I cry some more.

04.50: The asshole
I'm talking to a young, skinny guy with dark hair. We're discussing different kinds of playing cards. Magic the Gathering, Yu-Gi-Oh!, etc. I tell him I wish I had bought alot of cards back in the days, they would be worth alot today. He tells me he's got a card worth around 80€. I bring out my MTG deck, and show him the most expensive card I have got, it's a green creature card. He grabs it and inspect it for a while. A second later, I'm handed back the card, but it's not even the same card. "Hey! Give me back my card, this isn't mine!" I say. He gives me another card, and once again it's not my card. I grab him by the neck with my hand.

He takes my deck and throws it on the floor, scattering cards everywhere. I know he's trying to distract me so he can run. "Hey G! Can you pick my cards up?" I ask my friend G. He starts collecting cards, and I smile at the asshole. I try to hit him, but suddenly he becomes a girl, and she hits me instead. "I am in pain everyday little girl, you can't hurt me" I say as the blows hit my chest. .Suddenly I'm standing in a hallway, thirty meters down from where we just were. The girl is Monica, and I push her up against the wall. I get a strong urge to have sex and my hand quickly finds its way down south. She enjoys it.

My co-worker Valdis comes running down the hall. "He's coming!" he tells me in a frightened voice. I look down the hall and I can see a man going into a classroom really fast. I remember that we're on the run. "Oh shit, he can hear our cellphones!" I say. The man just entered the locker room with our cellphones in lockers. He must have heard the ringtones. "Leave them!" Valdis yells at me and starts to run towards the exit. I am about to follow him, but I spot something on the floor before the glass door separating the corridor. A white and a black cellphone.

I run and grab them, and put a chair under the door handles on the door. I exit the same door as Valdis, and put another chair there. I'm pretty certain they won't hold against the scary janitor or whatever he is. We're outside of the building, but not out of danger. I follow Valdis and Monica up on a small roof. It's like we're walking on little cabins. I crawl on the sheet metal, trying not to attract attention. The roof is covered in small, thorny bushes with tiny orange grains of rice instead of leaves. I see several yellow ones. "I guess they've got a different colour because of the chimneys" I think for myself.

04.50: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5 hours

Supplements before bed: 150 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! I'm taking a nap now, sweet.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

17.12.2010

First Lucid Dream (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in bed trying to lucid dream (WILD/DIELD) when my mom outside kept calling my name. I got the impression that my dog ran out of the house into the rain and we needed to look for him. The dog had somehow escaped out of the bedroom and out the front door when my dad entered. Frusterated I didn't respond. (Partly because I wanted to stay in bed since it was nighttime) Eventually though I got up to find my dog inside the house. I asked my Mom why she woke me up and she said look how fun he's having with his new toy. I pick my dog up and grin as my sister tries to pet him but me keeping him out of the distance. Eventually I let him down. I walk into the master room with him running in and I see a second dog! I could tell this one was a girl or something. Anyways, it was playing with the toy and my Dog came out, stared at it and the second dog dropped the dog and layed down. My dog played with the toy. Now I try to grab the toy but my dog jumps up on the bed as he isn't suppose to and I tell my mom to push him off while trying to grab the toy. He falls off still having a grip on it until I yank it up making him lose the grip. He lays down like the second dog when I stare at him and I smile tossing it back down and walking back to my bedroom. In bed I attempt my WILD again. I was biking with my friends down a hill then up a hilly sidewalk. I already knew I was it was a dream since I had been here in my other WILD attempts (In the same night) My friends were talking about some bicycle show and then some laptop show. Ignoring them I get off the bike at the apogee of the sidewalk at some checkpoint station. I walk to out and turn around and trace my hands along the door handles. (The kind you push on) Being careful to avoid having too much attention on one thing which I believe your not to do, I examined different objects. Walking out ahead (The checkpoint was just before the corner of an intersection of the city) I was in the corner of the sidewalk thinking my friends went down the theater stairs in front but at the same time I thought they could've turned right. Anyways, ignoring that, I look up at the moon which was descending pretty fast. I take my left hand and make a circle with my pointer finger and my thumb, circle it around the moon, and try to pull it down to the other side of Earth to make it day time. Instead, it turns into a scary spherical robot with missles. (Huge!) It shoots missles at me and I get scared. So I go back to the checkpoint doors, close my eyes, and will myself to wake up.

Upon waking up, I realized that the first part of the dream was a False Awakening. (Atleast it led to a lucid dream) Hope to do more Reality Checks

Good morning, everybody.

The endings of the first and third dreams were lucid. The first three dreams happened between 1:30 AM and 3:30 AM. The fourth dream happened between 5 AM and 5:45 AM.

Dream #1

I was with a couple of my nephews in a car that was driven by my grandmother. I may have been getting a ride back to the airport after my visit back home. It was a nice, sunny day.

My grandma asked me where I'd like to eat. I may have felt like a little kid at this point. I didn't want my grandma to have to pay for a big meal, so I said, "Oh, just Burger King will be fine."

We began driving up a winding hill, the face of which was brownish rock. My grandma said, "No. We're going to go to a sit down place to have some food. Let's go to Denny's."

We were at the top of the hill, in some kind of parking lot. Behind my grandma, from a view out her window, down the slope of parking lot and across some street, I could see a Denny's. Out my window and slightly up the parking lot's slope, I could see the car my mom was driving.

My grandma said, "You go tell your mom we are going to Denny's, and that she is coming, too. Don't let her make any excuses. Tell her I'm paying for all of you."

I was at my mom's vehicle, looking in from the passenger-side window. The vehicle was tall, like a tall van or SUV or pick-up truck. My mom sat at the wheel, giving me an almost dead look. I understood she was almost scorning me for thinking she'd go to Denny's with my grandma.

Somehow I was in my mom's car, riding down the hill, possibly to Denny's. I was trying to keep my mom's emotions under control.

We were now at my family's house. My mom and sister and I were playing with a little boy and a little girl, "my niece and nephew." We were all sitting on the floor, which was kind of cluttered with toys and clothes.

The little boy was doing something cute, but the little girl got really jealous. She did something mean to the little boy, hurting the little boy, and then started crying herself. Either my mom or my sister started comforting the little girl. They fed her a bottle which had a fleshy look to it, like a bottle-shaped breast.

The girl seemed to have a weird-shaped head and weird shaped eyes. The head and eyes got weirder and weirder as I looked at the girl eating. I stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

There were a mattress, some blankets, and some other stuff strewn on the floor right before the doorway to the kitchen. I stepped over all that stuff to get into the kitchen. But among that stuff, I saw that there was a little baby boy who had been forgotten under a bunch of blankets.

I knelt down and uncovered the little baby boy. It looked like a white-furred monkey with black eyes. It was swaddled in a blanket. I picked it up. I felt there was something meaningful, almost psychological, about my having found this baby boy and having started to care for it.

My sister and mom knelt near me. My sister took the baby. As I handed it to her, I felt like I needed to see it again, as if I couldn't believe I'd seen it at all. But now it was a "cell phone," which looked more like a blue, plastic alarm clock with green-lit punch keys on the underside.

My sister handed me the phone. I started talking with my sister on the phone. It was like she was no longer in front of me..

My sister said, "Yeah, it's probably not a good idea to tell F (my oldest nephew) about some of the things you did. It makes him think it's okay for him to do them. I mean, you think it's funny, and I think it's funny. But mom thinks it's just destructive in her house."

I replied, "Yeah, that's cool. We just come from different generations, I guess."

As I was saying this stuff, I found myself in another room, "my bedroom," which was more like a big room in a museum. The room was gently lit with warm, white-gold light. I wasn't on the phone. I was laying on something like a bed, on my left side.

I was looking at a huge painting, maybe 5 meters long and 3 meters tall. It was of Jesus, just his head, before a blue sky. His hair flowed as if blown by the wind, like you sometimes see happening for female anime characters.

Jesus had blood on his head and face, from the crown of thorns. The blood was also blowing in the wind. The blood then turned into red and orange leafs blowing in the wind. There might have been canopies of red and orange leafed trees in the background.

For some reason, this fall-themed crown of thorns painting made a lot of sense to me. I began to wonder why there wasn't a fall-related holiday relating to the life of Christ.

I rolled onto my back and then onto my right side. The room was dark. I was looking at another huge painting, this time winter-related. It had something to do with Jesus' footprints in the snow.

But there was something weird about the snow. It actually looked like boot-tracks on the moon. I realized Jesus wasn't in this painting at all. It was just a painting of boot-tracks on the moon. Yet it seemed so mystical to me that I reached up my arm (a child's arm?) parallel to the tracks.

Suddenly I realized I was dreaming.

I sat up. I was on the floor. I stood slowly. The room was dim, almost completely dark. The painting which stood before me was now even larger. The only detail I could see on this painting was near the lower left (my left) corner of the painting. It was the back of an almost naked person. The back was huge, muscular. But I couldn't tell iif it was male or female.

Next to the painting was an enormous (maybe 1.5-2 meters tall), metallic vessel, probably silver, on a stout, white pedestal and under a plexiglass display cube. The "bowl" of the vessel had a weird, nest-like tangling of metal, as tangled and fine as moss, which was incredible, considering how big this vessel was. The "neck" was smooth and polished.

Walking around, I kept feeling myself fade out of the dream. I tried to keep calm and hold onto the dream as long as I could. But eventually everything went black and I woke up.

Dream #2

I was in some big room like a school cafeteria on the second floor of a building. There were a lot of long tables with bench seats. The light was nice, incandescent. I sat at a smaller table with my friend T and a friend of hers, who I at first thought was Japanese.

T's friend and T were here to study. I had helped T with some kind of study project. I was apparently here to hand off a paper with my revisions. But now T took out a copy of a screenplay I'd written, with a lot of revisions on it.

The screenplay seemed to have been printed on 11x17 paper, so that two pages showed on each side. The first page was covered with pencil-revisions, in a really nice, narrow cursive hand. I understood that the rest of the screenplay was just as full of revisions.

At some point, T's friend reached over and scribbled something in the margins between the two pages. It said something about how T was my girlfriend. The T's friend said something out loud, and I realized T's friend was actually Chinese.

I felt odd about the implication that T was my girlfriend. But right after that T may have called me her boyfriend. I may have been happy about that.

Dream #3

It was night. I was walking down a sidewalk in front of some apartment buildings. A young, black man in a bright red hooded sweatshirt, black bubble-jacket vest, and jeans ran into an apartment building. Seeing me, the guy slowed down and gave me a kind of suspicious glance. He then ran the rest of the way into the building.

I knew somehow that the guy had been planning to kill me for a while. Now that I had just gone past his building, he figured he might as well shoot me now.

I saw him, through some windows, run up a stairwell, then run back down it. I knew he had just gone into his apartment to pick up his gone, and that he was now coming back for me.

I didn't walk any faster or try to get away. I figured if it was going to happen, I couldn't avoid it, even though I'd probably be really afraid once things really started happening.

I was now walking through a long hallway in a dorm building or apartment complex. The hallway was kind of dumpy, with white walls and stark, fluorescent lighting. There was somebody following me. But it now felt like an older, white man rather than a young, black man.

I came to a door, which I knew was for the apartment of the man who lived in the apartment directly above my apartment. I knocked on the door, thinking I'd finally take him up on his invitation to come up and hang out some time. I figured this way, I could throw the stalker off my trail.

The door was a really weak wood. I knocked. The door was now a heavy door with a thin window on the left side. Through the window, I saw a small hallway and the another door. A college-aged girl opened the far door. She waved me in.

I thought the door was locked. But as soon as I pushed on the door, there was a buzzing, and the door opened. I walked into the smaller hallway. The woman was gone, which struck me as strange. I realized I was all alone. This struck me as odd.

Suddenly I realized I was dreaming. I almost lost the dream right there. But I calmed down.

I told myself to keep walking, and just to explore the space. I walked past the small hallway. There was another small hallway. The walls here had wooden drawers set into them, like old library card catalog drawers, except that they looked really light and cheap. I thought this was an interesting place, full of files or something. But I kept going.

I walked through another door. I was now in a very small room with a small, grey-painted metal stairway and second level and a bunch of grey-painted, metal lockers. Below the balcony of the second level, the room seemed to twist off into a much smaller corridor. The staircase also had a metal-railed gate in front of it. The place kind of reminded me of small rooms in the Intrepid aircraft carrier.

I was surprised that I was all alone, and I kept on gurad for a person, who I assumed would probably not be very kind. I remembered that in my last long lucid I had met a really crazy person.

I had two options for exploring. I chose to go up the staircase instead of around the curve on the first level.

I floated over the gate. I almost floated up the staircase. But I felt like the floating was actually causing me to lose my dream-control. So I grabbed the railings of the staircase and forced myself to walk up.

I had a weird feeling through the rest of this dream. I felt very closed in. I could hear my breath, like I was wearing a space suit.

I felt very warm. Walking up the steps, to my left, I saw a clothing rack full of old, pale blue and white button-up shirts. It looked like they were for a somewhat old man. Above that, there was a shelf piled with upside-down, round-brimmed, straw hats. I picked one up and fiddled with it a little. It looked like it was in bad shape.

I got up to the balcony. There were more lockers. It looked at first like I couldn't go anywhere else from here. But then I realized that there was a hallway or something off to the right.

In waking life, my computer made a loud noise. I woke up.

Dream #4

I had been in space, flying some kind of space vehice. I barely remember anything. I remember being high up in the sky, coming back down, around sunset, when the sky was a vivid purple.

I was now taxiing an airplane (?) into an airport with my mother. We were "parked." My mom went into the airport to take care of something before we went home.

I sat in the backseat of a car, outside a metal-walled building like some staff building at an airport. I was still waiting for my mom. The sky still had a deep-blue-purple post-sunset look. It was kind of cold.

I could imagine what was going on between my mom and the people she was talking to. The people were something like military people. I could see, in particular, one tall, older, white man who kind of looked like a very thin Stan Lee, wearing a green military uniform for formal occasions.

My mom was asking the military man what he would do now that she'd told him about the weird adventures I'd been through, which were undeniable fact.

The military man said, "I'll do the same thing I do to every mother and son who comes in here telling me stuff like this. I'll tell them to get out. I had money to pay attention to this kind of stuff the first few times it happened. But now it's happening all over the place and -- you mothers and kids are bleeding me dry!"

I was sitting in the trunk of the car, with the trunk opened just a crack. I thought of getting out of the trunk and telling the military man something about my experience that was so unique that he wouldn't want me to go away. Plus. I would tell him, I didn't want his money. I just wanted to tell my story.

I thought to myself (why?) that this was a lot like a Joyce Carol Oates story (which it wasn't).

I opened the trunk all the way and sat out of it to see one of my female cousins, A, walking down the tall stairway of another metal-walled building. She came my way. I could tell she would be mad at me for not having spoken with her for a long time.

By the time she got to me, my mom was there, too. I was standing by the car. There seemed to be a miniature living room surrounding the car as well.

I was trying to explain something to my cousin about how I couldn't include her on something my mom and I were doing. As I did so, I was kneeling by a small bookshelf and going through some items.

I stood up to see my cousin kneeling on the opposite side of the bookshelf. My cousin now had weird, plasticky, shiny, black hair, like an anime character. She was also wearing some kind of red and yellow uniform that reminded me of an anime character.

My cousin gave me a half-mad, half-disappointed look. I tried to make her less mad by saying something half-heartedly interesting about anime.

(Note, evening, Dec. 17: I think the "crown of thorns" image in my third dream is influenced by a set of images from a photo slideshow I saw yesterday on the US version of Reuters.com. The slideshow was just the normal "editor's choice" picks of global photos, I think.

But it showed a lot of images of people in England, Greece, Turkey, and other countries, involved in some form of protest. A lot of the photos showed people who had sustained head injuries during the protests. What really struck me was that these people were still protesting, even after having been hurt.

So I don't think the "crown of thorns" image is entirely about Christ.

Also I thought at first that the metal vessel in the first dream was just a really big symbol for the male, uh... parts. I still think that's the case. The painting of the man's or woman's backside and the giant... parts right next to each other seems like an image readily supplied by the unconscious.

However, I also think the image stands for a couple other things. First, I think it's an upside-down version of a brain and neck. In my fourth dream I also have an upside-down head (the hats) near a torso (the shirts). I don't know why the head and neck have been important in my dreams lately. But they have.

Second, I think the vessel is like a jet or rocket engine: a bunch of fine, intricate pipes and valves, ending in a big propulsion valve. Anyway, I guess jet engines can be phallic or intestinal, depending on how you look at them.

None of this is a big deal. I just write it down to help me focus.)