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I'm circling around what appears to be a mountain made form minecraft. There are regular buildings all around, but the ground is from minecraft. I'm also around my dads house which is connected to this minecraft world. Soooo many things happened their that i can't remember the full story of. For example i fought a guy who had apparently trained in my same style of fighting from my trainers brother. I backed up a minivan. And i held off zombies. But they were all little side things. While i was at my dads though i did another random RC. I had really good memory actually.I remembered the task of the month was to say something your thankful for to a dc. I kinda did this, but i won't use it because i said to my dad in a dream i'm thankful for bitches and ho's. Just messing around of course. For the rest of the dream i just wandered around. I was going to try to DEILD on purpose and just hold lucidity until the dream ended. But it never happened.

Real life Dream Lucid Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

I lucid dreamt today! Oh my gosh! This has increased my will to lucid dream ten fold!

Lucid dream
All I remember was I was in a white room (this dream wasn't very vivid at all) when suddenly I became lucid! I was so excited I started to feel the dream falling apart. It's a strange feeling. I felt like there was an aching heat in me (but it wasn't a bad feeling) and I was slightly disoriented.

Normally when a dream fades from me, it's different. Usually when my dreams lose stability my REM cycle is ending, and I will start to become intensely disoriented, and fall to the ground. Everything in my vision will smear together and fade to white. I guess since my dream lost stability for a different reason, it felt different.

I thought of what to do from my experience on the forums and the only thing I could think to do was rub my hands together. I don't even remember seeing my hands, (maybe it was because my dream was so unstable) but I did so and things improved a little. It might have lasted ten more seconds because of that. I was so happy and thought to myself 'I'm aware that I'm dreaming!' until I woke up at 3 something AM.

I thought in my head "I WILL remember this dream!" over and over, and went back to sleep.

Sci-fi dream
I remember none of this dream but it was sci-fi in theme.

When I woke up at 8 AM, I did remember this dream, but not the lucid dream. I started thinking all about it in my head. Then I thought, 'Wait a second...' and then remembered my lucid dream earlier that night and got really excited. In my excitement I completely forgot the sci-fi dream, but who cares? I remembered my lucid dream!

Last night changed my general beliefs of dreaming in these ways:

• Lucid dreaming isn't impossible for me!
• People lucid dream many times before they finally remember one- as you can see here I almost forgot my "first" lucid dream.
• The above means that dream recall might not improve your lucid dream count because of recognizing dream signs more, but simply because you remember more of your lucid dreams! (This is just an idea, and might not be true)
• I had an idea a while ago that remembering dreams is like following a train of thought. It seems to me that recollection of dreams seems to never be put in short term memory. When I began to think about something else, I completely forgot my dream, and that might be because the dream was just something I was thinking about, not something in my memory. This could be why most people remember their dreams in the morning, but as five minutes pass you forget it. (This is just an idea, and might not be true)

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

02/11/11 I was in a forest setting with multiple vehicles around me. Something about having three appearances to choose from I can only remember 2 of them, the first being Ben Affleck, who was also a supreme angel of darkness and the other I can remember was that of the guy supposed to be the temporary vessel for Lucifer in Supernatural (Nick). I speak to a black horse with a fierce set of teeth, it remembers this zombie servant that is escorting me and my companion around. He is allowed to touch it. Then I switch to the appearance of Nick and ask if the horse has ever encountered this before, which it hasn't and it is confused as to what it is supposed to do. I run into Ben Affleck in a doorway and quickly have to change face as I apparently have changed to his.

Something about a seriously bad ass Mexican officer chasing me and a woman through the same little forest military compound as before. I end up switching on some nifty awareness tricks I have to find secret aspects of buildings and hidden spots in the level.

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Flying somewhere to bomb the living crap out of it. Think it might be during second world war as the people we are “borrowing” the planes from are “don't know” that we are doing it. We are successful to an extend. A massive Hercules type plane coming over the horizon of the docks/airfield we are at.

Lucid

Non-Lucid

1. Won the $500K competition that I am entering. Along with an extra $125K. Cash in boat and a new red peugot.

2. On a bed with a girl (A) and kissing her and trying to get her to kiss someone else.

Lucid

Non Lucid

1. A spear through my heart. 3 verses of scripture. First two have occurred - with the third one upon me. I fell inside a tornado. I was then on a bus and someone was Earth and another was Luscifer. I got off and one or both of them followed. We talked and one said he was gay and I met his bf. They went to a costume party. Invited me. I informed them that I couldn't go. They said the costume part costs money but not the other part. I attended. Later I was in a open theatre (akin to the Colosseum but way smaller) and I was talking when I saw a part of the Earth above me. I was looking up at the ocean and I said how do I get there? The reply was that a boat would take me.

2. ...serial killer. I was at the front of a house and there were people (only 2 that I can remember) around the house. A detective talked to me and informed me that you can get so bogged down in the details that you forget why. Then said "She was such a good son" the dual nature of the gender came up a couple of times but I cannot remember what was said.

3. A church(?) has books. It got ripped apart. I threw a stone on the floor and where it hit the floor rose and split and the crack propagated.

4. Had a convo w/ a girl (S) that I know. She said I was moving too fast. I either didn't agree or understand. She said she was busy and I should leave her alone for a while (it seemed that she was on tour).

Just an explanation. When I wake up and write, I write everything that was related to that dream and then start over when I reach a 'new dream'. However, there may be overlaps - or transitions - between dreams but until I become more dedicated to writing my dreams I am not going to change how I break it up.

Cheers.

Whats up! I'm new to this site but I'm really enjoying some of the stuff I've been reading. I've had a handful of lucid dreams, but I'm still a noob compared to some of you guys! I'm gonna introduce myself by posting a few of my lucid dreams. I'll start by recalling some of my older ones first. My first lucid dreams came at a particularly busy period in my life. I had so many obligations that I often had to split my sleep in half. I began to theorize that my lack of sleep was the cause of my lucidity. I later confirmed that when I began reading online about oneironauts purposefully splitting their sleep to encourage these dreams. Without further ado I bring you my first lucid dream, which I've entitled...

The Case of the Missing Birthday Cake

I must forewarn you all, my dreams are incredibly wacky. Read at your own risk. Me and an old friend, we'll call him Steve, went to pickup a birthday cake for my girlfriend. For some odd reason, Texas Roadhouse (a nearby steak house) happens to sell birthday cakes in my dreams. After picking up the cake and enjoying some of their deep fried grease lard, we headed out. Most of the details here are pretty fuzzy, but somehow we lost the cake and ended up in a strange house that I had never been in before. We believed the cake was buried somewhere in this mysterious house and set out to find it. Now, somewhere along this point I made the shocking discovery that I was dreaming! Its pretty startling when you discover that the world you perceive to be reality is in fact just a figment of your imagination. Most of the time its enough to jar you out of sleep. My dream started to fade and I realized immediately that I was waking up.

Now, I had read about lucid dreams before. I always thought they sounded really cool, but I was too damn lazy to go through the rigorous self-training required to have them. One thing that I had read about lucid dreams stuck out in my head though. Spinning in circles when you feel yourself waking up. I gave it a shot and it worked beautifully. Withing seconds I was back in the strange house, but this time, and for the first time, I was lucid. I looked around in amazement. I told Steve that I was pretty sure I was dreaming, and that we didn't really loose a birthday cake. I don't recall his response though. I don't know if he believed me or not. I decided that I had to do something reality-defying quick before I woke up. There was a large staircase nearby. "Dude, check this out!" I yelled as I made a flying leap all the way from the top of the steps to the bottom. Steve was very impressed. He tried it himself, but his was a little more flashy, complete with crazy flipping acrobatics. We took turns bouncing up and down these steps in different ridiculous gravity defying fashions. I ended up waking up during one particularly daring jump. From that moment on I was addicted to lucid dreaming.


First Time Flier and The Barn

This one stands out as my favorite. It wasn't particularly eventful, but I recall it being so vivid and clear. I was alone in the thick woods behind my parent's house on a cold winter day. Snow covered the ground and most of the trees had lost their leaves. Something made me realize I was dreaming. I decided I was going to fly. Never tried to fly in a dream before so it took a few failed attempts, but finally I figured out that I had to flap my arms like a bird. I took off like I rocket. I flew over the forest and admired the scenery. When I would stop flapping my arms I would fall to the ground with a thump, but it didn't hurt. I flew over the familiar pond where I had spent many of my childhood days fishing, only in my dream world it looked more like I giant lake complete with a waterfall. There was an island in the middle that I landed on and rested for a bit.

After flying for awhile longer I found a clearing in the woods and landed again. In this clearing was a barn with a farmhouse and all of the typical things you would find on a farm. I entered the barn and climbed to the top. I sat down on a bail of hay and looked out the window. The scenery was indescribable. It was almost as if I was in some kind of surreal scenic painting. I was in awe at the fact that my mind was creating all of this. I also remember thinking about how convincing it was. It really felt like I was seeing it. It was indistinguishable from the real world sensation of actually seeing something. Amazing, I thought. I awoke shortly after. That dream put me in a particularly good mood that followed me throughout the remainder of that day.


Writing Music and Sounds From Real Life

Music is a major part of my life. I've been playing musical instruments from and early age, and over the last couple years I've began to take composing seriously. Obviously since I stumbled onto this whole lucid dream thing I was going to try to incorporate it into my art. My dream attempts at playing a musical instrument weren't going so well though. I find it difficult to operate a cell phone in a dream, let alone a guitar or a piano. I decided to try writing without an instrument. I simply sat down and composed in my head. I remember hearing the music pretty vividly. It was what I would generally think of as well-written music, but it wasn't a style I was into listening too or writing. For some odd reason I think it was closer to marching band music than anything. I didn't get to experiment much with changing style though.

As I was listening to this music I heard a very familiar noise cut through. The sound of someone sticking a key into a lock and opening a door. Now, in reality I was napping on a couch in an apartment I used to live in. I was positive that the sounds were coming from reality. My girlfriend was home. My first thought was "Crap. She's gonna wake me up!" I heard her open the door and walk in quietly. Our pet parrot whistled at her and she gave him a stern "Shhh!" and I heard her set her keys on the table and walk into the other room. I was relieved to find out that she was gonna let me sleep. I don't really recall the rest of the dream, but I don't think it lasted much longer anyway. I found it fascinating that I could hear real world sounds in my dream world. I'm curious as to rather or not anyone else has had such an experience...


The Mirror and The Impenetrable Ceiling

This is my most recent one. After sleeping most of the night and waking up for a bit, I headed back to bed. I laid there thinking about lucid dreaming in an attempt to get my mind focused on it. It must not have worked because after I fell asleep I began having a non-lucid dream where I was stuck in some kind of giant maze with a bunch of people I work with. I woke up again up for a brief period and focused my mind on being lucid while going to sleep. This time it was as if I could feel my body going to sleep. Perhaps that was just a dream too? Who knows. I felt some kind of crazy vibrating sensation akin to what people describe with wake initiated dreams. My thought was cloudy but I was still conscious and thinking about lucid dreaming. After a bit I opened my eyes and began doing dream checks. My hand appeared to be farther away than normal. I was also unable to read my digital clock. Only two digits appeared on it, one was a two and the other was morphing and changing shapes.

At this point I decided that I was dreaming, so I climbed out of bed and had a look around. I was still in my house, right where I went to sleep. I immediately noticed that my balance was way off. I stumbled around like a drunk. After I mastered my balance I noticed a mirror directly in front of my bed, which is not where my mirror is typically placed. At first I didn't think much of it, but then I remembered something I had read recently about mirrors in dreams. Supposedly looking into a mirror in a dream often gives you really strange results. Some people get a distorted image, others see frightening demons, and some even see an entirely different person. I took a closer look at my reflection, but didn't notice anything too strange about it. It looked like me. Not too distorted. Just my usual good-lookin self. I said something along the lines of "That looks like me. Nothing weird about it." and then noticed that my mouth movements and facial expressions were all delayed by quiet a bit. It was as if my brain couldn't make the words and the image of myself saying the words at the same time, so it did one after the other. It was sort of disorienting to watch.

I moved on. This time I was on a mission I had recently decided to try. You see, all of my previous flying dreams had been across landscapes with no real destination. If I had tried to keep flying up I wouldn't have went anywhere. My intention with this dream was to go outside and look into the sky, locate something up there (like the moon) and try to fly to it. That's right, I was gonna fly to the moon. Then a thought popped into my head. What if I'm not actually dreaming? There was still for some reason a slight bit of doubt in the back of my head. I certainly didn't want my girlfriend or my crack-head neighbors to see me standing in my front yard trying to fly to the moon. I wanted to be absolutely positive first. I decided to do a test flight in my house. Better yet, I was just gonna fly through the ceiling. Never gone through solid objects in a dream, but its worth a try I thought. At this point I was in my son's toy room. I looked up at the ceiling and prepared to fly. I took off just fine, but when I hit the ceiling I bounced right off like Mario trying to break a block after loosing his mushroom power. Fail. I tried again. This time when I hit the ceiling I woke up. I made sure to do a dream test just to make sure. Crap. Still haven't mastered going through solid objects I guess. It wasn't a very long lucid dream, but I do recall it being quiet vivid and convincing. Maybe next time I'll get around to flying to the moon.

When I've been here long enough to post URLs I'll share some of my music in the art forum.

Battle for Asuka's cure

Me and Raven chase walms through a large and complex industrial building with many floors.He said the cure for asuka is in his blood. I chase him by myself up flights of stairs until we reach a big open area that goes down a few floors. I tried having all my fingers as green cobras trying to bite him... that didn't work. I kept trying to get to him but he had a sheild and kept throwing spikes.

I turned into asuka form knowing that would enrage him. I wanted to use his uncontrolled rage gainst hima nd jumped of the edge. He followed with lots of attacks. I couldn't lure him into a standing spiral, that would be too obvious. so I did a short 3d spiral drawing him. and when I hit the ground i punched up, the spiral wasn't the best so there wasn't as much force as a hyru shoten ha, but it was enough to punch through his sheild and land my fist into his jaw. Saw something fly out... like a tooth so i grabbed it with my left hadn really fast and put it in the place where my one wisdom tooth was taken out. It had a piece of his blood so it might have done. But then later on Raven got more blood out of him from her whitchblade.

Curing Asuka

I am walking with raven to the place where asuka is. I forget about the prevision battle and notice there's a loose tooth. I see blood on it but wipe it on my sleeve... forgetting the blood was important. then i inspect the tooth. It seems solid but when i look in it it's completely hollow.

Me and raven combine our cure findings and put asuka in a big barrel of water. We give her the cure and suddenly this blue stuff comes out of her and into to the water. The blue stuff starts crystalizing inside the water. I go to drag asuka out but she attacks me, and I pull off of her some weird garment by accident. I try to give it back but she insists on acting like the creepy girl from the grudge movies... I then notice the crystal stuff again and ask, "Is it the blue stuff making her do this?" Then I wake up.

Bill Hicks

I go to find Bill hicks, the late great comedian, and find him at an AA meeting... He tells me he went to a lot of these mid career, because his drinking was getting him fired from various comedy jobs. He sad he didn't like coming here and doing AA things here, but he did them anyway and they changed his perception of reality... ok.

I remember being annoyed I couldn't remember any dreams last night, and as I was drifting back to sleep I was thinking of why my clock was moving so fast, why wouldn't it slow down? It seemed like I would lay my head down, then look up, and i'd lose an hour!

All I can remember of the dream was there were two GIANT armies. One was lead by me, and the other looked like they were mongols (or something). They were fighting for the time to be moved backwards, and I was fighting for time to stay how it is supposed to be. Then we charged each other and I leapt into the army of men swinging two scimitars.

Note: I am far behind on my journaling, I am really going to try to make this a summary of these dreams without skipping anything important. I know… I have tried to do this before and epically failed, I am trying again.

So preparing for battle, the three of us enter into the portal… and are instantly swept into a divergent dream of epic proportions, the following dreams all took place simultaneously on different planes, in different parallel worlds…

I exit the portal and I am immediately greeted with a large explosion that blasts me about 50 feet backwards, I would have passed through the portal again if it hadn't closed behind me. I land on the ground and realize I have been protected by a quick reacting Witchblade. I look around to try and get an idea of what is going on. I am completely surrounded by chaos, it is hard to keep track of anything that is happening. What I am able to identify is there is a massive battle around me between Templars and someone else, a lot of them look like Assassins, though many of them look unfamiliar to me. I sense where I need to go almost instinctively, so I start making my way through the battle field without paying any more attention to the chaos than I have to in order to keep from getting blasted.

It seems that the Templars have a problem with my trying to pass through the battle field undetected, however, as a bunch of them get in my way and are clearly going to give me trouble. I have a sense of urgency, so I don't want to spend time playing with Templars right now… so I form Witchblade into full armor and a sharp sword and charge right into the group of Templars, cutting through the couple in front and then jumping up into the air, using a blast of energy to propel myself up higher, and I end up flying right over the main group of them towards a mountain that I immediately identify as my destination. There are Templars firing everything they can manage to fire at me, arrows, burning arrows, energy blasts, guns… Withcblade is blocking much of it, and much of it is missing, I am thinking they really don't have a clue what they're supposed to be doing here. I come to a landing, not at the base of the mountain, but at the entrance to a cave about half way up the mountain. I hurry inside the cave and am now sheltered from the barrage of crap being fired at me by random Templars.

I now find myself in a long passageway, it definitely looks like the dungeon Nomad described seeing Asuka in, so I head down the hall to see if I can find her. I come around a corner and get attacked by a Templar guard, this one is stronger than the ones outside, he also seems to know what his mission is, his mission is clearly to kill me. He has some kind of weapon that fires tendrils much like a Witchblade, and those tendrils are spiked and wrap around me. They never actually get a hold on me, however, as I power up an energy field that holds them at a distance and then the energy field becomes strong enough to incinerate the tendrils in white flames. Not only that, but the white flames travel along the tendrils back to the Templar and engulf him in white flames, he burns brightly for a moment and then is gone. I continue down the halls, somehow sensing which way I have to go through the labyrinth of passages. I come around another corner and find myself face to face with the face of a big cat / human or something, it is hard to tell because it has its mouth wide open and is roaring deafeningly in my face… roaring an expletive? Roaring that it wants to be taken to Asuka now? Why is he asking me where Asuka is? If he's a Templar he should already know where Asuka is… if he is a Templar… So I wait for him to finish his yelling in my face, most of it isn't intelligible anyhow, then I finally decide to summon and pop a large breath mint into the yelling mouth.

That has an instant effect, the mouth closes, and the cat face has a thoughtful look on his face as he sucks on the breath mint, then he gets an interesting look on his face and says my poison tastes good… but it wasn't going to… uh… he stops talking mid-sentence. I tell him it's not poison, it's a breath mint for his foul breath. He stands there looking for a minute, then he clearly recognizes me as Raven, and it is the same time that I recognize him as Nomad… he says we have to get Asuka out of there, I say I know, and we continue down into the dungeon farther.

There are more Templars in the way, we take them all out, although the last one in the way looks more like a large mech than a regular Templar, and it has a lot more power than normal Templars. But between Nomad and me, we take him down without much trouble… I trip him up with some tendrils of Witchblade, Nomad ran something large and sharp through the thing's neck, which I hit with lightning… so the Templar mech was tripped, impaled and beheaded, and then electrocuted. I figure that should do the trick, and it does, so Nomad and I continue into the lowest part of the dungeon where we find Asuka chained to a wall, naked, it looks like she has been beaten badly… and there is a Templar there with a burning torch, he is burning her repeatedly and laughing at her. Before I can even react, Nomad was apparently so pissed nothing could get in his way, he is on top of the Templar tearing pieces off and throwing them randomly around… I get hit in the face with an unidentifiable chunk of bloody flesh… yuck… Since Nomad seems to have the Templar taken care of, I go over to free Asuka, heal her, and also to summon up some clothes to cover her, a nice kimono like I am used to seeing her in, she seems happy to see me. I am getting a hug from Asuka when Nomad finishes with the Templar and looks over at us, he is covered in blood and yuck but seems pleased with himself…

On the third attempt of the night (after waking up after 2 other REM cycles and realizing I hadn't tried to do reality checks or notice dream signs) as they say "3rd time's the charm", I came to the realization that I was dreaming and in doing so had my 1st lucid dream that I had intended.

I can't remember much preceding the point when I started to lucid dream, but it had something to do with a tin roof that was covered in large mounds of pine needles. I jumped off the roof into the park (football oval). A girl through a large frisbee styled object towards me. It was a large doughnut made out of the same material that tents are (I forget the actual name). As it was coming towards me, I jumped to land on it, the same way you would hold onto a doughnut that you drag behind a boat in the water. For reasons I can't explain, I realized this was a dream. I then preceded to fly around the houses. The doughnut disappeared at some point.
I flew across the road, to what I realized was my neighbour's house (I had flown over my own house and hadn't noticed it.). I landed on the roof (the house was 2 story, even though in RL its only one), jumped down to beside the house (It became apparent that this was my neighbourhood but modified ). Then a girl noticed me. My neighbour and this girl, who just happened to be there, came looking to where I was. I took off across the road again, to another house, where my brother appeared wanting to ask me something. A shooed him away, so that I could hide from my neighbour and the girl who were looking for me. I rushed around to the back of the house and took off from the ground slowly spiraling up around the patio roof that i had gotten stuck under, and drifted over my backyard.
A man, who was supposed to be my next door neighbour, was in a US army uniform in my pool, acting as if it was normal to be there fully dresses bobbing up and down, his head submerging and bobbing out of the water (It only, now occurs to me that the man is an actor, though I do not remember his name or any movies he has been in) He questioned why I was flying, and I came up with the story that I was a ghost. Saying "why else would I be flying" feeling it necessary to explain without saying I was dreaming. I decided to continue this idea.
I flew across the road and spoke to some imagined neighbours, who invited me inside and we sat around discussing what it was like to be a ghost, to the 8 or so more people that joined us, who supposedly lived there too. I was convincing them that I was a ghost, that became solid only once in a while. Which explained why I wasn't floating through things and why I could hold things. I even managed to clap my hands properly. I kept discussing my made up situation until I woke up.
I had full control over my movements, but only some control over the surroundings.

In a building with zombies, and Raven. The grey brick walls looked almost like a castle. I had a shot in my hands. Raven had one too. We were going around shooting the zombies in the head. It was all quite enjoyable. Then it turned almost nightmarish when we got cornered by a pack of zombies. I closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger time and time again. The zombies started to thin out, and I pulled a sort of candle stick like apparatus. It appears as if some people had taken refuge in the castle's secret walls. For some strange reason they needed to go to store. So we head over to the store, via magical teleportation. Their cart was instantly filled too. All we had to do was check out. It was filled with stuff that seemed to be appropriate for a Thanksgiving feast. I leaned in to one of the boys we had saved, and I tried to kiss him. I hear Raven shout and then open my eyes and blow a zombie head off. Did I fall asleep? I shake my head and continue hunting zombies. I turn to look at Raven and she's gone. I wonder where she went to when I wake up.

I know It's already November 1st but I want to revisit this dream because it was weird and cool.

It was a short dream, and I had a few dreams before it that were similar, but not as eerie. It was eerie, yes, but it was eerily meaningful. And I liked it. :3

I was in the cafeteria lunch line getting some Chex Mix. And I think some lemonade. And I was paying for my stuff when I noticed one of my friends was....hovering around me. He was.... standing near me. Eerily. Maybe not so like a creeper, but it was strange for him. And in this dream he was even TALLER than usual, so he was towering over me. I let him do that because I was not unfazed, but soon I had enough, and I looked up. I had to literally lean back and look up to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
"What?" I asked innocently. He smiled at me wickedly, as if he knew something.

It might be a good idea to mention that it was tacitly known that I was in a coma before getting to the cafeteria. Like, for a week. I don't know how I knew or anyone else did, but that is crucial. There was also some sort of "play" that was performed when I was knocked out. Everyone had went instead of me.

Anyway, I asked him what. He smiled this satisfied little smile and replied, "Come with me. I want to tell you something."
So I followed him to the end of the room where there were less people. And I grew excited because I thought he was going to tell me something important. He turned around and I stared up.

"Do you remember that play you missed? The one that went on when you were asleep?"
"Yeh, Everyone went except for me." I frowned. He smiled.
He half-stepped closer. "Not Everybody." He smiled even wider, and his eyes sparkled.
"What are you getting at?" I asked, incredulously.
His face receded back into genuine goodness. "I didn't go. Because I never left your bedside when you were asleep. While they watched the play, I was waiting for you to wake up."

My heart lifted, and I was happy. I remembered a scene from futurama when Fry was consoling Leela in a coma. I imagined this guy in his place, and I hugged him.
"That is the sweetest thing ever!" I cried from nestled into his chest. Then the dream ended. sadness.

(Good -- um... afternoon, everybody. On the weekdays, I usually write my dreams in the morning, on my subway ride in to work. But this morning I didn't think I remembered any dreams.

Then, sitting at work (really stressing over something, in fact), I suddenly recalled this dream. Weird.

The dream is weird. I'd say at least part of the influence on it is the fact that over the past couple days I've been reading Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams. In one dream, Kerouac meets Dinah Shore. That dream was so charming, I think I also wanted to have a dream where I met a celebrity. So my unconscious obliged... kinda.)

Susan Faludi was out in the desert doing research on a new book she was writing. The book was similar to The Terror Dream. But this book had less to do with feminism and more to do with some general national conspiracy. I probably identified with Faludi or saw through her eyes.

Faludi had discovered whatever it was she had been trying to discover. She may now have been standing by her car in an empty road in the middle of the desert. Faludi may have slammed down the trunk or hatchback of her car with an air of finality.

She intended to go somewhere. Instead of taking her car, which now may not even have existed, she flew up into the air, possibly by means of a red and white striped parachute.

She flew away to her right, along the road. She knew that she actually needed to head along the road, but in the opposite direction. She flew over a small overpass. This overpass was a landmark telling her she was definitely going in the wrong direction.

The wind was carrying her in this direction, although she "had control" over "her power of flight." She kept telling herself that she would work up the momentum of the wind in order to get swinging around in the correct direction.

But she kept flying and flying in the wrong direction. It was now night. Faludi was in the woods. It was cold and snowing. Still flying along the highway, I/Faludi (I definitely was part of her decision making process here) saw a billboard. The billboard was on a 50-foot tall, steel column.

I knew that if I/she grabbed on to the guard rail in front of the walkway before the billboard, I/she could stop the uncontrolled flight and at least get my/her bearings. So Faludi grabbed the railing and did some kind of elastic flip onto the walkway before the billboard.

The walkway was snowy and lit by a few fluorescent flood lamps. Othewise, everything was snowy, cotton-grey dark. Some pine trees may have reached as high as the billboard.

Faludi huddled behind some weird, clear, plastic rectangle which I figured was some kind of a solar panel for powering the billboard's lights. Faludi thought she could call someone, perhaps her husband, to pick her up here. But it was just so cold, and she felt like it would take forever for someone to get here.

I had a false awakening. I was going about my "daily life" when somebody, possibly my mother, told me that Susan Faludi had died. I was really surprised and upset. I regretted the fact that I'd never gotten to meet her.

But it also seemed weird that Faludi should have died. She had always seemed like such a healthy person to me.

Somehow I saw a photo of her -- possibly on the web. The photo showed Faludi in a motorized wheelchair, like they have at the front of grocery stores, the kind that look almost like cars or scooters with baskets on the front. Faludi was overweight, with short, grey hair. She wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, both of which were sloppy and tight on her.

Again, this didn't make sense. I thought, There's no way Faludi could have changed this quickky. I began to doubt seriously whether Faludi was in fact dead.

(Just one small note on this, from November 14th. After looking at some news images, I realize that the image Susan Faludi is hiding behind in the snow is a teleprompter. I'm not sure why a teleprompter is hanging out on a billboard. And I'm not sure why I thought it was a solar panel.

But, then again, I'm still not sure why this dream involved Susan Faludi. The actions in this dream are completely the opposite of what I feel Falud's actions would be. They're more like what I think my own actions would be. So maybe the dream is saying I wish I was like Susan Faludi, but that I'm just still horribly, embarrassingly like myself. Oh, well.)

Very unusual night so this will be an unusual entry. I slept 11h 17m. But I still don't feel rested.

I dreamed that my mother gave birth to a pair of twin girls. I either have a wife or I live with my sister. I also have a son and maybe another daughter. They might be adopted as well. None of my family members look or act as they should. I feel like I'm another person in another family. Anyway, we split the newborn twins so that my mother cares for one and I care for the other. This seems to be a point of contention in the family. I want the children to be raised a certain way while my mother wants another.

Then the dream skips around through the childhood of these children and I get to see the difference between the twin raised by my mother and the one raise by me. I recall one scene where we are outside a movie theater. Our kids get into a fight with a group of bullies. I break up the fight. Then my son starts drawing something on the sidewalk in paint and everyone watches like he's a virtuoso artist.

Throughout the night, this dream theme recurred in different ways. In one, I am sitting in a dark movie theater, watching a movie about the same storyline. My part was played by Dustin Hoffman. Which now reminds me of his portrayal in Death of a Salesman. Something about appearing on the cover of a magazine dressed as an astronaut. In another dream, I am married and either me or my wife is dying of cancer.

I mostly recall that all these dreams were emotionally charged. I have all this anxiety about family and being a father. Today I feel drained and tired.

i just had a little fragment from a dream or something where i like fought kronos or something